Closeness (A Troyler Story)

Chapter 11: Pants

TROYES P.O.V

We eventually parted ways from our awkward encounter, making me internally grateful to be abandoning. The car event was strange, even for Tyler. He seemed so defensive, as if he was angry that I had denied the fact that we weren't together. It was true, I knew it was true, Tyler knew it was true, I don't know why it was such a big deal for him. Oh well, I've just got to let it slide. We're too good of friends for the curiosity to get the better of me and ruin something between us by asking too many questions or something.

I opened the hotel door and pulled my luggage in with me, pushing the door shut with my back as I sunk down to the floor with fatigue. I'm so exhausted. Why am I exhausted? I wish I knew the answer to be honest. Tumblr people and being out of the house don't exactly mix. I crawled forward on my hands and knees just a few inches till I reached my suitcase and zipped it open, revealing my sweats right away. I slipped off my loose tee and tugged at my skinny jeans to come off, which was a lot harder than I planned. I finally found a position that I could pull them off with, but I only got it halfway down my knees until my phone went off. I scrambled to my my feet lunging forward to grab it, vibrating on the floor, until I realized this was a big mistake.

And there I go.

My life flashed before my eyes as i prepared for impact on the carpet, automatically assuming the worst and thinking of several ways how I could end up dead in this situation as I started tumbling to the floor. Of course, the fall was not as bad as I anticipated it to be, but I sure would wake up with some bruises in the morning. Also, some rug burn on my upper thigh. Fuck.

I grabbed my phone, laying a few inches away from me, and checked the notifications. I had a text from Tyler, sliding it open, curious to what he could he sending me after our uncomfortable experience earlier.

Tilly <3: Yo, Sorry to bother. Where'd you put my PJ's?

I smiled faintly, slightly disappointed that his text didn't have any flirty undertones to accompany his usual-sassy attitude. I didn't want to torment him on it though, he was probably just as tired as I am.

Troye: They're zipped in on the top part, also don't worry. You weren't bothering me x

Tilly <3: Thanks

Thanks? That's all I get? What happened to Tyler??? He's never this formal. When I rejected Connors question earlier, did I offend him somehow? Was I rude about it? I didn't think I was being rude. Maybe he got the impression that I hated him or something. I don't know. Tyler's quick to judge. I hope what got into him somehow gets out of him by tomorrow morning because I would not be able to deal with this Tyler during VidCon.

I realized that I was still lying on my side, shirtless with my pants halfway down my legs, mentally cringing at the thought of what I had done before texting Tyler and how easily distracted I had gotten. I should probably do something about the amount of boxer I'm exposing.

I quickly kicked the skinnies off, wriggling on the floor in an attempt to pull my sweats up my legs. This probably would have been easier if I stood up, but I was not feeling it. I dragged myself to bed after retrieving my phone charger, plugging it into the wall and my device.

I shut off the lamp and started scrolling through mobile Tumblr (which I admit is terrible, but my fatigue overpowering my other senses to go and grab my laptop), and eventually fell asleep after queueing a few dozen things to my blog.

A/N

I wrote this right after writing the last chapter so idk what to say about it, also I don't know when it's going up(???) it's short im sorry

My foots itchy which sucks cus im also ticklish on the foot area so I can't. just. urgh.

ALSO, TYLER REPLIED TO MY TWEET YESTERDAY??? TWICE??? (??) on my @TylersPlants ACC AND I WAS SHAKE SHAKE

Anyways, hope you like this chapter (:

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