To whom this concerns

Hello my name is...

Hey, it's Troye.

I guess I should start by talking about what happened. I was told i fell down stairs, your average clumsy accident. The only thing that was different about my accident is I lost all my memories, everything from the 6th grade to now.

The doctors are making me write a journal. They say it will help me "remember." Even I know that's bullshit. The journal is blue and its pretty much your standard journal.

My parents have phoned many times and say that their on their way to meet me in LA. I was told by a girl that I was here to meet my fans. I only nodded but a thousand questions spun in my head. Why do I have fans? What do I do?

I had opened my phone for the first time in 3 days. My notifications were flooded with Twitter messages and texts. Most of them just asked if I was okay. One girl in particular caught my eye. Her Twitter name was Troyler. I had tweeted her back asking what troyler was and people exploded.

"Is this a joke???" One girl said.

"Maybe he lost his memory!!!" Said another

While I was scrolling through my phone I heard the door open. A man with icy blue hair walked in. "Troye?" He whispered.

His hair was the perfect shade of blue and I decided that was my favorite color now. His eyes sparkled like a character in a disney movie. The corners of his mouth turned up.

My face flushed, he realized I was checking him out. "Hello..." I asked.

He smiled. "You okay? Babe."

My brain exploded. He said babe, as if we were dating. Maybe we were... "Babe?" I questioned.

He seemed to be taken aback. "I call everyone that! Troye are you okay?"

I shook my head, I wasn't. "I don't know who you are. I don't know who I am." I admitted

He face lost its happiness. It was like watching a kid get his candy taken away. He nodded. "I'm tyler but you call me Tilly."

Tilly. It suited him, I seemed to remember his smile. "Okay. Who am I, what are we."

His eyes seemed to be sad but his facial features tried to hide his eyes. "We're best friends.."

I swear I heard him mutter "I wish we were more." But that might of been my imagination. "Who am I?" I repeated.

He smiled. I couldn't help but smile back. "Your famous Troye boy! You are a musician! A youtuber! Your loved by so many people!"

His words seemed to good to be true.

"No way. I'm not that, that isn't me." I spat out.

The blue haired boy smiled. "Girl, let me tell you, that is you, babe."

The word babe made my heart skip a beat. Tyler whipped out his phone, I saw the YouTube app being pulled up. I took this time to admire him. His hair was truly beautiful. His hair was perfectly styled.

"Are you gay?" I asked. He let out a giggle that sounded more like a cackle then a laugh. "Why yes, I am, what gave it away?" I shrugged.

His facial features seemed to change every second. At first he was concentrated and then confused and then annoyed. "No service." He explained. I nodded.

He looked up and out eyes met. His eyes seemed to sparkle. I smiled a bit and looked down at my lap. I'm so stupid and shy.

So in conclusion I'm madly in love with blue haired boy and he's my best friend and I can't remember anything, lovely I'm set.

Till next time... I guess.

See ya later
Troye xx