The End (Troyler Short)

Chapter 2

TYLER'S POINT OF VIEW

"Woof! Woof!" I distinctively hear, coming from the door.  I sit up and elbow Troye, making him roll over and sit up next to me. He rubs his eyes. "Wh-what?"

I raise a single finger and look up to the ceiling. His eyes widen. "Holy shit, a dog?"

We hop out of bed, in matching pyjama pants and run to the door like excited kids on Christmas. I turn the knob excitedly and when the door pops open, I share stares with a bloodhound. He runs in and rubs his floppy ears on my legs and walks between the tight space between Troye and I's legs. Troye swoons and I hold hands with myself and tilt them to the side. I shut the door.

 "No collar." Troye whispers as he examines the dog. He stands back up from kneeling beside the bloodhound and we squeal, exchanging hugs and toothy grins. The dogs paws rub on our arms as we both tilt our heads to stare down at it. "Can we keep it?"

Troye shakes his head giving a look of disapproval. My shoulders slump over. "Why not?"

"Tyler... What if it has an owner?" I shrug. "I doubt it, you said there was no collar. Come on Troye, we can keep him for now."

He huffs, then nods. I pick up his thin body and twirl him around.

30 MINUTES LATER

"Female." I say, letting the dog down. Troye and I stroke our fake beards. "What about a name?"

"Hmm..." I whisper, getting up from the couch and joining Troye on the floor to pet the dog.

"Winnie? Ginger?" Troye throws out. I shake my head, giving a gross look. "Maybe.. Taffy?"

He nods uncontrollably. "I like that, Ty."

I curl up the corners of my lips, giving him a cute smirk. Troye kisses Taffy's head, then strokes her ear. "I love you, Taffy."

THE NEXT DAY AT NOON

I scroll through my twitter feed. Favouriting fan accounts, re-tweeting lady gaga. I hear footsteps from the bedroom. Not surprised, Troye walks in with Taffy coming in about 7 seconds after. Perfect quiff, floral t-shirt, tan pants. I fall in to a gaze with him for about 20 seconds. It felt like an eternity. When I fall out of the gaze I realize Troye is already sitting across from me at the table. "Morning!"

I mentally slap myself. I must have been weirding him out. Shit. "Oh, morning boo!"

He grins at me as Taffy crawls on to my lap. Taffy is a pretty small dog. Bloodhound, greeny-yellow eyes, the cutest little drooping ears. "Hey, Tyler, I am going to go for a drive."

I nod, making my trademark selfie face, lips curled in. And with that, he leaves the house.

TROYE'S POINT OF VIEW

 I run outside, flailing to throw my jacket on. I run out to the car, the wind ruining my quiff game. I sigh as I slam the car door shut. I open the opening under the seat. Good, they're still there.

I still should find a better place for them, if Tyler sees them... I'll be crushed. It would ruin the surprise.

I pull out of the driveway and drive to Joe and Caspar's place. I can't believe they still live together. I ring the doorbell and am greeted by Caspar. "Hey, Troye! What's up?"

I wave and pull the bag of rings out of my pocket. He raises his eyebrows as Joe walks toward the door also. They invite me in and we walk to the living room. I sigh. "Look, guys. I'm proposing to Tyler."