Stasis: Prohibited Love (Troyler AU)

II; Daphne

[Troye]

"Troye get your butt down here right now mister, you cannot be late meeting Daphne's parents!" Called mum, emphasing the 'cannot'. 

I rolled my eyes, sighing as I did up my tie. Daphne told me I must look my best for Mr and Mrs Campbell, and that she prefered me to wear black because it would 'match her outfit'. 

I didn't care for the Campbell family at all. They were alright, I supposed, but there was just something missing. They weren't fun, they certainly weren't interesting and I never feel truly happy around them, and isn't that supposed to be what love is all about? 

I got partnered up with Daphne back in the summer of 2012, after I had just turned 17. I got referred to Oxytocin later than most people, who usually get partnered up between the ages of 11 and 15.

Steele, my brother, had been partnered up with Lacey when he was 13, and they became firm friends. A year before they got married, Lacey was caught cheating, and was taken away to Erebos, although it was later confirmed she'd been stabbed there, and had unfortunately passed away. Steele had been closed off ever since, never really talking. Lacey was his escape, in a way, after all, no one really ever paid attention to him. He was always forgotten, and later just..left. He acquired the power of disappearance, and sometimes he left for days on end, although no one usually noticed and if they did, they weren't bothered. 

He left for a month when Sage and I visited Oxytocin the first time, painstakingly heartbroken that he would never get another partner, not that he could ever love one like he did Lacey.

I had never discovered my gift, which annoyed my parents to no extent. It wasn't my fault, I reasoned, however they never listened. 

"Troye!" my mother screeched yet again. I gently smoothed out my tie, adjusting my quiff quickly before skipping down the stairs. I shoved my shoes on hastily, not wanting to anger my parents further, not noticing the intricate designer logo stitched onto the side. 

"I'm ready." I stated, opening the front door to reveal a cold breeze and the fresh smell of petrichor from where it had been raining. I was very grateful I didn't live on the other side of town, which was pollution palace, covered in waste. I was certain if I lived there I would not be opening the front door to such sights, and it definitely wouldn't smell too nice either. 

We piled into the car, dad turning on the radio way louder than it needed to be, but of course I didn't complain. I was just happy we weren't fighting and that I got a few hours escape from my aggrivating younger siblings. 

"So, Troye, are you excited to see Daphne again?"  mum asked, turning around in her seat to look at me, with bright, beady eyes. 

I shifted uncomfortably under her gaze, unable to think of a reasonable reply. I mean, I didn't really have an opinion, I wasn't overly repulsed by her but it had only been 2 weeks since I last saw her, I was hardly having withdrawls.

"Um, yeah sure" I answered simply, shoving an earbud into my ear in an attempt to block out my mum and the terrible music that dad had blasting out of the radio right now. Currently, it was playing "Hit Me Baby One More Time" 

Dad started belting out the chorus, swaying his head in time and drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. I rolled my eyes, turning my music up louder so I didn't have to hear his out of tune singing for the rest of the drive.

Finally, we pulled up to the restaurant, and I hopped out of the car eagerly, happy to get away from the horror that was dad's singing. 

I walked into the nicely decorated restaurant, taking in the scent of vanilla candles and freshly baked lasagna. 
"Troye! Troyeee! Over here babe!" Daphne shouted from across the room, waving at me enthusiastically. I nodded at her swiftly, ushering my parents over to the table at once.

After we had all greeted each other we sat down and began browsing through the menu. There was a big selection and after a few minutes, I had come to a rough conclusion of what I wanted to order. 

"Hi, I'm Brooklyn, can I get you anything to drink?" the waitress asked, smiling a little too much.

Twenty minutes later our food and beverages had arrived and the conversation was getting weaker.

"So, Troye, when are you going to marry Daphne?" 

I choked on my food, hurriedly gushing down my water.
"What?" I replied, turning crimson.

"Troye, don't be rude!" Mum whispered, nudging me harshly.

"Well, you are 19 now after all, we assumed you'd want to wed soon." Mrs Campbell explained sternly.

"Look, mum, if Troye doesn't want to marry me just yet that's fine! I mean after all, he's only-

She was cut off abruptly by her mother. "Daphne, of course this man wants to marry you! Who wouldn't? For all we know he's already got the ring!" She started clapping her hands in excitement.

I began to grow annoyed at Mrs Campbell answering everything for me when in actual fact, I'd never thought about proposing up until now.

All their heads turned to me, looking at me with beady eyes.
"Well?" Mrs Campbell asked, furrowing her eyebrows.

"Umm, I'm just going to use the restroom, be right back." I said hurriedly, escaping their life changing questions.

Once I got into the toilet, I leaned against the door with a sigh of relief.

"Bad day?" A voice asked.

I looked up, to see a man, probably twenty-ish, with lavender hair styled in a quiff. He was leaning against one of the sinks, his phone in his hand, yet his eyes on me, raking up and down my body. 

"Um, not really, just parents pestering me haha." I said awkwardly, walking forward, away from the door.

"So what's your name?" I asked quietly, looking down at the floor nervously.

"Tyler. Tyler Oakley."

He replied with a wink, making me blush even more than I already was. It was just something about him that made my stomach flip with nerves, even though I had only known him less than a minute.

"And your name is?" 

"T-Troye. With an e." I stuttered, fiddling with the edge of my shirt.

"That's a pretty name." he stated, adding no emotion to his voice whatsoever. 

"Thanks?" I said it more as a question rather than a statement of gratefulness, mentally slapping myself for sounding so unsure. He seemed so confident and I was here stuttering like a shy five year old.

"So what were your parents pestering you about?" He put his phone down beside him on the sink counter as he jumped up and sat on it, swinging his legs gleefully.

"Oh, nothing really, just my girlfriend. They're so embarrassing oh god." 

"Girlfriend, huh?" He smirked, dropping down off the counter smoothly. "What'd they do to embarrass you?"

"Well, in the car on the way here they wouldn't stop singing Britney Spears, 'Hit me baby one more time' which is quite possibly the worst song I've ever heard and then when I arrive here all they do is talk about me marrying Daphne, my girlfriend, when I haven't even thought about proposing and I just came here to get away from them tbh." I could feel myself rambling, and I wondered why I was telling all of this to a guy I had only just encountered. 

He nodded, before tilting his head to the side, a questioning expression on his face. 
"You don't like Britney Spears?" 

Shit, I hoped I hadn't offended him.

"Um, well, I mean, she's alright. I wouldn't say she's my favourite singer ever but she's okay." he smiled, before continuing to ask me questions.

"So whos is your favourite singer then?" he inquired, picking up his phone and scrolling down what looked to be tumblr.

"I don't really have a favourite." I mumbled, raking a hand through my hair.

He giggled, before turning toward the door.

"Well, bye Troye with an e!" 

"Bye, Tyler. Tyler Oakley."

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WELL SHILES THATS THE FIRST PROPER CHAPTER DONE. IM SNERVOUS, BUT HOPEFULLY THIS ISNT TOO SHIT. 

I APOLOGISE FOR THE LENGTH, ITS PRETTY SHORT BUT ITLL GRADUALLY GET LONGER. ANYWAY, HYELLOH, I'M NIAMH AND YEAH

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