Just Friends? Troyler.

Chapter Fourteen- Boyfriend

TYLER'S POV:

I call Troye, impatiently listening to the dial tone. He doesn't answer, figures. I'm not exactly sure where to go from here, so I breathe deeply,

Breathe in for 8 seconds

Hold for 9

Breathe out for 10 seconds

Already feeling calmer, I troop out of the hospital and find myself at a Starbucks. I order my drink and sit at a table, trying to think about what to do next.

"Is this seat taken?" A cute guy, about 24 standing opposite me asks. I don't even take him in, I'm too lost in thought.

"Well there's no one sitting there, is there?"

"Sassy. I like it." He winks as he plops into the stool opposite me. At this moment, I take him in, he's wearing a button up polo shirt and tight fitting jeans. His blonde quiff is perfectly in place, mama likes; but he's no Troye.

"You got a boyfriend?"

I choke on my coffee, could he have been anymore upfront? After spluttering, I finally manage to spit out,

"I dig chicks... Yo?" Trying to be as typical straight guy as I can to avoid the question, however I fail. Hey! Have you ever tried acting straight when you're as bent as a rainbow? It's hard! He chuckles and leans over to whisper in my ear, "I find that hard to believe, Tyler." I practically melt, before freaking out about the fact he knows my name.

"It's on your cup, babe." He must've seen my confused look as he points to my cup, smirking. He has a mighty fine smirk, but I can't get distracted.

"Yes. I have a boyfriend." I reply, firmly. I'm not sure if he can sense the lie or if he's a homewrecker because my answer doesn't throw him.

"What's his name?"

"T...Troye." Just thinking about him makes my stomach flip, but remembering the past few days makes me frown.

"Hey, don't frown! Whatever is going on between you two will be sorted out. I'm Oscar, and I'll back off because you clearly have feelings for this guy, and I'm determined to sort it out!" Oscar puffs out his chest jokingly, I begin to reply before I hear some girls scream, "Oh my god is that Tyler Oakley?!" I sigh, realising there isn't a way I'm going to avoid signing some things and taking some photos. I give Oscar an apologetic look and walk up to the girls, "Hi!" I say, putting on my typical tone.

"Can I have a photo?"

"Can I touch your hair?"

"Can I have your shirt?"

I laugh, "Woah, woah, woah, slow down!" I point at the first girl, "It's photo time, motherf*cker!" We quickly snap a selfie and she moves away, satisfied.

I hug the second girl, "Girl, I love you but no one touches my quiff." I stroke my hair self consciously, and she giggles at my joke, she settles for a photo and then runs to her friend laughing and screaming. I put my arm around the final girl and whisper, "This is my favourite shirt, girl. But I'll sign yours!" So I sign her shirt and finally return to Oscar. He looks at me, amused, "So, mind explaining?"

I pull up YouTube and show him my profile, he nods, and points at the subscriber count, "Mighty fine following you've got there."

"I love them." I reply, content with the fact he hasn't asked me to show him any of my embarrassing videos.

"Is this him?" He clicks into my latest video, my collab with Troye, and begins to watch us make a pot. He laughs at my sexual innuendos and admires Troye.

"He's 19, huh? Tyler that's barely legal!" He winks, and I stare at the floor, ashamed. I can't help that I love him.

"I'm kidding, Tyler." Oscar pulls my face up and hugs me, "Now let's go get you that man candy!"

***

Before leaving to find Troye, we go out to lunch at a secluded restaurant. After a few drinks of wine, Oscar and I play 20 questions, "What's the weirdest thing you've done on a walk of shame?" I ask, laughing pointlessly from my tipsy state. Oscar laughs, obviously remembering a fond memory.

"Well, a few years ago, I met this guy at a club, I was drunk as hell, but we danced for a bit and then finally got pizza. We went back to his place and, you know. And then on the way out, I noticed he had high shine, low rise hair gel, and you can hardly find that sh*t anywhere, so I stole it." Oscar continues to giggle, and I stare at him, "You're f*cking with me, right?"

"No I am 100% honest here."

"You motherfucker!" I chuckle, I pull out my phone and with a few clicks bring up my 'My Worst Hook-Up Ever' video. Oscar watches with amusement, and then finally burst out laughing at the end.

"So we meet again, hair gel theif!" I yell, tickling him as torture.

"I'm... Sorry!" Oscar pants within laughs, from my constant tickle-torture.

"You know, if you keep treating me like this, we'll never find your boy toy!" Oscar exclaims, faking stern. I chuckle and pull him out of the restaurant,

"So, where's Troye from?"

"Perth."

"Well, that's obviously not in California."

"Look, Oscar, if you have to go it's fine, I will find him on my own, It's okay."

"Tyler, I'm a musician, I do what I want, where I want. And right now I want to witness this love story." The sincerity in his tone shocks me, I nod and begin to walk again.

"What do I do, Oscar?"

"If Mohammad won't come to you, you go to Mohammad's f*cking doorstep. Australia here we come!"