25 Days of Troyler

December 22nd

Troye POV

"Gift time!" Jackie squealed as she came hopping into the kitchen practically bursting with excitement. My mother joined in with her holiday cheer and seconds later they both scurried out of the room laughing as they disappeared into the living room.

I groaned, refusing to move from the counter where I had been enjoying a nice jar of nutella and some sugar cookies. Tyler just rolled his eyes at me and extended his hand to me. I debated taking it and giving in to the inevitable but maybe he would bribe me with some kisses if I held out a little longer.

I crossed my arms and pouted, trying desperately to keep a straight face as my father walked by an winked at me, clearly catching onto my act. The rest of my family made their way out of the kitchen and now only Tyler and I remained. Tyler was still standing in the same position holding his hand out to me but I refused to acknowledge him.

"Troye." He said sternly, making a gesture with his hand because apparently be thought I didn't already notice it.

"No." I said just as sternly, mimicking his intimidating act.

"Troye Sivan Mellet get down right now." He said again, clearly losing patience in my act. I loved messing with him.

"What are you gonna do, tell my mom on me?" I teased, challenging him and pushing the limits to how far I could go before he snapped.

"Well she is in the next room and I don't think she’d be too happy to hear that her son is being a brat." He said nonchalantly as his gaze wandered from my eyes to the open door leading to the living room.

"I'm still not moving." I said as I stuffed another cookie into my mouth. He gave me a death stare to which I returned his expression with a stare of my own. After spending about 2 minutes in silence just staring at each other with our most intimidating glares we could manage without bursting out laughing he finally spoke up.

"Fine. See if I care. I guess you just won’t get any presents." Tyler said as he slowly turned and began walking away. I sat firm, ignoring every urge to run to him and wrap my arms around him, knowing he wouldn’t leave without me.

He reached the door and turned back to look at me, clear confliction written on all his features. His legs moved forward slowly like he was debating actually stepping out of the room and his pleading eyes begged for me to follow him but I just stayed in the exact same position. The only thing that changed about my stance was that a small smirk had come across my face, knowing that I was going to win our battle.

He looked back at me and then glanced out the door and then back at me. In the end he let out a defeated sigh and turned back around to walk to me. I couldn’t help but laugh at how cute he looked with his face all red and his shoulders slumped as he stared at the ground.

"I win." I said cockily as I rested my chin on my hands.

"Shut up." He said in a shy tone, looking up at me trying to keep a pout on his face but getting lost in the moment as I gently reached out and brushed my fingers across his lips.

"Kiss me." I said as I pulled him close so he was leaning against the counter and just as our lips were about to touch I felt his arms snake around my waist. I savored the familiar feel of his arms wrapped around me and just as our lips made slight contact he began to tickle me. I immediately broke away from the beginning kiss and tried to free myself from his grasp but he just pulled my closer until I was almost falling off of the side of the counter.

I couldn’t feel my stomach as my laughter filled the room even thought I was in immense pain from the amount of exertion the heavy breaths and lack of air traveling to my lungs were causing me.