He's Not Like Them- Troyler AU

Chapter 13- Destroy It?

Troye's POV-

Vodka. This is vodka. Nothing else is this strong. I put my cup down and try to shake the taste away. Tyler just laughs and pours his own shot.

"What do I not know about you, Troye boy?" Tyler asks, his words already lazy and careless. He downs another shot then puts all his attention on me.

"Tell me why you drink, Tyler," I say and Tyler stops laughing but he just brushes it off and smiles again.

"It's this or something worse," Tyler replies.

"Like what?"

"Is that any of your business?"

"It's just I thought you were like the perfect idea of a role model."

"Nice to see what you think of me."

"I didn't mean it like that."

Tyler glances down at his lap and twists his wrist around.

"Well, why do you think I know so much about anexe," Tyler whispers. It wasn't a question. It was a statement.

"I'm so sorry, Tyler, I didn't know," I whisper and reach out to hug him but he shrugs away.

"Just forget I told you. What matters is getting you off it," Tyler says and looks into my eyes.

"I've never had someone care as much about as you do and I want to return the favor. Let me," I say to Tyler and pull him close to me. He wraps his arms around me tightly and shaking with sobs.

"I'm-I'm sorry it's just I've never had to talk about it and it was a dark time and I'm ruining your shirt," Tyler says and starts to pull away but I don't let go, just pull him closer. I let him cry and vent. When he is done, I let him pull away and I wipe a tear off his cheek.

"Why did you do it Tyler?" I ask.

"My last school wasn't as accepting as the people here. I was the gay, loser at my old academy. I moved here because I was being bullied. You know those earth people think angels are all so wonderful but the bad ones up here are 10x worse than any mortal," Tyler weeps.

"I'm sorry you had to go through that. I'm glad you are past that stage. I'm here to talk if you want," I tell Tyler and he nods as he sniffles and wipes his eyes.

"Troye, when was the last time?" Tyler asks with a certain authority in his eyes.

"Not since that time you walked in on me,” I tell Tyler and he smiles.

“So almost three weeks?” Tyler asks.

“I reckon,” I reply and Tyler hugs me, smiling.

“I’m so proud of you. I know it’s hard.”

“That’s the thing, I never got any of the withdrawal symptoms though,” I respond.

“Well I mean you are definitely something else. Speaking of which, what happened with that box?” Tyler gestures to my dresser and quirks his eyebrows.

“I don’t know. Let’s just get through this week and then we’ll check first free day, ok? We can bring it the city research center,” I recommend.

“Ok, we should sleep though. And drink lots of water,” Tyler says and stumbles over to his bed and chugs a bottle of water before curling up in his blanket. I drink a bottle of water and turn off the light. I crawl into my bed and lay down. I stare at my ceiling and let my mind wander. My thoughts always travel to Tyler. It all clicks now.

*Time skip to their first free day* (I KNOW I AM AWFUL BUT DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT IS TO WRITE INTERESTING STUFF FOR A TON OF SCHOOL DAYS SO DEAL)

Tyler’s POV-

“Troye! GET UP!” I squeal and pounce on Troye and he groans but smiles and wrestles me off.

“Is it Saturday, finally?” Troye asks and rubs his sleepy eyes.

“Yep and you need to get up so we can get to the research center inconspicuously,” I add and Troye looks over at the window.

“How early is it? It’s still dark!” Troye exclaims and looks back at me.

“Chill, it’s 6:30, it’s just starting to be winter and sun goes down early and comes up late,” I explain and drag Troye out of bed,” Come on sleepyhead.”

Troye gets out of bed and gets ready in the bathroom. He walks out with freshly quiffed hair and an amazing cologne. He walks over and digs the box out then tucks  it inside his jacket.

“Shall we?” Troye says and gives me a small smile.

“Yeah,” I say and Troye and I walk together. We rather not fly when it starts getting this cold, especially since we have not gotten coats yet. I make a mental not to do that today too. When we get to the research center Troye opens the door for me and lets me in first. I slip past him into the welcomingly warm room and he stumbles in after me. We go to a service desk and Troye pulls out the box.

“We have something we believe to be dangerous that was left in our dorm and we couldn’t find any information on it, so we were hoping you could help us. Please,” Troye explains and the lady at the desk eyes us curiously.

“May I see it?” she asks.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Troye mumbles.

“Young man, we can’t help you if we don’t know what we are dealing with,” she states and Troye hands the box over. I walk a good distance away and wait. She opens the box slowly and peers inside. I can already feel pain creeping down my throat, sucing my breath away. She closes the box and looks at Troye, annoyed.

“This is just a rock,” she says and hands the box back. Troye grabs it and I walk over.

“It’s not just a rock though. It hurts T-” Troye begins to explain but the lady cuts him off.

“Look, I’m sorry but we don’t have time for pranks. Good day,” she says and sits back down. Troye backs away slowly before turning around and storming off. I follow him out, trying to calm him down.

“Troye, it’s okay, calm down,” I try to break through to him but he is seething.

“IT’S NOT OKAY! This rock hurts you and that dumb- dumb bitch can’t see that!” Troye shouts and I grab his shoulders and steady him.

“Look at me, it’s ok. We’ll figure something out,” I say and add a smile. Troye pulls me close and wraps his wings around us in the cold air.

“I just don’t want you to get hurt,” Troye whispers and his breath tickles my cheek. I feel my face flush. I can’t help the way this beautiful man makes me feel. He pulls away and giggles when he looks down at me.

“You’re blushing, Tilly,” Troye laughs.

“Shut up,” I respond and playfully push him. Troye laughs and nudges me back, we start walking back to the academy when we cross a bridge. Troye looks over the edge at the rushing water.

“Do you think we could rid of it?” Troye says and pulls the box out of his jacket.

“What if it only stops when it’s in the box and it shatters and I’ll never stop being in pain?” I retort and Troye rolls his eyes. I give him a look that could ice him over.

“Just suggesting ideas,” he says and throws his hands up in mock defense. He puts the box back and grabs my hand and starts leading me back down the path. I don’t miss the blush on his cheeks. There is no way this boy is straight, right?

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A/N:  I KNOW IT'S SHORT BUT I STARTED A NEW FANFIC CALLED

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