Lights, camera, troyler // not continuing

Chapter 5

[Tylers POV]

Timeskip to when he flies back to LA

"Tyler, you ready to go?" Zoe questions loudly from the other room.

"Yup" I state. I feel kind of out-of-it today, I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing.

We -Zoe, Alfie and I - are headed to the airport as a group. When we arrive, we get through security quite easily and were now stationed at our gate. I restlessly sit down in a chair and take out my phone. Never, have I gone on a trip and been excited to get back to my messy apartment. But this, this is different. Zoe is setting me up with the man of my dreams... Shit...shit shit shit. What if he sees my scars and thinks I'm a discusting person? What if he doesn't think I'm attractive enough? What if I'm not good enough for him? All these questions are clouding my mind making my original intentions unclear.

After my metal breakdown, I realized Zoe and Alfie are shouting my name and Zoe is worriedly shaking her hand in front of my face to grasp my attention. I then realize the last few people are boarding the plane and we're the last ones sitting at the gate. I jump up from my seat and head over to board the plane quickly. Realizing how confused and worried Zoe looked, I decided to speak up.

"I'll explain later, c'mon we have to get on the plane" I stated quickly, hoping they'd go along with it. They did.

We got on the plane and Alfie decided to sleep the whole time, which is fine I guess. I need to talk to Zoe anyways. After about 20 minutes of the plane ride, Alfie had fallen into slumber whilst me and Zoe conversed.

"So, what's your plan?" I asked, curiously. I wonder if she even has one.

"Casual. When we get there, I'll text him to pick us up at the airport. If things get awkward, I'll spark up conversation... Simple" she explained. Except him picking us up made me anxious.

"But-" I started but was cut off by Zoe.

"But what? Would you like a more forward introduction? 'Hey this is Tyler he's in love with you, fall in love with him' " she spoke while chuckling at her own joke.

"NO!" I realise I just yelled on the plane which turned a lot of heads and annoyed eyes.

"No, first of all, I'm. Not. In . Love. With. Him." I spoke each word as if it were its own sentence, hopefully getting my point across. She just rolled her eyes and smirked when she thought I wasn't looking. "Second, casual is fine. You didn't let me finish. I just feel a little anxious about meeting him." I said with a weak smile.

"You'll be fine, get some rest, I'll text Troye." She said reassuringly. I fluttered my eyes shut, clearly knowing I won't get any sleep, but I should at least relax.

[Troye's POV]

I woke to the sound of my phone alarming me that I got a text. I groaned and unwillingly grabbed my phone. I squinted at my screen, convinced that squinting could reduce the burning sensation in my eyes from looking a light of a thousand suns. I blindly turn the brightness down and shut one eye. There, that's better. I see a message from Zoe, one of my few best friends.

'Hey Troyeboy, can you pick me, Alfie and a friend up at the airport in a few hours? -Zoe xx'

I type as quick as my tired hands let me and reply 'yeah sure, who's the friend? See you in a bit xx'

'You'll see who it is in a bit ;) see you soon' I scoffed at this. Why won't she just tell me who this mystery friend is? It's not like it's Beyoncé or something. I pull out my laptop to spend some quality time on social media. I end up on Tyler Oakleys blog for almost an hour. I call it quits when it's 4:00 and I have to pick Zoe up at the airport in an hour. Whatever, I should probably get ready for the day considering I'm going out in public. I take a quick shower and dry off. I brush my teeth, and gel my hair to perfection. I grab the keys to Ricky's car and and walk outside. I just realized, I haven't seen Zoe in like half a year. This makes me excited! I get in the car, put the key in and twist until the engine roars to life. I pull out of the driveway and start towards the airport. I get to the gate I'm supposed to pick them up at, and I wait. I decide to go on Twitter and tweet