Troyler is real

Chapter 1

After an exhausting day at the new York city meet and greet, youtuber, Tyler Oakley heads up to his hotel room anticipating his night alone with Troye.

Tyler's point of view

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I eagerly run up to my hotel room and head straight to the closet to find a non sweat stained shirt, who am I kidding, I'll sweat through it anyway. I grab a nice navy blue collared shirt and slip it on with out hardly any struggle. I try to search for my favorite cologne but with my luck I forgot to bring it. Damn, I guess I'll just use this crappy target brand one. I put enough on just so Troye could smell me easily.  I notice that my left shoe is untied . Just as I'm about to bend over I hear a slight knock at the door.  "Tyler, it's me, Troye. May I come in? Are you dressed?" His adorable accent makes me blush. " Yes Troye, I'm dressed. You may come in." Out of the corner of my eye I see troye. Oh my gosh, why does he have to be such a cutie? "Tyler, you look great." Troye smiles and comes tword me. "So, shall we start heading out?" "We shall." I stop myself from chuckling and grab my keys. Troye follows almost skipping.

The Drive

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Troyes point of view

As we get in the car Tyler's hand slightly brushes my leg and it sends a chill down my spine and I squeal a bit. " What was that." Tyler asks quietly chuckling. God I'm nervous. I'm a actually really surprised he asked. I've liked him for a while now and I almost screamed a bit when he asked me on this date. I reach to turn the radio station. As my hand touches the knob Tyler's hand meets mine and we look at eachother blushing. "Oops, you can change it." Tyler says, oh God, what just happened I've touched his hand before but that time it felt like I had just been shocked, like there was electricity.

Tyler's point of view.

I continue driving until we get to this fancy restaurant I heard Marcus talking about. When we get to the restaurant I open up my door, get out of the car and walk around to troyes door to open it for him. "Wow, who knew you were such a gentleman, Tyler." Troye says. I respond with "guilty as charged." Wowie, i've never been this nervous around troye before and I've never said such stupid and unfunny things in my entire life. What the hell? As we walk into the restaurant I notice that it is packed full of people wearing fancy clothes and carrying around small dogs in their purses. I glance at Troye and we walk into the building. When we get inside I notice that there is a tall but thin man behind a counter so I assume that's where we'll get the table. "Exuse me sir." I say "yes, what can I help you with? " the man says, he has a slight British accent. "We'll be needing a table for two."  The man shakes his head as he looks at the computer that I'm assuming has all of the seating information on it. He looks up at Troye and I and says. "I'm sorry but we can get you a table in about four hours once the wait has cleared up." Troye at me and the waiter and says "Its fine we can go to taco bell or McDonald's or something." Why doesn't he look upset. I've noticed that troye like the simpler things in life. "Well, I guess that's what we'll do. There a taco bell down the street."