*Troye's POV*
This is going to be an interesting day.
"Okay then." I paused, thinking carefully about my answer. "My idols? Beyoncé, Lana Del Ray, my mother. My fears? Ya know, spiders, snakes, not being loved, typical stuff. My deepest sercret? ..Classified," I paused again before adding, "for now."
"For now?" Tyler smirked.
"Maybe one day I'll tell you."
With that, I got up and suggested we go to my apartment to get his jacket. We walked and joked the whole way to my place. Mainly fighting about who was better, Lady Gaga or my queen Beyoncé. This is nice. I've never really had a friend like this before. He's so funny.
As we entered my appartment I felt oldly nervous. It wasn't messy or anything, I've just never had anyone besides family over. I doubt Tyler would say anything about my place, but I still felt odd having him here.
"Adorable," I heard Tyler whisper as I walked into the kitchen to get us some water.
"It's not much, but it's home."
"No, its perfect. It fits you, Troye."
After a long silence, Tyler spoke up.
"So, let's play a game."
"Umm, alright. What kind of game?" I questioned.
"Truth or Dare. Anything and everything goes. Rules: You HAVE to do what the other person asks."
After I finally agreed to the rules, we began playing.
*Tyler's POV*
"Truth or Dare, Troye?" I asked, although I already could tell what he'd choose.
"Truth." I sighed pretending to be annoyed.
"Okay then, Mr. Predictable. Tell me about your dream date."
"I am NOT predictable," he said, fake pouting, while pushing me playfully. "Umm, my dream date? Honestly, I'm kind of boring, but I'd love to just be cuddled up on the couch watching old movies, eating, not really having a care in the world. I know, I'm very cheesey, but just being with that other person, even if we are staring at a TV screen, is enough for me."
I know I must have stared at him for atleast 5 straight minutes, smiling like an idiot, just letting that magical moment play through my mind. He really is adorable.
"Tyler, Truth or dare?" Troye's voice broke me out of my trance.
"Truth."
"Hmm, why did you invite me over the other night?"
I had to lie. I couldn't just say that I was thirsty for a younger boy. That would be awkward, plus, I wasn't even really sure why I wanted him to come in.
"I wanted to get to know you better." I said smiling at him "And I'm glad I have been getting that chance tonight." His cheeks quickly started to change to a light shade of pink. "Truth or dare?"
"Dare!"
"Someone's being risky. Let's make it something different then. I dare you to, hmm, how about you strip down to your underwear and dance a waltz?" I said fighting back laughter.
"A waltz? Really, Tyler? Really?"
"Yes, really! Remeber the rules! You have to," I sang, dragging out the 'have.'
*Troye's POV*
I blushed very hard whan I started to take off my clothes in front of Tyler. I started with my shoes and socks, naturally. I gradually moved to my skinny jeans, which I had to wiggle out of. The last was my shirt, which was the part I was most self-concious about. I took it off, the blush spreading over my chest now, but I wasn't going to back out. I put one arm up like I was holding my partner's hand and I put the other where his waist would be. I danced around the living room, around Tyler on the couch, until I had an idea.
"Dance with me Tyler. I dare you." And he did.
We danced around for a while, just laughing at each other's clumsiness. When the laughter died down, we didn't stopped, we just slowed our pace until we were practically slow dancing. Tyler finally broke the silence.
"Troye!" He startled me with his sudden outburst. "You never told me your dreams," I looked at him with my eyebrows furrowed. "I asked you to tell me the deeper stuff, including your dreams, and you never told me."
"Oh, my dreams? I- I want to sing. I want to write music. Music that everyone can relate to. Whether you're gay, straight, white, black, happy or sad, I want you to be able to relate to one of my songs." I said quietly, still dancing with Tyler, in my underwear. Oh my god. I seem so vulnerable, in many ways, right now.
Tyler suddenly stopped moving, but didn't take his arms off me. He just looked me straight in the eyes.
"Will you sing for me?" He asked in such a low whisper it was barely audible
"Um, oh-okay." What do I sing? I don't even know if I should. Oh my... "Actually, I have been working on a song if you want to hear it."
"Of course."
"Come with me then." I walked him into my bed room and he sat on the bed. I walked over and sat on my piano bench and started playing an unfinished piece, letting the words fall from my mouth.
"My happy little pill, take me away. Dry my eyes, bring color to my skies. My sweet little pill, take my hunger, light within, numb my skin." I sighed shakily as I finished, looking at Tyler to guage his reaction. His facial expression was blank. We sat in a long silence, which made me panic inside.
"That was.. amazing." His face lit up with a smile. All my nerves slipped away with those three words. "I can't wait to hear the finished version. What's the song about?"
I didn't really want to tell him. It was kind of a personal thing. I wanted my music to be able to be interpreted however the listener wanted. I wanted me to have my own person story for it, and others to have theirs. I didn't want my reason to make the listener feel disconnected because we didn't agree.
"Thats up to you." I left it at that.
*Tyler's POV*
Troye's voice was so angelic. I can't believe I had never heard him sing before. His song was also really amazing. Could this boy be any more talented?
Troye soon joined me on his bed. Although I was still curious what the song meant, I didn't ask. I knew he wanted me to think about it on my own.
"Troye, can I ask you something?"
"Sure, Ty." Too cute.
"How are you single? You are so talented. I'm not even just trying to be nice. I mean this. You're a great actor. You can definitely sing. Plus you have a knack for writing songs too. I just don't get it." I said sincerly.
"I don't know. You're pretty much the only non-family member who has heard me sing, so thats one reason. Plus I'm not really the social type." He said falling back onto his bed.
"Could have fooled me." I replied, following his lead, but laying so I was facing him.
"I'm only this way with you." This sentence made my heart flutter. I watched him stare up at the ceiling, noticing how he was softly blushing.
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