He's Not Like Them- Troyler AU

Chapter 16- Home

Troye’s POV-

 

What happens now? I’m looking over at Tyler smiling at me from his bed. I can’t bring myself to tell him what I did. What else I stole. I can’t bring myself to tell him about all the red lines that are back, standing out against my milky white skin. He is so happy when he thinks I am doing better. I am not dragging him down anymore. He deserves every ounce of happy he can have. I will put on a strong facade. And if one day I blow up on him, it will be the final time. Because I’m not letting don't this guard I’m deciding to pout until it’s too late. Nobody else deserves to know this despair. So my dreams can haunt me and me alone and while everyone around me thinks I am doing fine, I will be playing along. An act is all this is. A joke. Funny because I know I never mattered and it’s comical to think I ever did.

 

“You’re lost in space again, Troye,” Tyler says and snaps a finger in my face. I shake my head and come back to reality and giggle along with Tyler.

 

“I have a habit of doing that, don’t I,” I laugh. I’m good at this.

 

“I think you think too much,” Tyler sighs and sits down next to me.

 

“I think I need to in order to survive this school,” I respond.

 

“Touche,” Tyler says and goes back to his bed. He looks weak and frail.

 

“I think you need to sleep off, well everything,” I advise and Tyler yawns as if on cue.

 

“Yeah, goodnight,” Tyler says and gets comfortable in his bed.

 

“Goodnight,” I whisper and switch off the lights. I crawl into my own bed and wrap my wings in a cocoon around me, blocking the light from my laptop from escaping. I love doing this. I feel safe surrounded by the thing that never fails me. Ever since I was little I was naturally an amazing flyer, I was always the fastest, by a longshot. I was always the strongest too, not necessarily bulk wise but power wise. I could do things nobody else ever could. My mom used to say people were just intimidated by me when I would come home crying after I was the only one left out of a class party or game. That was when my mom cared. I was little and naive. She had to make sure I knew my place. That’s the only reason why. I search for the potion I took. Apparently it is very easy to make toxic but very hard to break out of. I shouldn’t have been able to at all with how much I took,  according to this website. I close the tabs open on this potion, more frustrated than when I started. I open tumblr and scroll for a little while. People are already posting about Halloween. Which reminds me, Tyler needs to build up power for this thing.  We only have a few weeks. Well, 25 days. But who's counting…

 

I look down at the time, oh great. It’s already 2am. I close my laptop and unwrap myself from my cocoon. I welcome the burst of cold air like a fresh breath. I roll over and look a Tyler sleeping peacefully. We have a long day ahead of us.

 

Tyler’s POV-

 

I wake up to a very loud whistle. I sit up and rub the sleep out of my eyes. Troye is standing in front of me, fully dressed.