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?

Tyler Oakley and Troye Sivan have been best friends ever since second grade, when Tyler asked Troye to be his valentine. Every following year they'd ended up as each others valentines, in some way or another. But both of these boys had real, unearthed feeling for each other, and being each other's valentine as a "friend" was not helping. With mutual hidden (and denied) crushes, will either of them ever pluck up the courage to ask the other out? (You know, not on valentines day?)

Troye Mellet moved from Australia to Tennessee to Michigan all within two years, and ended up right next door to Tyler Oakley and his family in June. Sparks flew immediately, and their summertime romance was absolutely perfect. However, when school begins in the fall, things change. Troye doesn't talk to Tyler anymore. He even refuses to look his way. He starts hanging out with the popular boys. He even has a girlfriend. Tyler, however, is left in the dark. He has no clue what happened. Everything had been perfect, or so he thought. Can he figure out what happened? Can he mend the relationship? Or will Troye be lost for good? DISCLAIMER: A little smut, psychological issues (bipolar disorder and its many symptoms. however NO self harm), and explicit language.

The thing about us is, we don't use labels. We just let things happen. But we don't really need labels. I know Tyler loves me, and he knows i love him. It like we are together, but we aren't. Oh my god, i even sound crazy to my self -Troye

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 ]

At the age of 16 we got this crazy idea to take a road trip around the United States once we had both turned 21. If you would have asked our parents back then if it would happen, I bet you they would have said no. But here we are, I am turning 21 tonight and next week Tyler and I are leaving on an adventure of a lifetime. Just me, Tyler and my little 2012 Chevy. *No self harm* *Possibility of smut if I ever get up the nerve* *I have no idea what will happen its going to be a long one so buckle up and come along for the ride*