tiktok boy imagines

troy zarbruh

"hey!" i greet with a smile when troy picks up my facetime.

"hey," he says while going on paused.

"come back, i wanna see youuu," i tell him.

"give me a second," he says before tapping on his screen, texting someone i assume.

"how was your day?" i ask.

"fine."

"are you okay?"

"yup."

i stay silent for a moment thinking. the silence is replaced with his booming laugh after receive a text from someone.

"can we talk? you haven't wanted to hangout and if we do you're on your phone. i wanna facetime and talk but i can't even see you," i frown.

"well i'm texting someone but i can still talk and——sorry i can still talk and text," he tells me with attitude.

"right," i quietly say.

after a lot of short responses and me basically talking to myself, troy falls asleep leaving me with my thoughts.

"well you're asleep so i guess i can get everything off my chest. i miss you. i miss when you actually talked to me and wanted to hangout and i miss my cocoa butter kisses. i'd like to believe that's there's no competition but i'm always competin' for attention. yet you're always like, i'm not on no games but
you ain't been the same. so who been on you're mind? who's got your time? i just miss when you used to text me, and check on me and now you treat me like my worth less than a dime."

i take a pause before talking some more.

"from he beginning i told you i am down for the worse or the better and now i keep sticking to you cause them four stupid letters. i really miss you and i hope you can be the troy i know you to be. sleep well, i love you."

i ended our facetime call and decided to get some sleep. god i loved that boy, i just hope he changed.

troys pov
i'm breaking her heart. fuck.