Deja Vu // A Troyler Fanfiction

Chapter 1

Tyler's POV

(To present day)

I jolted awake. What the hell? Was he in my dream again? I qiped my hand across my forehead, gasping when I felt sweat beads dripping down my nose. Was the dream that intense? I've been having this one dream of this specific boy, but I can never remember his name. It's happened over 10 times now as well. There was an exception though. I remember what his image was. He was slim and tall, but his features were impressive. His eyes were as blue as the ocean and his smile shone like the sun. His hair was chocolate brown and was always perfectly styled into a quiff. And last, his lips. Oh god his lips. For some reason, I always had this irrestible urge to kiss them, but my body never allowed it.

Although I could wander in these thoughts for hours, I had to get up and ready for the big game.

"Mom! I lost my pants!" I yelled, straining the s at the end of pants. I sighed, doubting she heard me. I would have to get out of bed and walk to the washer. I cringed at the thought of leaving my warm bed. Ugh... why is life so hard? Instead, I reached under my bed and grabbed the cold metal object, shunning from its touch. Opening tumblr was a daily routine for me, I just scroll and scroll until I'm out of luck.

"Did you try the washer, honey?!" I jumped at her response, not expecting one.

Honestly woman what kinda question is that? Of course I haven't and she knows it.

"Mom you know I didn't so what is the point of you asking?" I snapped too harshly.

"Tyler Oakley don't you sass me." I giggled at her remark and slowly pulled back the covers, and checked the clock slightly remembering my plans for today. I had the football game, which was the biggest of the season, and the Adam Lambert concert tonight which whom I might add is literally one of the best singers in history. Like seriously how in the heck to did he not win American Idol. He was totally better than anyone else on that show. Anyways, back on track. My clock apparently had shut down in the middle of the night, leaving me clueless on what time it was.

"Hey Jackie!" I hollered.

"Yes?"

"What time is it?" I gasped.

"Time to go Ty, it's 11:00." She stated. My heart clenched.

Crap, its already 11:00, the freakin game starts in 15 minutes. I launched myself from bed, hitting my knee in the process. i whimpered in pain but had to keep moving cause obviously I can't miss the game. Especially not this one. I scrambled to find my still lost pants. God damn it where are they? My alarm clock buzzed 11:10.

I sprinted out the door. When I reached my car I sat there in thought. I felt goosebumps coming from my legs and realized I was still pantless. I slapped my forehead and looked for the keys to get back inside the house. Luckily before I had to get out Jackie was standing at my car window holding up my pants. I sighed in relief and rolled down my window.

"Thanks you very much!" I put more emphases on the m just to annoy her. I recieved a hand on hip eye roll.

"Honestly Ty what would you do without me?" I thought i'd annoy her even more by a lovely sarcastic responce, like usual but decided against it.

"Nothing mother, I'd be some homeless hobo on the streets leading down into hell." Yes, that was my none sarcastic responce..trust me, it could've been worse. Way worse, but I restrained myself.

"Someday Ty those sarcastic comments are going to come back and bite you in the butt." I cackled at her sass and with that I drove away simply waving my hand out of the window without turning back, just for some dramatic affect. My mind was racing with millions of clouded thoughts. I kept getting dreams of this one boy, but I don't remember his name. AT ALL. I even looked through my entire camera roll, which is more than 5,000 photos just to find nothing that looked similiar to the boy. After a minute of searching, I closed my camera roll and dialed Jacob's number. He was the second best quarterback on the entire team, I was number one, but trust me, he was one of the most gayest people I know. For the 4 years I've lived in Nevada, Jacob has been my best friend, and has stuck through with me the entire time. After about 5 rings, he picked up.

"Jacob at your service, how may I help thy?" I giggled.

"Why hello fine sir this is Tyler. You're prince is calling."

"You mean my queen? Goodness, getting your own position wrong! Something is going on." He laughed, but somehow sounded serious along with it.

"Just a wierd dream last night, that's all." I mumbled. It was a wierd dream huh.

"Oh a wierd dream ty? Was it kinky?" I could just sense he was smirking through the phone.

"Oh my god Jake shut up!" I laughed and slapped my forhead. I turned into his drive way just to see him peering at me through the window at the door. "I see you creep." I cackled.

"Says the one still on the phone when you're right there?" He serenaded. At that point I ended the call. I wonder if we can just skip the game..

THIS IS JUST A FILLER SO SORRY ITS SHORT :) - lauren