The Youtuber Inn

We Aren't

(Tyler's POV)

"I still can't believe you like pancakes more than waffles." I exclaimed, laughing along side Troye as we swipe our room keys and unlock the door. He throws himself on the bed.

"Oh my GOD this bed is comfortable!" He yells, burying his face in the pillows. I make my way to the closest to grab a nicer shirt. He looks up at me, puzzled.

"Are you...going out?" He asked, sitting up. I change my shirt.
"Uh, yeah. I'm going bowling..with Marcus." I replied. He frowned.
"Oh, cool."

I felt bad leaving Troye. "I heard Connor and grace were gonna do something? I don't know. He asked if I wanted to go to the place down the street and-"

"No, no it's fine. Have fun." He smiled. I smiled back, grabbing my phone and walking out the door. Something told me it wasn't fine.
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"Hey!!" Marcus exclaimed, sitting on one of the bright purple booth-like couches in front of the bowling lane he had picked out. He stood up to greet me.

"Hey." I replied, quietly.
"So I already picked out our lane, if that's cool, I got you some shoes but-"
The rest was just noise. I completely zoned out, thinking about what Troye was doing all alone. Maybe he met up with grace and connor? Or the rest of the brits? I sighed.

"You alright?" Marcus asked, putting his hand on my back. The slight pressure of his hand on my spine made me jump, snapping back into reality.

"Yeah. I'm totally fine. Uh, do we have to bowl?" I asked. This bowling alley was extremely family-friendly, and all around us were screaming 8 year olds. I couldn't stand being in here much longer. Marcus looked around noticing how unbearable this place was.

"Definitely. Let's get out of here. You wanna go to the park?" He smiled.

"Marcus Butler, you are a fucking mind reader." I must have said this way louder than I thought, because all around me were aggravated mothers giving me dirty looks. I rolled my eyes and linked arms with Marcus as we walked through the clear automatic doors.
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Sitting on the cold stone park bench with such beautifully peaceful surroundings made me feel as if I were in a photo from Connor's Instagram feed.

I smiled, relaxing my head on Marcus's shoulder.
That's when things went off track.

At first with hesitation, Marcus wrapped his arms around me, putting his thumb under my chin and turning my face towards him. He looked me directly in the eyes.

"Marcus, what are you-"

"Don't talk." He whispered. He closed his eyes, leaning in for a kiss.

What the fuck is wrong with him?

Next thing I know, I slapped him.

"Oww!! Thats twice now!"

I ignored his comment, overwhelmed by what just happened. I should have just stayed with Troye.

"Marcus, what the fuck was that?" I yelled, scooting away and rising up from the bench. He rose with me.
"I, I thought that we," he stuttered.

"No," i said, shaking my head and looking down, "we aren't".

(HAi. Omfg i have such good plans i'll have like 3 more chapters published tonight.)