(Troyler) The Best Year of My Life

chapter three

Tylers POV.

I woke up in my apartment with a killer headache and very vauge memories of the night before. I remembered drinking, lots and lots of drinking. And Troye. I remembered meeting him at the door, drinking at the bar, and dancing with him? After that it all got kinda blurry and hard to decipher. I didn't remember going home, but here I was. With a groan I rolled over and stretched, whimpering at the pounding in my head. I slowley sat up, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. As my eyes adjusted I wasn't sure I was actually seeing what I was seeing. Troye, with adorable bedhead and very bloodshot eyes, standing in a panic by the bathroom door. Why was he here? Did we have sex? I don't think we did, both of us had our clothes on. But he obviously spent the night. Nice way to "make friends" Tyler. Good job.

"Well. Talk about awkward friendship beginnings. Want an Asprin?" I asked as I slowley made my way to the kitchen and grabbed the pill bottle from my bag. With an almost panicked nod of his head he followed me. I smiled at his nervousness, but it also threw me off. "Stop being all jittery, Troye you're making me nervous. We didn't have sex. We're wearing clothes." His eyes widened but he nodded. I was right and he knew it. As a blush began to creep over my face I turned around quickly, too quickly, and had to place my hand on the counter to steady myself. After a few deep breaths I got two cups of water and some Asprin. As the medication started to take affect we leaned against our respective counters in the kitchen in silence. It wasn't awkward, but it wasn't comfortable either. If it went on like this we'd never be comfortable as friends.

"So, you're videos are pretty great." Troye murmured, obviously trying to start a conversation. I smiled at his awkward attempt to make the situation lighter.

"Troye, hun, I appreciate the out but we need to talk about last night or we'll never be able to move on as friends and I want to be able to stay in touch."

"Yeah. Yeah of course, me too. Obviously we got pretty wasted."

"Oh yes. Wasted is an understatement. You also obviously spent the night too." I added.

"And hopefully we didn't, um, frickle frackle." Troye stuttered out, blushing. I couldn't help but laugh at his childish anecdote for sex.

"Where in the hell did you hear that?" I asked in between giggles.

"Where I adopted 85 percent of my language from, the intereweb. I felt like the conversation needed a lightener."

"That it did TroyeSivan, I thank you for enhancing my vocabulary." I laughed. "And no, I don't think we 'frickle frackled' so we don't have to worry about that."

"Well, what do you want to do today?" Troye asked sheepishly.

"There's a little homeowned pizza shop down the block, wanna go?"

"Pizza for breakfast? You have impeccable health choices Tyler."

"Or we could go get salads. Your choice picky." I retorted, not quite sure if he was being serious. The comment about food kind of stung. I'm sure he was kidding, but still.

"Oh no, pizza every time. I'm gonna go try and make myself look not hungover and then we can go." Troye jumped up and headed toward the bathroom/bedroom. I smiled at his eagerness for pizza and decided that I should do my hair. I walked toward the bedroom and noticed that Troye was still in the bathroom getting cleaned up so I decided to change while I waited, considering I smelled like alcohol and bad choices.

I put on fresh jeans and was just slipping a sweater over my head when I heard the bathroom door open. "Finally, you took long enough in there, what were you doing anyway- Hey! Is that my shirt?" Sure enough he was wearing my blue button up. Clothes stealing little mongrel.