Sure, a lot of people think Troyler is just a hashtag at the corner of a Tyler Oakley video... But is it possibly more?

This isn't a normal sweet little Troyler fanfic... No... This is filled with heart break, and DRAAAMAAA!!! Grab some tissues if you got some issues and I ain't gonna warn ya twice so keep reading if you dare........ :) [WARNING: Contains self harm and eating disorders. If you are easily triggered by talk of these things and more, please do not read on. I love you!!!]

Tyler and Troye attend the same college. Who knew your roommate could turn out to be your bestfriend...or maybe more.

Read the damn story to find out! (includes some fluff and smut)

Im the new kid that no one knows. I got bullied on the first day of 6th grade by a gang of 8th graders. I was hurt in ways that no one could fix. My mom left us and my dad never talks to me. I have no siblings, and no friends anymore since we moved to stupid Virginia from Australia. Unless someone can save me from this, I don't even want to live anymore. My name is Troye Sivan, and I am alone.

What if you could hear them? The thoughts they deigned not reasonable enough to say out loud, the things not suitable for even a giggly teenage gossip conversation. Would it be a blessing or a curse? Troye, the unlucky teenager bestowed with this 'gift', thinks of it as a curse, with good reason. Do you know how hard it is to keep a relationship with someone when you know exactly what they think of you? Impossible. It's impossible. Or at least that's what Troye thinks, considering he's given up on even trying to make it work. He's different, people shun different. People hate different. And it's better to go under the radar, to be nothing, than to be hated. Right? Tyler, on the other hand, has taken a different approach to a similar problem. No, he can't 'read minds', but he does have a part of himself he doesn't want a soul to know about. He's quarterback, every girl's dream guy, an academic mastermind, and he's also gay. He's seen how different kids get treated, hell, he's been the one to treat them that way before. Why on Earth would he ever wish that on himself? No, it's easier to hide, to be someone you're not, than to be hated. Right?

"What do you want from me?" I whisper, my voice low and strangled. Tyler stares back at me with empty black eyes. His tongue glides over bloodied lips before a sadistic smile spreads across his face. Long slim fingers curl around my cheek. "Can you guess?" he asks as his thumb leaves a trail of crimson along my hair line. My eyelids close against my will and I lean into his touch. "Mmm," I sigh before remembering his question. I force my brain to ignore the warmth swelling in my chest from his touch and focus on an answer. "My blood?" He chuckles darkly and leans in close until his nose tickles my ear. "I'm not a vampire, Troye," he breathes. "Then what are you?" I choke out as my body begins to shake in fear. Tyler may not be a vampire, but he sure as hell isn't human. "What do you want?" "Your soul." My blood seems to freeze in my veins. "M-my soul?" His mouth curls up in response. "Why me? Why my soul?" "You have a strangely beautiful soul, Troye Sivan. And I'm hungry."

*****slightly on hold until my other story is finished, which will not be long.**** Love of mine, some day you will die but I'll be close behind. I'll follow you into the dark. No blinding lights or tunnels to gates of white, just our hands clasped so tight waiting for the hint of a spark. If Heaven and Hell decide that they are both satisfied, illuminate the "No's" on their vacancy signs. If there's no one beside you when your soul embarks then I'll follow you into the dark. (I Will Follow You Into The Dark // Death Cab For Cutie) (smut warning.) (No self harm, eating disorder, mental illness, etc.) (If one shows up, trigger warning/ Smut warning will be posted.) (If anything changes, it will be posted.)

Having a best friend is probably one of the most amazing things in the world. They're always here for you when you need a laugh or a shoulder to cry on. They stick with you through the downs and always bring you up. When you break a leg, when you're sick, when your heart is broken there is nobody to call other than your best friend. This is simply the story of two best friends being best friends but what happens when they stop being just best friends? This is not just an era, a page in a book, a day in your life. This is more than that. To Tyler Oakley and Troye Sivan this is everything.

It's just too easy to expect that self-proclaimed homophobes (like Troye Sivan) and a homosexuals themselves (like Tyler Oakley) could never get along. Not even mindless vengeful plans or diabolic fake babies or constant mockery or accidental not-dates or attempts to make each other's lives a living hell could force a decent acquaintanceship upon them, much less was there a chance that they'd develop weird yet genuine relationships and feelings that definitely crosses the border of friendship. It would definitely take a million wishes and miracles just for them to like each other. ..right? Entirety of story is fictional; characters are real life people. There will be unacceptable name callings, swearing, labelling, homophobia, sexuality issues, possible smut. If you are triggered by this, please exit for your own good. I do not condone nor discourage anything in this story. Enjoy reading! ( © ) [ saaachie | June 2014 ]