Connected (Troyler AU)

Laptop Dates and Dances (Chapter 2)

*5 Months Later*

Troye's POV

"Troye Sivan, will you stop checking your dash every 5 seconds? My LIFE may depend on this decision, and yet you cannot remove your eyes from your life source to spare me? Rude."

I looked up from my phone at the sound of the sass, a smile on my lips. For the past hour I had been on Skype with Tyler after he had insisted that I help him pick out an outfit for his junior prom. However, though he had been very thoroughly interogating me on each outfit he selected, most of the call had consisted of Tyler running around screaming that he needed a specific article of clothing or running to change. And, as per usual when given free time, I was glued to my phone.

"Technically, that was Twitter. Did you know that in 1 hour you managed to miss Beyonce murdering the entire fandom?" My eyes returned to my phone as I smirked, waiting for his response.

"YOU'RE KIDDING ME. I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT RIGHT WHEN I NEED TO.... wait. You're actually kidding, aren't you." I kept my eyes down, but after an intense amount of glaring on his part, I stuck my tongue out into the camera. He groaned, covering his face with his hands. "Fuck you. Ok, I get it, I get it, I'm taking a long time. But this is an important matter!"

"Ty. It's literally the outfit you're wearing. To prom. For one night."

He rolled his eyes, clearly unhappy with my lack of understanding of the gravity of the situation. "This could very well make or break my prom date. Which could then make or break a whole relationship. And a whole future filled with 2 children. Don't be responsible for me losing raising my children with the beautiful man of my dreams."

I raised an eyebrow. "That sounds a bit dramatic considering you're only going out with the guy because his name is Darren, and you're picturing it as a date with Darren Criss." Tyler had a bit of an extreme obsession with Darren Criss, which he couldn't deny to anyone who had stalked his blog as much as I had. It's hard to lie to your tumblr best friend sometimes.

"How dare you suggest such things!" he gasped, crossing his hands over his heart in mock horror. 

"Don't lie to me Oakley. I saw your last text post."

"Ok, I will admit it may be a reason I wanted to go out with him. But certainly not the only one. For your information, he is also hot as fuck and on the football team."

"Mhm," I smirked at him. "Because you just love football. And sports."

"I hate football. I like football players in tight pants, ya dumbass. Ok, enough about Darren not Criss, I think I have finally found the perfect outfit to impress him. Don't move!" He laughed at his own joke, as we both knew quite well that I wasn't about to move anywhere I didn't absolutely have to.

As I waited for Tyler to come back, and I stared at the room in the background of my screen that was so familiar to me at this point that I may as well live there, I realized how crazy it was that Tyler and I were still so close. I mean, forget about the fact that we were totally and completely different types of people, besides our similar addictions and humor. Tyler was totally open about everything, the life of a party, and completely unashamed to show up at a prom with his random popular football date as long as his hair looked good. Hair which, by the way, he had recently dyed blue. I, meanwhile, preferred to keep to myself, as I didn't really enjoy being around people for too long and trusted only a few close friends. I didn't even have the courage to raise my hand in class half the time for fear of drawing attention, forget about dying my hair. But besides all that, what was really miraculous about our friendship was that it survived what I liked to call the Tumblr Seperation Syndrom. Over the years, I had a few tumblr friendships here and there, but as we never actually saw each other most tended to die out over time. We stayed mutuals, spoke once in a while, liked selfies and such, but maintaining a close friendship just online was a real challenge that most failed. Tyler, somehow, had been different. As time went on, instead of getting more distant, we found more ways to become even closer. It seemed crazy, even to internet addicted me, that the person I felt the closest to I had never even met in person before, and had met only 5 months ago.