Help - A Troyler AU

Chapter 5

A/N WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING

I FINISHED THIS CHAPTER TWICE AND BOTH TIMES IT GOT DELETED BY WATTPAD.

WHUT.

So I have a reason for being incredibly late with this update. Hah. The point is, I am a glorious rainbow filled animal of grace and presicion, is that how you spell precision, I screwed it up the first time, and also, I need sleep. 

So so super sorry if I don't make sense, but not.

HAHAHAHA

(also I will start using ~ instead of - for my POV things. They are more hip.)

~TROYE'S POV~

(feelin' hip already)

        Tyler broke the silence by saying "Well Troye with an E, welcome to the mess that is my life. You might want to turn around before it's too late." Hah. If only he knew. I rolled my eyes as those thoughts accidently slipped out, but he didn't seem to notice.

"I saw that picture of you on Tumblr, you slut."

He was obviously joking, and I wasn't mad at him, what he said made me think of the dreaded tag on Tumblr, was however a reminder that almost everyone in my hometown hated me for something I couldn't help.

Yay!

He looked a bit worried when he saw my face, so I plastered a smile onto it and laughed. He smiled back and we both jerked our heads straight and kept walking down the cerial aisle. I couldn't stand the silence, so I asked him where he went to school. He answered my question with "I'm in my senior year at Pemmbrooke High." 

When he saw my face, no doubt full of shock that some dude I met in a supermarket goes to my school, he asked "What?" to which I responded exitedly "I go there! Wait, whos homeroom do you have?" His eyes lit up and then suddenly became clouded with thoughts, thoughts that by the look of it, couldn't possibly be positive. He was taking a while to answer, so I decided to give him a while, but I was getting the impression that I wouldn't be hearing an answer anytime soon, so I called his name out to get the attention of this strange beautiful boy.

I repeated my earlier question and looked up. 
"Mr. Kendrick. You?" He said and I immediately felt bad. Half for him because Mr. Kendrick's class was utter hell, and half because he wasn't in my homeroom. "Mrs. Chappe." I answered truthfully, actually wishing myself into Mr. Kendricks class just to get to know Tyler, and that's really surprising considering I'd rather sell my soul to Lucifer than spend more than a second in the infamous Mr. Kendrick's classroom. Interrupting me from my thoughts, he pulled out his schedule, asking if we could compare classes. We had lunch, Current Events, and Bio together.

I was watching his face when the idea to get his number popped into my mind. "Hey Tyler, could I have 
y-your phone number or something like that?" I cursed myself for stuttering as he looked up and asked if I could repeat. "Maybe we could like, nevermind. No- nevermind." My face was burning and my eyes were fixed on the ground. IDIOT! I thought. He probably heard you and just didn't want to exchange numbers or something and so he just pretended not to hear me oh my god wha- "Ok see you at school I guess?" He said and I was surprised that he hadn't ditched me already. I nodded and hugged him before sprinting off to check out my groceries and drive home. 

I kept the music off as I drove home, because as much as I adore music, I had to use all of my mindpower to focus on the road and not the conversation that I'd just partook in. Little words and gestures that Tyler had done kept distracting me and almost making me run off of the road, so if I added music to the mix, there would be no doubt about it, I'd crash within seconds.

Making it home safely, I remembered what he'd said about Tumblr. That meant that he had a Tumblr. With a little stalking skills, I'd be able to find his Tumblr in a breeze. I pulled up the school website and searched Mr. Kendrick homeroom, and sure enough, I found Tyler and his last name- Oakley. Tyler Oakley. Yeah, I like the sound of that. I exited out of the tab and pulled up Tumblr, searching Tyler Oakley in the searchbar (where else would one search something?) I found his blog and immediately followed him, then I looked through it, laughing at the funny posts, nodding my head at the equality posts, and stopping altogether when I saw the first selfie, surprised that I hadn't seen one earlier, seeing as I'd been scrolling through his blog for about an hour. He had only posted it because an anon asked him to, and he said that he didn't like the way he looked so this was a one time thing.

I was shocked reading it, because he was beautiful, but after that, I began noticing the self consious quotes and such that he'd re-blogged from various people. I sent him an anon telling him that he was beautiful, just to make sure that he knew, before debating on sending him fanmail to say hey or something. I decided to just go for it, like, what was the worst case scenario? Actually let's NOT think about that. I sent him a message saying 'Hi!' before I could back out. After a few seconds, I realized that he might need some assurance that I wasn't just some random person, so I sent another message saying 'It's Troye with an E from the store. What's up?' While I was still on my confidence high.

After a few minutes of scrolling through my dash, I noticed an ask in my ask box. I clicked on it and saw a fanmail message from Tyler responding to my earlier ones to him. His message read 'Hey Troye! I didn't expect you to send me a message.' After reading that, I thought OH SHIT WHAT HAVE I DONE until I got his second message, saying 'But I'm glad you did (: Yeah I'm doing fine. How are you?' I smiled and began typing to send him my reply, and we soon got into a conversation over Tumblr. 

~Tyler's POV~

Troye saw my blog. Troye saw my messages. What Troye didn't see, however, were the tear trails staining my cheeks as I typed 'I'm fine.' into the keyboard and hit send. He didn't see the vomit in my toilet bowl. He didn't see how broken I was. He just saw the letters and the pixels and the jokes.

I plan on keeping it that way.

A/N

OOOOHHHHH THIS HURT TO WRITE BC I LOVE TYLER SO MUCH BUT IT HAD TO BE DONE APOLOGIES FROM G

But really, I'm sorry about the whole not really updating ever thing. I was sort of... what's the word

Oh yeah! Procrastinating! That's it! I was doing that. But here it is, the new chapter. That no one will read. Ok. I'm off to begin the next chapter! It'll be longer, I swear, the chapters have been super short so far, but things will change. Ok I need to go now,

Hugs & DIsses, G.