The Youtuber Inn

TCC

(Troye's POV)

I lay on the bed bundled up in a blanket like a burrito, the heat of my laptop warming my legs. I had gone to edit a video, but soon found myself aimlessly scrolling threw tumblr as I often do. I get a text from tyler.

Tyler:
Hey, I'm gonna stay out a little later than I said. Don't worry about me, I'll be home around 7.

This was the third time he told me was gonna stay out "a little later tonight" he left at 2 ish, then said he'd be home at 5, then 6, and now 7. How was i supposed to not worry? Its 5:43, and I've become pretty confident that i have no ability to move any more. As hours pass, texts from tyler pass with them, apologizing and saying he'll be out a little later. Something was wrong.

Suddenly, there's a knock on the door.
I somehow manage to pull myself out of the incredibly soothing comfort of my hotel bed and swing open the door, finding nothing there but a small to go box. I rolled my eyes and shouted into the hall,
"GRACE! IF YOU'RE TRYING TO DO THAT TRASH IN FRONT OF MY DOOR THING AGAIN IT'S NOT FUNNY ANY MORE!"

No answer.
I picked up the to go box, curiously pulling it open. Inside was a small slip of paper, reading;
"Meet us in room 450, now."
-TCC

Attached to the back was a room key. I looked around the hall, incredibly confused. Who the hell is TCC? I shrug and make my way to the closet. If I was going to meet up with these mysterious people, I certainly couldn't do it in a crappy white tee and my underwear. I pulled out a pair of black jeans and loose grey sweater, paired with navy blue vans. I took a quick look in the mirror and ran my fingers through my hair. Shoving my phone in my back pocket, I made my way to the elevator.

I take a deep breath, then knock on the door of room 450 and find Grace Helbig opening it.

"Troye! We're glad you showed up." She said cheerfully, holding the door open. I raised an eyebrow, walking in slowly. Sitting at the kitchen counter was Connor, Niomi, and Jenna.
"Welcome to The Cutout Club." She said; gesturing around her.

"The Cutout Club?" I asked.

"For those of us here who are left out, or jealous, or unnoticed." Connor said, smiling.

"We noticed your situation with Tyler and figured you needed to get together with TCC and have a good night to get it all off your mind." Grace said.

"By that she means we're gonna get drunk as FUCK." Jenna commented. I smirked, the idea sounding great. But then I remembered I was in America.

"But I'm 19." I frowned. Jenna laughed.

"Troye, please. You've got a fake ID." She chuckled. I scuffed, slightly offended.

"What makes you so sure I have a fake ID?" I asked, putting my hands on my hips.

"Well, don't you?" Asked grace, crossing her arms. I opened my mouth in preparation for a comeback, but nothing came out, so I just nodded.

"Great. So, are you in?" Niomi asked, now standing up. I took a moment to think. I got why Jenna and Niomi were here, and I'm guessing Grace just felt out of the loop, but why was Connor a part of this? He definitely wasn't left out or unnoticed, was he jealous? I shrugged. The only way to find out would be to join.

"Yeah, I'm in."
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They wouldn't tell me where we going, but the drive to wherever was fantastic. The air was just cool enough for jeans and long sleeves, and everything arounf us (except for the incredibly loud music Niomi decided to blast) seemed perfectly quiet. I hung my head out of my fully rolled down window, joining the off key harmonies of everyone in the car as we sang along to "Good Time" by Owl City. Everything seemed so perfect.
I just had this feeling I was missing something.
Or, maybe someone.

I pushed the thought to the back of my head, attempting to enjoy the moment. Suddenly we pull up to some exotic club that had NOT been mentioned before. I guess this is where Jenna said we would get "drunk as fuck".

"We're here!" Connor yelled as Grace stopped the car

"..where exactly is here?" I asked, string blankly at the impressively long line of girls in cocktail dresses streaming out from the entrance of the club. "This spectacular place is Fold, some giant ass night club that I ran into once when I got lost." Jenna smiled.
"What kind of name is Fold?" I laughed, approaching the entrance line. Connor pulled me away from the line and directly to the huge metal door, where a bulky bald guy in a gray tux stood with a notepad.
"Name?" The man asked, furrowing his dark brows.

"Franta," Connor smiled, "party of 5."

After showing our IDs, the man let us in, and I have to admit that was pretty impressive of Connor. Fold was just like every night club you'd ever since in a movie. Neon lights flashed and spun through out the room causing me to feel nauscious, the bass of whatever popular music pounding into my ears. Sweaty 25 year olds in tight out fits were spread all through out the building, grinding -and, for some, puking- all over eachother. I rolled my eyes.
"What's so spectacular?" I yelled over the painfully loud music.

"You see, they do these things where they have private rooms, and rooms with themes and stuff." Niomi said.

"Themes?"

"Like, there's an entire gay bar area. Its pretty great." Connor replied.
"And, aside from the gay bars, anyone can rent a room and 1. Skip the entry line and 2. Get to take a break from the crowd and relax in their private room at any time in the night." Grace added.

I smiled, knowing Connor had hooked us up with a private room.
We waltzed into the main room, completely underdressed, feeling as though everything was bouncing around us.

"We're gonna go to the bar!" Grace shouted, pulling Jenna and Niomi behind her.
Connor chuckled.
"Guess it's just you and me!"

(Heyyy.. If there's any hardcore emos out there I have some rlly rad band fics and you should go check em out thank. Ily all k bye.)