Yours Truly, Me (Troyler)

✉️Chapter 8✉️

Troye POV

Damn you, Zoella. And you too, Tyler.

I wasn't sure how to do the kiss, especially since none of the others know that I'm both romantically and sexually attracted to boys, or interested in Tyler besides Zoë, and it would be my first kiss with a guy, too.

So, I just pecked him on the lips.

I wished I could've made it last longer, but oh well. Not that much longer after the kiss, we started to leave. I was the first one gone, speeding out the door before anyone could notice my absence. As I was walking down the hall to my room, Zoë texted me:

'So, are you internally screaming right now? #troyler5eva'

I responded back: 'I fucking hate you.'

'But you're thanking me a thousand times over right now.'

'Pretty much.'

'😂 💞👌'

't(-_-t)'

We stopped texting after that, and I stopped in front of my door to search my pockets for the room key. After digging around a bit in my back pocket, I found the card and slid it down the lock on my door. I twisted the knob and let myself in, when I received a message from my phone. After checking, I see it's from Tyler.

'Had a fun night, Troye! C ya in the morning. 💏'

Really, Tyler. You just had to put that emoji on there? And I know I'm the girl, from how I'm dressed-

Shit. I totally forgot that I left my clothes at Zoë's. I sighed heavily, replied to Tyler saying,'Why am I always the girl?' and backtracked to Zoë's. Once there, I knocked, and Alfie let me in. "Hey, I forgot my clothes. Mind if I change real quick?"

"Sure, go ahead," Alfie says, and moves from the doorway. I noticed that Tyler and the Holy Trinity were still here, but everyone else left. As Tyler caught my eye, he blew an air kiss, to which I showed him my favorite finger on full display. He just laughed, and texted something on his phone to me.

'You wish, bitch.' was all it said. I rolled my eyes at the irony of his words, and went inside the bathroom to change.

About three minutes later, after adjusting my quiff from the wig messing it up, I left the bathroom, leaving a neat pile of Zoë's clothes on her dresser, and was about the leave Zoë's room when a hand clamped down on my wrist. Startled, I jumped back, and very smoothly smacked my shin into a doorway. When I saw who the person was, I evidently paled a bit. Tyler.

"So, I noticed you left a little quickly earlier. Is something bothering you?" he asks, somewhat teasing and somewhat genuinely concerned. As much as I didn't want to lie to him, I decided to just make up excuses to get out of this one. After all, it would take a lot of explaining to fully communicate everything that was going on in my mind right now.

"I was just tired, I guess. The jet lag is really stuffing me up right now, and I just wanted to take it easy after having such a busy day," I mumbled, keeping my face void of any emotion.

He definitely does not believe a word I just said. "Uh-huh. Look, I'm just going to cut to the chase. Your not bothered by the kiss, are you?" He furrowed his eyebrows by the end of his query, seeming concerned that I would read to much into it, when it was actually the other way around.

Still, his bluntness caught me off-guard.. But I still reply,"No. No, not at all. It just, my first kiss other than acting." I shrug, sheepishly. I know I'm red in the face right now. Hopefully, he buys my act because of that.

He does indeed look understanding. "Alright, I get it. Just as long as nothing's awkward, Troye."

I nod, and he lets me go. Then I walked back to my room, and wrote a short message to Tyler via nutellaaddict1995@hotmail.com.

nutellaaddict1995@hotmail.com: Had fun playing Truth or Dare tonight, Tilly. Sweet dreams.

Yours Truly,

Me

After clicking send, I go to bed. I fall asleep in an instant.

Tyler POV

When Troye said he was overwhelmed by the kiss, I knew he was both telling the truth and lying. Or at least holding back.

I couldn't tell what it was. Is it that the kiss was with another guy? Is it the fact that it was with me? Did he just not like the kiss at all?

He said it was pretty much his first, and even then it wasn't exactly real, since it was a part of the game.

For some reason, I wanted it to be real. I wanted his answer to be that he wanted the kiss to be real.

I kind of wanted to kiss Troye for real.

But I knew that wouldn't be happening soon. He's not even out, if he is gay. He's probably not, though, because why would he be so uncomfortable kissing me? I'm honestly worried at this point that he's going to stay uncomfortable around me, especially with how close I've wanted to be to him to be with him lately. I sure we'll be fine, but I have my worries.

I went back to my room, and decided to check my laptop for any messages. I needed to see if TSM was at the game.

'nutellaaddict1995@hotmail.com: Had fun playing Truth or Dare tonight, Tilly. Sweet dreams.

Yours Truly,

Me'

So he was there. I still don't know who is he, and he's given me no clue if he went with me around town like Troye, Connor, Joe, and Caspar. Not that TSM could be any of them, but still. It would've been helpful.

I reply back, saying:

tyleroakley@msn.com: Yeah, I felt very involved in a bunch of the dares. Very up close and personal, with kissing Troye and twerking on Marcus.

To be honest, I wouldn't mind kissing Troye again. For real, next time.

From one thirsty fatherfucker,

Tyler

Normally, I wouldn't put something like that in a letter, considering Troye could've been reading that, but I've pretty much abolished all thinking that Troye could be TSM at this point. The idea of him loving me is ridiculous, considering how frigid he was during our prior encounter, even if I have feelings towards him.

Oh well.