TROYE
Shit. Shitshitshitshitshit.
"Ahh... Umm... I'll go..."
I maneuver myself through the tables and to the door.
"Wait, Tro--" Connor calls out to me, but I close the door and walk away as fast as I can.
CONNOR
Huh. That was weird.
Speaking of weird, Tyler had an odd expression on his face as he slipped into Troye's seat. I slid his drink over to him.
"So how've you been, man?" I say
Tyler sips his coffee. "Pretty good, kind of stressed out though. Thankfully there are nice enough rest stops."
I smirk. "Did you meet any cute boys?"
The question seems to startle him. "No," he says curtly. Then, finally, the Tyler Oakley I know and love resurfaces. "Did you?"
I sigh and hesitate. "I just did, right now," I say. That boy, Troye, he was a cutie.
There it is again. Tyler tenses.
"Did you meet him before?" I ask, downing the last of my latte.
"Nah," he says, stirring the straw around his drink.
"Really?" I sit forward. "Cause you seemed extra nervous when you walked in and saw him. I'm your best friend, Tyler. I know you."
He still doesn't answer.
"What? Was he a one-night stand? An ex? Jesus Christ, Tyler, is it that hard to just tell me?"
"You know what Connor? You need to stay out of my business, sex life, and love life. Just give me space."
"Space? Why the hell do you need space? Listen, Tyler. We had this whole roommate thing worked out. Then you abandon me without a word, and since I can't pay the fucking bills on my own, I'm forced to take up crappy jobs that I can't even fucking keep. So," I say, standing and walking to the door, "that you need to get your fucking act together before you start lecturing me."
And I don't look back.
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Rescue | Tronnor
FanfictionTroye Sivan Mellet was a successful online singing sensation. He had millions of subscribers, adoring fans, and a seemingly perfect life. But he had a secret. When he told his family about his sexuality, they kicked him out of the house. Afterwards...
