Yours Truly, Me (Troyler)

✉️Chapter 11✉️

Last Day of Trip

Tyler POV

I stop trying to figure out who on the trip is TSM. I don't think there's a point.

At first, I'll admit, when Troye came out to me, I thought it could've been him, but then I got an email from TSM the morning after asking what I did the night before, and since TSM has never lied in a letter before, it couldn't be Troye.

I banished all thought of it being him, then, which made me sad, considering how much I'm attracted to him and how many intimate feelings I actually have for him. If he were TSM, I'd know he wanted me, too. But I don't know if I could ever call him mine, and I don't even know if I would want to be with TSM.

Scratch that, I actually really like TSM.

But I do know one thing: I ended up becoming best friends with the wrong person.

Not that Troye is necessarily the wrong person, just not the person I intended to get close to. TSM said if we both considered each other best friends, then he would tell me everything.

Anyways, back to the present: it's the last day of Vidcon, and everything was amazing. Everyone is leaving tomorrow, except Troye, who is sadly leaving tonight.

I don't know if I want to say goodbye.

We all had an amazing time together, especially Troye and I. Zoë remarked at our sudden closeness a few times, very 'discreetly', but no one asked any questions about it.

Vidcon ended about six days ago, but all of us YouTubers have done some exploring and sightseeing. I have never loved a city as much as I've loved Florence, but my thoughts could possibly be heavily influenced by the very presence of a certain Australian twink by my side during the entirety of the trip.

God, I'm fucked. I walked, no, fell on my face, into this one. I could easily say this is all my fault, but Troye didn't have to so lovable and adorable and friendly on his part.

To be fair, he hasn't exactly shown any romantic interest at all towards me. I could always say it's because he's a good actor, but I'm not one for self-inflicted pain.

But all of his intentions have pointed towards being friends. He's never touched me intimately, he's never said anything that couldn't be mistaken as flirty ( or what he considers flirty, because he's a natural at being what I like to call a 'dirty-flirty', which means about 50% of what he says could be considered a very sexual innuendo, but his intentions are harmless ). And even when he does say something that could be considered flirty, it's always sassily, not intimately, so I know he's not ever totally and completely serious.

Anyways, I'm at my hotel right now, with Troye, actually, about four hours before we have to drop him off at the airport ( he said he'd be fine going alone, but I insisted on accompanying him there ). We're both just on our laptops right now, me being on Twitter, and him doing I have no idea, when I get an email alert on my laptop.

I click open the message, which is from TSM, saying:

nutellaaddict1995@hotmail.com: I can't believe we're splitting ways, soon, Tilly. It makes me sad that I won't get to see you again for a while. But I hope we get to talk a bunch while we're gone, right?

I don't know what you're doing right now, but I don't want to message you too much incase you have company. Talk to me when you can, Tyler.

By the way, I'll probably tell you this sometime tomorrow, or even today, I don't even know, but just know that I had a fantastic time, just being around you. Thank you, for just being my amazing friend. I'm proud to call you a friend, no matter how badly I wish things were different.