Closeness (A Troyler Story)

Chapter 8: Packing

TROYES P.O.V (A/N: the time is skipped forward if you didn't know ok ok)

VidCon is in 2 days already??? It feels like I've only been in Tylers apartment for a day, let alone 3. I was sitting on a stool next to the counter, eating some leftover pizza from last night, while Tyler was in his room packing. He always waited until the last minute. We were going to be driving out there tonight, and spending tomorrow settling into our hotel rooms until VidCon the next day.

I heard a loud bang, followed by some groaning and a familiar voice yelling "FUCK."

"TYLER?" I yelled out to him, "YOU OKAY?" All I heard was mumbling and continuous cussing, so I went to check on him.

I walked in to find a very angry Tyler kicking his suitcase. "WHY WONT YOU FUCKING CLOSE!" he yelled at it, "YOU DON'T OWN ME, NOW DO WHAT I ASK."

I whispered, "...Tilly?"

He turned around and I saw a smidge of anger on his face until it was quickly washed away by embarrassment, "Oh.. erm. Hello."

"Why are you attacking your suitcase?" I giggled at him.

"Well you see, this bitch won't fucking close. Like, it's meant to hold clothes and it's not doing its fucking job." He looked down at it angry again.

"Did you try rolling up your clothes instead of folding it?" I asked him innocently, "It takes up less space." He turned his head slightly to the left, resembling a confused puppy.

"No?"

I walked in front of him and picked up his suitcase, putting it on the bed, and opened it up, discovering his folding wasn't the problem. "Do you really need all these clothes Ty?!"

"Of course I do."

"You literally packed 4 pairs of tux's."

"What if an unexpected event comes up? I need to look my best.

"You have four, Ty."

"Whatever." He walked over and took 3 of them back to his closet. This continued on and on and on, bickering about what he did and didn't need- until eventually, we halved the amount of clothes he had to begin with.

"So now you have some extra room, but no more clothes, okay?"

"Okay, thanks." He said cheerily, walking over to his bed side table, opening a drawer and grabbing some type of bottle.

"Ty... What is that......." I hesitantly asked. He threw the bottle in his suitcase and zipped it up, smirking.

"Never know. I might have a crazy night." His smirk only intensified.

"You genuinely disgusting." I said walking back out into the kitchen to finish my pizza.

Hours flew by, and before I knew it, it was time to get driving. Tyler did his house check, making sure all the stovetops and lights were off. We piled our stuff in the trunk of his little car, and started our little drive.

A/N

Heeelloo again. I have been gone for a bit bc I started reading freak and I couldn't put down the damn book so I was pretty timeless- I FINISHED IT NOW THOUGH. Very short chapter but shhhh... Tbh I thought about that hannah Montana episode where she couldn't close her suitcase and roxy was all like "look at me goo" while writing this oops.

hope you enjoyyyeed, filler chapter though. wasn't the greatest but whatever.

I wrote this on mobile so yeeeaaaah. It's unedited too so feel free to correct me when you want to

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