“Troye... Can we try something?”
He looks up from his laptop and at me, his eyebrow quirked. “Have you been reading smut again?”
I roll my eyes. “You wish. No, I mean-“ I put my laptop down next to me before jumping off the sofa and swiping my little black Polaroid off the counter. “I mean, instead of instagram selfies, can we take...” I wave the camera at him meekly. “Polaroids?” I smile at him, putting effort into looking like I’m begging endearingly.
“Uh, sure.” He still looks a bit confused, so I push myself over to his side of the sofa, leaning on him as I bring the camera in front of his face.
“Look, you just press it-“ I jam my finger down on the button rapidly, hoping to catch him before he’s camera-ready. It prints out the top and I pull it out, holding the end of the picture and shaking it.
“I know how Polaroids work, Ty.”
I shake the picture for a few seconds longer before looking at it and bursting into giggles. I pass it to Troye and watch his blank expression crumble into laughter. In the picture, my mouth is blurred by the flick of my tongue due to speaking, and Troye’s eyes are both half closed, but with one twitching.
“I have never seen anything so beautiful,” Troye jokes, putting his laptop aside. “Too bad you didn’t get it on your phone.”
I glare at him, dumbfounded. “Troye, that’s the point.”
“What?”
I sigh and begin to explain. “I’m way more likely to lose a picture in my phone’s sea of Beyoncé selfies than in actual, physical form.”
“I didn’t know you kept my selfies!” He says excitedly. I scoff at him before getting up and retrieving the book that I bought at the same time as the camera.
“I’ll put them all in this, chronologically.” I tell him, opening it and slipping the first picture into the first wallet and closing it with satisfaction.
“It looks kind of boring. The front, that is,” Troye says, taking the scrapbook and turning it over in his hands. I find myself agreeing. The subtle blue is incredibly pretty, but it does look a little plain.
“We’ll go to the store,” I say soon, after deliberation. “We can buy some cute stickers. With butterflies and princesses and boybands on them, and we’ll decorate it together. How about it?”
Troye looks thoughtful. “We could make a video?”
“No.” I interject, more abruptly than intended. “No. See," I take a deep breath. "My reasoning behind this is that recently, I’ve kinda felt like everything we do is for someone else, instead of for us. So, while you’re in LA this time, we’ll try and keep to ourselves? Is that-is that okay?” I ask him, becoming increasingly anxious as my proposition progresses.
“Okay then,” he says sceptically. “This could be a good idea.” His face relaxes and he smiles, and I smile too, sighing with relief.
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Comment if you read the first line and expected some traumatising smut ;D
So I know I told myself that I wasn't going to write anything for a little while but I had this idea and really just couldn't resist. Also, althought the idea is derived from Troye's recent trip to LA, it does not take place on this trip. I kinda want the freedom to write what I want, instead of having to be committed to following canon events.
I'm excited to write this and hope you're excited to read it! The next chapter will probably be up within the next week or so, I don't really know. Expect fluff, because that's what I want to write in this story.
Until then, love and hugs, Maya xx
(Edit: if you're on your computer or laptop, idk why you can't see the chapter title?? I'm trying to fix it)
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Polaroids - Troyler
Fanfiction"Troye... Can we try something?" Tyler purchases a Polaroid camera just before Troye visits him in LA. So of course, Tyler sees it fit to put the two together, and document their time together in a more personal way. Expect fluff!
