Behind the walls

Chapter 1: Laundry Room

A/N I think that most of this is going to be from Ashley's point of view, but I might add some of either Troye or Tyler's later in the story. Unless I say that though, just assume it's Ashley's POV. ENJOY!

Uggggghhhhh

I rolled over in my my bed and looked at the time.

11:47 a.m.

I decided to stay in bed a little while longer, but then I eventually got up and made my coffee.

Since it was fall, I added pumpkin spice creamers, just because.

After poking around my apartment for another half hour, I decided to be a good adult (I'm 23), and bring my dirty clothes down to the laundry room. Since it was a Saturday and all my friends were busy, I had absolutely no plans.

I walked down the hall to the thankfully empty laundry room, and started to load in my clothes.

Only about 30 seconds into this, I heard, "Morning sunshine!"

I looked up to see Tyler Oakley, who lived in the apartment next to me, with his arms crossed over his chest, and a bag of clothes next to him.

"Hey Tyler. And I've been up since like 8 am by the way." I said.

"Ash, you have pajamas on." he replied, pretending to look annoyed.

"Whatever. How long have you been up then?" I said.

"I had a photoshoot thingie at 7, so like 5:30." He said pouting.

I wasn't 100% sure what it was Tyler did for a job, but I knew it involved youtube, and that he had a very busy lifestyle. He was always rushing off to different places.

Me and Tyler had becomes friends the day I moved in, 6 weeks ago, but we didn't know too much about each other's lives.

"Look at you. being a model!" I said laughing.

He tried to strike a pose, but bumped his elbow on the doorframe in the process.

This caused both of us to crack up for a full minute straight.

After we recovered, I said, "So, what's your plan for today, Mr. Busy-Busy?"

"Actually, I have a friend coming to visit." He said kind of awkwardly.

"A friend, or a "friend?"" I say winking.

He blushes.

"Tyler!! Who are you dating?!?" I say excitedly. I knew nothing about his love life, except for the fact that he was gay. He had made that very very clear the first time we talked.

"You probably don't know him." Tyler says.

"Well, at least tell me his name. I might know him. If I don't though, tell me about him!" I say.

After pausing, Tyler goes, "Troye Sivan...?"

"That sounds familiar but I forget what he does and shit." I reply honestly.

"Can mama rant for a minute?" Tyler asks.

"Of course." I say.

"Well then." he starts. "He's a youtuber, actor, singer, and sometimes a model. He has a couple million subs on youtube, and he's really funny and charming. He was in X-men origins, and was the lead in the "Spud" series, which is HUUUGGEE in South Africa. Like, bigger than Harry Potter, huge. His EP was number one in fifty-something countries, and he did a lot of singing performances when he was younger. He's also been nominated for a shit-ton of awards, and was on Times as well as Billboards most influential teens of 2014 list. Oh, did I mention he's 19? I know that seems young, but sometimes he acts more mature than me. His songs are really deep, and he's the most polite person I know. Not to mention, he is definitely, definitely, definitely the most beautiful person I've ever met. He's a few inches taller than me, which I adore, he has this soft, soft brown hair that he lets me play with whenever I want, and a great jawline. He has really smooth, big lips that I've never once seen chapped. I could go on and on about his eyes, but I'm gonna stop myself at the fact that they're the most gorgeous shade of blue on Earth, and they're fucking massive. Plus, he's from Australia and South Africa, which gives him the sexiest, raspiest, most perfect accent possible."

I just kind of stood there at first. God, could Tyler rant.

"He sounds incredible Tyler. Something tells me that you're making him up though, and really you're spending the entire day at home alone." I say laughing.

"Bitch, literally turn your mouth off." He says laughing now too. "Honestly though, he's real and I'm picking him up from the airport at like 4. Actually, do you want to come over for drinks later and meet him?"

"Sure thang." I reply with a mock-country accent.

"Cool! I have some work shit I need to do, but I'll text you sometime tonight." he says.

"Okay. I'll be home all day." I respond.

"Bye girl!" Tyler yells as I walk away with my empty laundry-basket.

"Toodles!" I shout over my shoulder, and walk into my apartment.

A/N If you have a cute idea for a cover, please share it! Eventually I'll find something good, but take this cute San Fran pic for now. Thanks for reading so far! One more thing, from now on, I'm gonna try to not do too many authors notes. Ok byebye! ❤️