The thing about Troye

9

Despite the recent events, after a shower, I've managed to regain some pep. I step out of the bathroom, ready to go.
"So," I say, popping my head out of the bathroom to look at my roommate. He jumps, startled, and I giggle. "Whisk me away? I'm ready." I grin. He rolls his eyes and his cheeks are pink.
"That sounds awful Ty, oh my god."
I come fully out of the bathroom, swatting his shoulder with the back of my hand.
"Shush, Troye with an e. Tell me where you're taking me." I giggle again and he smiles at me, standing from the bed he was seated on.
"Well, I was thinking we could go catch a movie or something..." He says with a sly sideways grin towards me. "There's a cinema a few miles out if you're up for it." I raise an eyebrow. I am more than up for it- my heart is beating. I smile at him.

"Sounds pretty gay," I tease. He looks down and grins, looking up again.
"Guilty as charged. Call it a date. Or just a guy trying to get to know his roommate. Whichever you'd prefer." He chuckles, swinging his keys around his finger and pushing at the door, beckoning for me to follow. He nudges the hood up over his hair.
My heart and brain are both screaming. He's gay. He called it a date. I almost squeak out loud. I rise and follow him out the door.

"Date it is then."
He stops walking for a second and turns to me smirking and leaning against the wall.
"Great. I thought I was totally going to be rejected right there."
I grin.
"No way in hell."
He slips an arm around my waist and ushers me forward as we start to walk again.
"Nice," he whispers, probably to himself. What a dork. We walk though the hallways and out the doors of the main floor, into the sun. He keeps his head down as we move to the parking lot.
We near a nice car, and I can tell that his parents are rich as well. He opens the door for me and I nod appreciatively, sliding into the leather seat.
"So, I wanna get to know you better," he states once he's in the car. I buckle my seatbelt and shift to look at him.
"Wanna play a question game until we get there?" I ask.
He starts the car and puts one hand on the wheel. The other finds my hand and they rest on the middle console. A snap of electricity occurs when we touch and in all honesty, my hand is a little numb feeling but I don't dare move it. My heart flutters and his blue eyes twinkle.

"So, what part of Australia are you from?" I ask, stretching my legs and crossing my ankles. I lean against the seat and he keeps his eyes turned forward, concentrated on driving out of the high school campus. His hand plays with mine and I'm melting.
"Well, I'm originally from South Africa." He smiles a little, fondly. "But I only lived there a short time before moving with my cl-" he clears his throat. "family, to Perth, in Australia."

"Australians are so cute, like honestly, I love it." I grin, using my free hand to flick my hair out of my eyes. I catch a glimpse of myself in the side mirrors. I can still see bags. Troye smiles, not with teeth like always, and swipes a hand through his hair. A light blush spreading across his cheeks and nose.

"Michigan must be pretty different to you, huh?" I comment.

"Yeah, but there are cute boys here." He argues back with a smirk, winking at me. He grasps my hand harder and the tingles make themselves apparent again. Now it's my turn to blush.

"Whatever Troye-boy," I say, looking the opposite way, out the window.
"Troye-boy?"
I giggle and he pushes me lightly with our intertwined hands. The shock is intense and we both squeal a little. The car swerves on the road and I pull my hand away from him. On the secluded country road, he pulls over.
Once the car is on the side of the road safely, in a second, the boy is unbuckled and hovering over me, face filled with concern.

"You okay? Sorry 'bout that. Felt like I fucking burnt you somehow." He laughs nervously through his nose and shakes out his hand, before covering it with his sleeve. "Let me see."
I extend my hand to him, but there was no damage. Just some freak static electricity problem I guess.

"It's fine." I reluctantly push him away by the shoulder before looking at my hand quizzically.
"I wonder what happened? This happened the first time we met too, remember?" I ponder, looking at him with confusion apparent on my facial features. He mirrors my confusion.
Wordlessly, Troue begins studying his hands, almost exactly like I was moments before. I reach my hand out slowly toward him, so as not to startle him out of his thoughts, and place it on his shoulder. He raises his eyebrows I concentrate on my hand, moving it gingerly down his clothed arm.

"Ty..."

"Shh, hold on."

I use my other hand to hitch up his sleeve a little, and I let my skin glide over the skin of his long pale fingers. The sparks happen and he holds his breath. I keep my hand there and the pain subsides. We both look at each other curiously.

"You're feeling this too, right?" I ask, almost shyly. He nods.

"Yeah...I'm not sure quite why though...It kinda hurts if the contact happens too fast." He explains, not making any move to pull our hands apart. I link them together. Sparks.

"Weird." I muse. He smiles and shrugs. He leans closer to me, leaning over the console so that we're almost touching. He rests one arms over my shoulder and one on my thigh, like before, but different now. I'm pretty sure my breathing is quickening now and we both know it. The radio blares behind us in the tiny space.

"So..." His thumb rubs circles on my thigh and the arm around my neck pulls me just close enough so that his lips were close to my hear. I could feel his breath.
"Do you think if I touched you in other places it would be less painful?"