Wolfsbane: Troyler AU

In Troye's Moment (3 of 4) (20)

Brief A/N: Sorry this took forever, friends. Got lots of studying to do for a big exam coming up in two weeks, so I will try my hardest to write the Tyler's part in between studying 700+ pages of material. Um... this one is dedicated to the @xinfinite_thoughtsx for being one of the people who reminded me that people kind of want to read this story. Lol, much appreciated, and your comments last chapter: EPIC. Ok, thankssss, bye! See you all soon, especially on Tumblr, because I live there, but also on wattpad when I post again, and I'm rambling so Imma shut up so you can read! Thanks again! Love you all :P

P.S. I realized during editing that I listen to TRXYE waaayyyy too much. The lyrics are bleeding into my story!! Cookies if you notice where I do it ;-).

P.P.S. Um, semi-sorta-smutt warning?! Idk, maybe, idk idk ok bye.

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The first time I went to the fair and rode what was to quickly become my favorite ride, I was eleven years old. I remember standing in line for the gigantic, spinning, spaceship-like vessel, a half-eaten cone of cotton candy in my hand, my mouth slightly agape and bits of the sticky treat dotted on my lips and chin. I stood there, alone in a crowd of strangers, watching it in awe as the open-topped cylindrical ride tilted and whirled around its axis, rising and falling in the air, sometimes even shifting left and right. The wind it created unspooled across my face, rippled the hair on my head. 

I had come to the fair with one of my good friends, Chad, and both of us were dropped at the entrance gate by my mom in the family minivan. Before she left, she admonished us, the frown on her face voided by the twinkle in her eyes, "You boys stay together, don't eat a lot of junk, and try not to vomit when you decide to ignore me and eat all the junk you can cram down your bellies."

The two of us giggled and nodded. Chad, a skinny boy with huge green eyes, brushed his shaggy pale blonde hair from his eyes with a hand, grinned at my mother, and said, "We'll stick together like leaches to skin!" 

My mother was used to Chad by then; we had been pals since kindergarten, so she didn't bat an eye at his slightly weird comment. She simply said, "Okay, cool."

And then, we slammed the door shut, and she drove off.

And then we took off through the gate.

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I can never recall how Chad and I became separated that day, how I ended up in the line for the Gravitron, and Chad ended up, as he later told me, on the Ferris wheel. I suppose, as young boys do, we both skipped away, in search of sweets and adventure and games, and lost track of each other in our pursuit of fun. I don't remember being afraid when I realized Chad was no longer at my side, either. Maybe yet another thing young boys can claim that I, as an adult, can no longer hold tight to: fearlessness.  

I stood alone in the line for the Gravitron. There were other people in the queueing with me as well, but this ride, the spinning, the abrupt rocking back and forth, the whizzing buzz sound it made as it twirled and twirled, seemed to drown out everyone else around me, dampened their boisterous exclamations, the laughter, the bing-pop-zing of the games being played in the vicinity. I was mesmerized by the ride, and I wasn't quite sure why, but I knew I needed to be on it. I knew that this ride would be the most epic ride I'd ever been on in my eleven years of life. I knew this ride would change me. 

The Gravitron slowed, slowed, and the sounds of everything else around me came drifting back until full sound had returned just as the ride came to a complete stop. I shook my head softly, rubbed my ear distractedly, and moved forward as the line began to advance.