Drowning : Troyler AU

Chapter Nine - Singing

*Troye's POV*

What does one wear to a party. I don't know if I should even be calling this a party it's only 10 people or so. I have no idea what to wear, should I be dressed nicely, should I be more casual.

 I had been standing in front of my closet, doors swung open staring blankly at it for a good 10 minutes.  I honestly hadn't been to a party in years, since before it even mattered what you wore, since a party involved kids playing around in cubby houses and copious amounts of ice-cream cake.

I sigh in a huff. I guess I better just grab something. I pick out the most casual nice clothes I own. I had chosen a grey jumper and the black skinny jeans I practically live in. After throwing on the sweater and looking at my reflection in the mirror (after perfecting my quiff game, of course) I thought I thought and it was odd. Not bad. I look good, almost.

After checking myself over a minimum of 20 times, making sure I looked perfect. I decided to text Tyler. He offered to pick me up and take me to Zoe's, so I didn't get lost on the way there. It was only 7, almost an hour early, but I just wanted to see Ty.

From Troye-boy

To: Tyler

Just finished perfecting my quiff game, come by to get me whenever.

I wanted to sound casual, but I have a feeling it came off as nervous as I felt. Despite the fact that I had known Ty for about a week now I still get nervous butterflies in the pit of my stomach whenever I see him. Or more pathetically whenever I think about him.  My fears were squashed as I heard the familiar ring tone.

From: Tyler

To: Troye-boy

About time. I'll be by in 10 :)

I smiled profusely, not able to contain it. I know it's irrational to think this, but I couldn't help but picture Tyler just waiting around for me too text him, being nervous and fidgeting hoping I would text. It was a beautiful fantasy. I allowed myself to live in this fantasy as I gathered my things together, you know, wallet, keys, condoms-- I know it seems unfounded to carry condoms with you everywhere you go considering I'm not having sex nor have I, you know, ever, but I like having the option to. And for that you need a condom. Of course I started freaking out before he got here. Literally counting the minutes.

When it hit 7:17, I was pissed. He was late.

I knew it was completely irrational, but I guess I'm just insecure that way. If someone wants to spend time with me they should show up on time. Then I reminded myself that I am lucky Tyler wants to spend any time with me at all. After all I am just a blubbering idiot that spends all afternoon picking out clothes to impress a guy I've only known for a week.

Then there's a simultaneous knock on my door and a vibration in my pocket.

I pull out my phone as I'm walking to the door.

From: Tyler