Chapter 7- Taco Bell

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*Troye's POV*

Tyler shut off the camera and decided to begin editing right away.

"Ugh, babe, lets go eat." I said, standing up and shutting his laptop. "I need food. Right now." Tyler leaned back and shut his eyes.

"Taco Bell?" he asked.

"Taco Bell." I replied. "Now let's go."

"Fine," he whined as he stood up and grabbed my hand, leading me out the door.

When we got to Taco Bell, I sat down immediatly and Tyler ordered our food quickly. They had one of those playset things built into the restaurant. I looked through the glass and into the small room with the playground. There were a few children running around and through the thing. I chuckled.

I've always wanted kids.

I suddenly had an urge to play on the playset. Strange, I know. Jumping up, I grabbed Tyler's hand as he finished paying for our food and ran through the door and into the amazing play chamber.

"What the fuck Troye Sivan?!" Tyler laughed as I dragged him.

"I don't know I'm just in the mood to go on this thing. It's been years since I've been on one."

"Ugh, fine you weirdo."

I began to climb up the ladder and Tyler followed suit. "What a cute butt," he giggled and slapped my ass when we made it to the top. I rolled my eyes.

We made it to the small spherical compartment with the small window and I sat down and looked over the Taco Bell restaurant.

"What a beautiful view." Tyler said. I cracked up.

"I love you dipshit." I said leaning my head against his shoulder gently.

"Love you too babe." Tyler laughed. "I love Taco Bell too."

"Wow. How romantic." I rolled my eyes.

"I know right?!" Tyler grinned and I looked up at his cheerful face. He looked down at me and smiled a subtle smile.

I leaned up and pecked his lips quickly. He leaned back in and kissed me longer. We were suddenly in a heated make out session. After a minute or two Tyler pulled away.

"Is it weird that we're doing this in a children's play area?" I laughed.

"God, Tyler, when you say it that way..."

Tyler wanted to kiss again, but I persisted that we had to go eat our food.

But when we got back home-whoa it's weird calling it "home"- he pushed me onto the couch and sat down next to me.

"Where were we...?" He smiled and began to kiss me again.

God, I couldn't wait to marry this man.

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