Well, That Happened (Troyler AU)

Prologue

Troye POV

Well, that happened.

My family and I just moved to Michigan, USA, from Australia for God knows what reason. So what if my dad's job moved? He could've gotten another one. We could've settled for my mom's money. What was the point?

I chose my room, in our beautifully gorgeous house in the middle of the perfectly decent suburban street with the spectacularly quiet peacefulness.

I absolutely hated it.

Now, before you feel super bad, I'm not mad because I left a ton of friends; I've left friends before, since I used to live in South Africa before Australia, and we traveled between the two places for a while. I can easily connect with he closed ones over Skype.

I hated it because I hated the transition.

Some may call it stubbornness, but I call it loyalty. I liked my life before the move, because I chose those aspects of my life that I liked. Now I have a whole new array of choices to choose from, and I wish there was a none-of-the-above option, like on those Standard Achievement Testing pamphlets that schools make us take every year.

My life was hanging out with my few select friends, sitting in my room into the early hours of the morning, going on Tumblr, eating Nutella and hard boiled eggs and other delicious delicacies, and basically being an introvert if it wasn't for a few wonderful people.

At least I could say there wasn't anyone I would miss, well, more than others, if you know what I mean. I've never fallen for anyone, and I guess that makes sense, since I'm 15 years old, starting Sophomore year ( at least that's what Americans call it ).

Oh, to clarify, I'm gay. As in, into men, or boys, or guys, or males, or whatever you want to refer to people with the Y chromosome. My family knows, I just recently outed myself to everyone about three weeks ago to them and my friends. Everyone was very nice and accepting,mot which I'm eternally grateful.

I can only hope for the same here.

To set the record straight ( oh, how I love irony ) I'm not ashamed in the slightest, but I'm not the most forthcoming person, either. If someone asks or is curious, I'll probably tell them, unless I just know that they're flat out homophobic pricks that I'll have to deal with on a daily basis. Then there's really no point, other than future annoyance peskiness, is there?

That wasn't a question.

But if I meet someone, then that won't be my first impression. Can you seriously me going up to some guy that looked friendly, saying,"Hi, my name is Troye, and I'm a flaming homosexual."

Literally no. I admire your boldness if that's your approach, but when your name is Troye Sivan Mellet and you're a skinny little shit with an admittedly crazy smile, well, that would just come off as a little disturbing wouldn't it?

That wasn't a question either.

As of right now, I don't know any people here other than my parents, my brother Tyde ( Steele stayed in Australia, the lucky shit ) and my sister Sage, and the cashier lady named Maryse at Walmart that I met yesterday when I went with my sister to buy 'feminine products', a young woman that I swear winked at me while I was leaving.

I made a mental note to avoid that Walmart from now on.

Oh, I guess I should've mentioned that I, starting school tomorrow, some place with some pretentious name of its pretentious founder that I never bothered to remember, surely filled with pretentious adolescents and even more pretentious teachers. At least I can say I've always made decent grades. I actually do pretty good in math, ever since it became more of a game to me than anything, since I won't need to know how to do it when I have my phone with me constantly ( seriously, teachers, you're going to tell me I won't always have a calculator on hand? Bitch please ) and I'm a pretty decent English student. I excel in musical areas. But things like PE, History, and Science, well, not my areas of expertise. I call those the hoping-for-the-best subjects, just because if you to ask me a question from the latter two, I probably wouldn't know the answer, unless we just talked about it recently. PE, that's self explanatory.

The thing is that I don't, like, study. Not that I tell people that, incase I need an out to get away from being around them, simply because being in the presence of other human beings is exhausting. So, if someone wants to hang out, and I want to watch America's Next Top Model for a few hours, I can say I'm studying, and they wouldn't know. But seriously, if I don't get something in class, then there's no way I'd get it at home.

But my best hope for tomorrow is a lesson I learned from The Perks of Being a Wallflower ( book and movie ): if you make at least one friend, then you're doing alright.

I just hope it isn't my English teacher.

Thing is, I'm not the most confident person in those situations. Almost all of my friends approached me, not the other way around. Sometimes I like to manipulate the story to make myself feel better, but it's the truth. But once I am friends, I know I chose the right person to trust. There's been times where someone tried to get close to me, but I just didn't trust them for whatever reason.

I'm not a trusting person.

So, hopefully, my next friend does the same; it's someone I wouldn't mind trusting, and whom I can tell is trustworthy, and for whatever reason is motivated to want to be friends with me.

Now that I've practically told you my life story, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go read a John Green book while listening to Lana Del Rey and cry quietly because of its perfection.