Help - A Troyler AU

Chapter 4

AUTHOR'S NOTE BEBEH

So... about updating every day.... heehe...hehe...heh...ummm. *coughs*

YEAH SORRY BOUT IT, BUT I HAVE RECENTLY OBTAINED A LIFE.

AND BY LIFE, I MEAN SCAROWINDS SEASON PASS, AND A FRIEND WHO ISN'T TOO SCARED TO GO WITH ME.

IT'S HALLOWEEN SEASON BISHES!

But seriously, I probably won't update every day, and I have also forgotten who's POV I'm supposed to be doing this time, so I'm gonna go back to my last chapter to find out.

RANDOM FACT ABOUT ME: I HAVE AN OLDER SISTER.

-TYLER'S POV-

I arrived at the store in a mood that was somewhat better than it was when I left, because Lady Gaga was on the radio, and she's the literal queen. So I was just walking in the store, gettin' mah milk, mindin' mah own business, when someone just slammed into me. I was about to tell them off for not looking where they were going, when I noticed who it was.

Oh.

Oh.

It was the 'fag of the week' guy. And he was a LOT hotter in real life. Like, hot hot.

Like, HOT HOT HOT. 

I don't even think you could ever understand the mental strain he gave me. I was too busy thinking of compromising situations that we could get ourselves into than thinking of things to say, so it obviously wasn't my best moment.

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

That was obviously NOT the right thing to say, seeing as his face portrayed complete disgust towards me, but hey, what happens happens. And I didn't give a shit.

Yes I did. I always give a shit. That's why I spent the entire morning puking my stomach out in the bathroom.

He snapped me out of my thoughts by saying "You know that word is offensive, right?"

I was so confused, and then I realized that he probably thought I was being homophobic. HAH. The exact opposite, exactly, and I planned on letting him know that.

"You know how a certain group of people can call themselves something but other people can't? If I said the N word, it would be awful, but if a black person said it, it wouldn't be as bad?" Hopefully he could understand this.

"Yeah, but you aren't..." GOD this boy was dense. I rolled my eyes and sighed "You automatically assume that I'm straight. Well, I'm not straight. I'm Tyler. Who are you?"

He raised one of his eyebrows, but replied anyway with "Troye with an E." We shook hands, but his hands were so soft that I had to hold on for a few more seconds. I had to.

"Well, Troye with an E, welcome to the mess that is my life. You might want to turn around before it's too late." I said it in a playful tone, but there was an unknown amount of seriousness in the words. He rolled his eyes and muttered what I thought was "If only you knew.", but I let it pass. We were all allowed to have secrets, some bigger than others. 

"I saw that picture of you on Tumblr, you slut." I joked around with him, wiggling my eyebrows suggestively about the over-edited-who-would-be-stupid/high-enough-to-do-this photo on the tag mentioned earlier, but he didn't seem to be amused. He just looked upset for a moment before putting on an obviously fake smile and turning to me, awkwardly laughing.

Shit what did I do? He knows I'm not being serious, why is he sad? I thought. I just faked a grin back, before continuing to walk in silence. After a while, he broke the silence by asking what grade I was in. "I'm in my senior year at Pemmbrooke High." I replied, and looked up to see a shocked look on his face.

"What?" I asked. He answered with a smile. 

"I go there! Wait, who's homeroom do you have?" Oh my God. I think I just made a hot gay boy friend. Not boyfriend (In my dreams), but boy friend. We'll have to work our way up to taking the space out of those words, if you catch my drift.

You must be kidding. A guy like him would NEVER even LOOK at you like that! You're a fat hog who can't keep his lunch down for more than six minuites! You have a double-chin, you have a muffin-top, you have thighs the size of motherfuckin' TEXAS, you have... my mind continued to say awful things that weren't true about me, while Troye was waiting for an answer.

"Tylah?" he asked. I looked up and asked him to repeat the question awkwardly. 

"Who's homeroom do you have?" He had a look of concern in his eyes, but I brushed it off and answered.

"Mr. Kendrick." I answered, "You?"

He looked disappointed, and he answered "Mrs. Chappe."

"Oh." I sighed. There go my chances of getting close with him.

What chances? He'd never look at you, and that's a pretty hard thing to do, considering you're a bit too big to miss.

Stop.

I shook away the thoughts, and asked to exchange schedules with him to see if we had any classes together. Luckily, we had Current Events and Bio together. We had the same lunch period too, so that was cool. I guess.

SHIT.

NO. THAT WAS MOST DEFINATELY NOT OK, HE'S GOING TO FIND OUT THAT I HAVE AN EATING DISORDER. I'M GOING TO VOMIT MY LUNCH ALL OVER HIM AND THEN HE WON'T EVER TALK TO ME AGAIN.

WHY ME!?!

I was worrying to myself while he was talking. I asked him to repeat, and he began to blush.

"Maybe we can like... nevermind. No, nevermind." His face was the shade of an apple by this point, and it was the cutest thing I'd ever seen in my entire life.

"Ok... well, see you at school I guess?" I said, and we awkwardly hugged before I left for my car.
What the actual fuck is wrong with me.

You know what, don't even answer that.

A/N

Yes, I am basically only updating at midnight. Deal with it, ladybug.

I'm so tired. fnwjfblq;djnzm goodnight.

Hugs & Disses, G