The End (Troyler Short)

Chapter 3

TYLER'S POINT OF VIEW

3 DAYS LATER

"Caspar, you fucking idiot! How could you lose them!" I wake up to Troye yelling. There is absolutely no secret to when he is pissed. I think it would be best if I left him on this one. I hear groans and pouts from the kitchen but I don't say a word. Instead I lie in bed, thinking of the worst case scenarios of what he could have lost. Caspar Lee... Hell, the boy could never ever remember where hes keys are, let alone whatever he lost that belongs to Troye.

I finally bring myself to slug out of bed, and throw my jeans on and a plaid button down t-shirt. I open the door and approach the bathroom where I slam the door, widen my eyes at how scary I look, fix my quiff, do some other things.. and that is pretty much it.

I walk in to the kitchen and am greeted by Troye giving me a half and obviously fake smile. Boy, Caspar must have really screwed up this time. He wipes his forehead. "I need you to call me back later, Caspar. Bye.."

Troye slams the iPhone 12 on the kitchen table. My eyes widen and he gives me a look. THE LOOK.. (of madness that is.) He storms out of the kitchen and runs outside.

TROYE'S POINT OF VIEW

I feel the heat rising in my cheeks and my throat burns as I choke back tears. I run out in to the pouring summer rain and bury my face in my hands and start sobbing. How could Caspar have been so stupid to lose the rings?

I wipe my tears from my soaked cheeks and pray that they were not gone forever. With that, I hop in the car, and drive to the scene of the ring losing crime.

I don't bother knocking, they should expect me here. I turn the knob to the house and walk to the living room. The awkward intensifies as I walk right in to their make out session. They sit across from each other on a white leather couch, their lips pressed together. How long have they been dating... Let alone, how long have they been gay... I avoid the breath taking questions and clear my throat.

Their eyes dart to me as they un-cup each others faces and in a very fast motion, move as far away from each other as possible. "Troye, um.. what are you doing here?"

I cover my mouth with one hand and try to contain the questions about the make out session. They gaze at each other in fear. I walk forward and snap my fingers in between their faces. Joe scowls at me. "You could've told us you were coming."

"Sorry, I was too busy stressing over the rings!" I say, nastily. I glare in to Caspar's eyes, I sense his fear growing. "Well, sorry Troye! It's not like I purposely took them from you!"

"God, Caspar, just help me find the freaking rings!" I yell, running in to Caspar's room and searching every drawer. They follow me and start to look in the drawers also. "You know Troye, you best not tell anyone about us."

"Joe, I'm not going to." I say, with a half smile. It's hard to smile from the rings, we better find them.

We check every drawer in Caspar's room AND Joe's room. Nothing. I drop my head into my palms. I shed a couple tears. "It's okay, Troye."

"No it's not! What if we never find them? I can't live with-..out Tyl-..er!" I yell, stuttering over my sobbing. They wrap their long arms around me as I continue sobbing.

25 MINUTES LATER

Joe opens the kitchen cabinet. "Hmm, hmm, hmm..."

He pulls out a jar of what seemed to be flour. He takes the cap off. "Wrong one, sorry mate!"

He pushes the cap back on and slides it to the back of the cabinet. He soon pulls out a white jar, filled with sugar. He twists the cap off. My eyes light up at the sight of the two rings in a big plastic bag.

I pull the rings to my chest and let out a sigh of relief. The boys pull me in to a huge group hug, making me cuffing the rings to my chest with one hand. I wipe my tears. "Thank you, seriously."

Joe and Caspar nod, making a huge grin come over my face.

TYLER'S POINT OF VIEW

Where the fucking hell is Troye? He stormed out like it was nobody's business.

I walk to my apple computer and get the plane tickets for Troye and I to vidcon. Obviously I get the window seat. It's Troyes fault that he let me get the tickets. God, he's so dumb, but so cute.

1 HOUR LATER

Troye storms in to the house, clearly happier than before. He runs up to me and jumps on the couch beside me. "Hi!"

"Hi Troye!" I yell, overjoyed that he is happy again. He is my everything, that boy. "Where were you?"

"Uhh, I went to Caspar's." He whispered, twiddling his thumbs, avoiding eye contact. I nod, making my 'trademark' face. Curled in lips. I turn to him and force my arms tightly around him tightly and nuzzle my head in to his shoulder. He does the same and we rock back and forth then I reach for his stomach. I tickle his tummy and he falls on his back.

"I got our plane tickets, we have to leave tomorrow morning." I explain, giving him a few seconds to breathe before I tickle him again. He shoves me away and nuzzles into the cushion, trying to protect himself.

"I love you." We say in perfect unison, before the laughing continues.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

HI HELLO, THIS WILL OFFICALLY BE A SHORT STORY, FIE CHAPTERS. OKAY OKAY. RIGHT GOOD.

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