Valentine (troyler AU)

Chapter Three

 

Tyler’s pov:

 

I huffed and looked up at the sky impatiently, waiting for Troye. I promised to drive him home but I was starting to regret it as I’d already been waiting for him for ten minutes. I stuck it out though. Partly because I would never ditch my best friend, and partly because I hadn’t seen him all day. I leaned against the side of my car, immersing myself into my phone. Being completely distracted, I didn’t hear it Troye walked up to me.

I gasped and dropped my phone as a person, presumably Troye, catapulted themselves onto my back and wrapped their arms around my neck like a monkey.

“Troye!” I shrieked, since no other person would dare to jump on me. (And if some random person did jump onto my back, I would immediately drop the legs that I was currently holding on either side of my waist.)

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” Troye said. I was confused until I remembered my phone lying on the ground, probably shattered.

“It better not be broken…” I warned.

“I’ll check it,” Troye said, leaping off my back. He bent down and looked at the screen, tilting it away from me. His eyes widened comically as he stared at the phone. I would have laughed if it wasn’t my phone that he was using those eyes on.

“Troye.” I said cautiously. He visibly gulped. I rolled my eyes. Troye sprung up and raced away from me, my phone in hand. Troye wasn’t one to run, he was barely one to walk, so this was very surprising. He always found some way to get out of running in gym, be it absence or a stomachache, so I immediately chased after him. Because of the fact that Troye never ran, he was very easy to gain on.

When I caught up to him I could see the huge smile on Troye’s face, and hear the giggling that he was emitting. But even more that that I could hear the heavy panting, sounding like it was coming from a marathon runner. I laughed and Troye stopped running, handing my phone back, unscathed.

He was still panting like he’d ran a mile, so it wasn’t surprising when he immediately complained.

“You’re gonna have to carry me back to the car Ty,” Troye said jokingly. Or at least, he tried to. It sounded choppy because of the fact that it came in between pants.

“Yeah right you dick.” I said. We headed back to the car, Troye dragging his feet. By the time we were settled Troye’s breathing had calmed down a bit. He went for the radio straight away, like he always did.

“You know,” I started. “If you were any other person I would kill you for touching my radio.”

“I have better taste.” Troye said, continuing to change the stations.

“You always say that.”

“You would’ve stopped me before now if I was wrong.” It was true.

Troye had a great taste in music. He was also a great singer, though he would never admit it. He used to sing a lot more when we were younger. He was always singing along to the radio or humming as he cleaned. One time I confronted him, telling him that he was a really good singer. Troye had rolled his eyes, and since then there had been a lot less singing. Even the occasional humming was rare.

I perked up immediately when Troye started singing along to the radio, albeit quietly. On rare days like today he would grace me with his voice. I drove under the limit, trying to make the car ride last for as long as possible. We eventually got to his house anyway, and I pulled into his driveway. We both got out of the car and walked up to his house.