Help - A Troyler AU

Chapter 3

ITS TIME *clap* FOR ANOTHER *clap* AUTHORS *clap* NOTE *clap*

Toslay I have a shitload of homework (thanks to procrastination) so this chapter will be extremeslay short, but slay! I upload every d-slay, so there is no complaning alowed. 

Also, today is the 25th, so it is National Slay-Day. The day I made up with my friend Cierra. It is the 25th of every month, and you basicaslay change everything ending in -ay to -slay. 

ex: Saturday - Saturslay

Whoever slays the day the most becomes the slay queen, so yeah. 

AND I WILL NOT STAND TO NOT BE THE SLAY QUEEN OF NATIONAL SLAY-DAY.

I WILL NOT STAND IT.

So I apologize in advance for any random slays in this chappie.

A/N INSIDE OF AN A/N (WHAT IS THISSSS???)

Well, I have successfully procrastinated for an entire day, I deserve an award. The first author's note was a long while ago, and it is no longer National Slay-Day.

Cierra won the Slay Queen of the Day. She was slaying the scene with those puns, you gotta be knowin'!

But I'm keeping the A/N there for two reasons.

1) So you will know what and when National Slay-Day is, and

2) Because I am genuinely too lazy to erase it.

Cut me some slack, I had to write an essay today. Jeez.

Random fact about me: I have Nyctophobia. Don't judge.                                                                                            (This has been going on too long, I'll just start writing now)

-TROYE'S POV-

"It's just... I act like the bullying doesn't get to me, but it does, you know? And it shouldn't! I shouldn't care what they think about me! I was born gay, there's nothing I can do about it, even if I wanted to." it felt good to get it off of my chest. I looked up and saw Kayla with a sad smile. She nodded and hugged me, and after the hug I felt better. I guess sometimes you just need a hug, even if you're scared to admit it.      

We chatted for a bit, until I realized that today was my day to get the groceries. I sighed over dramatically, and explained to Kayla that I had to go, and we hugged again, and she walked me to the car, and we hugged AGAIN, because it was just one of the days where you need endless hugs. Nothing in particular got me, nothing that happened to me, at least. Just the thought of all of the LGBTQO kids who were raised in a homophobic family thinking that their life was a sin. I couldn't stand it. I've never really understood how some people can teach their children that without hating themselves.

I waved at her as I shut the door to my car. The drive to the store was boring, my eyes on the road. 

Once I got to the store, I rushed out of my car into the cold fall weather, trying to get in and out as fast as possible, with the least amount of bullying that I could manage. I jogged to the door with the collar of my leather jacket up to discourage wind and/or bullies from messing with me. I grabbed a basket and hurried through the aisles looking for the things on my grocery list. I was in the dairy section when my body slammed into something, or someone, because I heard a low "OOMPH" and they staggered back. I grimaced and looked up to see a guy my age with purple hair and a gallon of milk. At first he looked kind of mad, but then he looked up and caught my eye. The anger was suddenly replaced with an emotion that I couldn't read, and he bagan to talk.

"WAIT! You're that guy from the 'fag of the week' tag right?"

UGH. Not another homophobic jerk. I raised an eyebrow and replied with "You know that word is offensive right?". At first he just looked confused, but then his eyes widened and he started to chuckle.

"You know how a certain group of people can call themselves something but other people can't? Like,        if I said the N-word, it would be awful, but if a black person said it, it wouldn't be as bad?" He said.

"Yeah, but you aren't..."

"You automatically assume I'm straight. Well, I'm not straight, I'm Tyler. Who are you?" He asked.

I was kind of shocked at how straight-forward (hah irony) he was with his sexuality, but I held out my hand to shake his and said, "Troye with an E." He took my hand in his and shook, holding on to it a little bit longer than socially acceptible, but I didn't mind. He was attractive, and I'd probably not see him again after today, and today was an endless-hug-needing day, and I just wanted someone who was empathetic to the whole bullying thing, so I latched on, I guess.

We naturally hit it off, making jokes and acting like we'd known eachother forever, and in a way, we had. We just seemed to be meant to meet eachother, meant to talk, meant to laugh, it was a connection that nobody, no matter how stupid, homophobic, or ignorant could deny. Obviously just as friends, because you don't just meet someone who loves you more than you love them, more than they love themselves.

Because Prince Charmings don't exist.

They never will.

A/N

YES YOU DID FUDGE-ING WAIT TWO DAYS FOR THIS CRAPPY CHAPPIE.

BE HAPPY, JUST CLAPPY.

WOW I'M A NERD.

But Tumblr was distracting me, so ugh.

Hugs & Disses, G.