Lightning - Troyler AU

Chapter 3: Boys

Troyes POV

I unzipped my bag and started putting my stuff away. After finding out Caspar would also be sharing a room with us, I claimed one of the closets for us to share. I walked into the bathroom, thankful we spent enough money on this damn school for us each to have personal ones, and sat on the floor to open the cupboard under the sink. I pushed everything to the sides to make room for my stuff. While loudly shuffling everything around, a box fell out of the cupboard. I picked it up, meaning to put it back in place, when a word on it stood out to me. XL Pre-Lubed condoms. What the fuck. The only other person who's put stuff in here was Tyler. Tyler? I never would have though of him as the slut type- but hey, I don't judge. Someone with that face could bring any girl he wanted into this room.

But that's the only problem. Any girl he wanted. Tyler hadn't really come out yet that I know of. He could be gay, but I made a vow to myself never to assume someones sexuality based on their looks or personality.

The thought of Tyler bringing home anybody makes me sick. I don't know anything about him, I've barely even talked to the guy. He could be dating someone perfect for him for all I know, but he could also bring a new girl or guy home every night.

"Troye!" I heard a familiar South African accent scream my name.

"Hey Casp. How was summer?" I asked looking up to see him.

"Troye Sivan! What are you holding?" He questioned grinning. "Congrats man!"

"Oh, my summer was good too. Thanks for asking." I sarcastically remarked. "These aren't mine." I shook the package in front of his face.

"Oh right! Sorry, I should have known! The package says extra large, definitely not yours." I rolled my eyes when he laughed at himself. Leave it to Caspar to be rolling around on the floor in pits of laughter because of something he said. "So who's are they?"

"Our roommate Tyler's I think." I shrugged. If they aren't his, than I just spent 10 minutes sitting on the bathroom floor contemplating this for nothing.

Caspar raised an eyebrow. "Tyler gets laid more than you?" He busted out laughing. "Have you seen the kid? He's such a dork." Oh, I forgot to mention, Caspar can be really obnoxious and insensitive.

"Well I disagree." I squinted at him with a challenging look. "He's cute, okay?"

His face was painted with a look of disbelief. "Are you serious?" I nodded. "You're blind."

"I don't think so." I shrugged. "Just go unpack your things, I'm done with this conversation." Caspar waddled away awkwardly, arms limply swaying at his sides.

He's always had bad taste in people, so this shouldn't come as a surprise, but it does for some reason. Something about Tyler gives me this feeling of defensiveness, that he should be protected at all costs.

My phone started ringing on the tile floor next to me and I grinned when I recognized the caller ID.

"Connor!" I yelled excitedly into the phone when I answered it.

"Troye! What's your room number?" He asked quickly, scaring me a little with his eagerness.

"Uhh, 114? Why?" Suddenly, a very out of breath Connor burst into the room holding a little bag.

"What's in the bag?" I questioned while standing up and getting out of the bathroom to sit on the couch lined against one of the walls.

"Chicken," He took a breath, "Nuggets."

Caspar leaned against one of the beds. "And why were you running?" he asked. Connor shrugged and gave a look of 'I don't know'. I walked over to his exhausted state and snatched the bag from him, taking one of the three packs of twenty nuggets laying in the bag.