Would you know that you and another person are meant to be if he lived in the same room as you? In most cases, all it would take is for that person to tell you and let you know "I like you." For Troye Sivan, the most obvious things seem to take some time to figure out. From being a wallflower and staying out of the spotlight his freshman year of high school; Troye is forced out of his old discrete ways after properly meeting Tyler Oakley. Being opened to the more social crowd of his peers at JMA, his private boarding school. Troye also becomes closer to people he had never thought he would ever speak to before this year. Will they serve as a distraction from the ones who truly matter? Who truly matters and who will lead the way to something better? (Description curiosity or TheZenTroyler) **THIS STORY IS IN NO WAY RELATED TO MY SOULMATES SERIES** Though it says 2017 this story was really written back in 2014-2015. Keep that in mind when reading. Thank you for all the love and support.

"You know what you said before? That you love me to the end of the Universe and back?" "Yeah?" "The Universe has no end." "Exactly." When Troye Sivan and Tyler Oakley go to France with some friends, things they never expected to happen, happen. Sparks fly, feelings change, hearts get broken and mended. Join them on a trip that will change their lives, forever. (This story gets better as it goes along, but please bear in mind that it's my first ever fanfic and probably isn't that good) This fanfic will contain anxiety, but NO self-harm, suicide attempts or bulimia/anorexia. (Or smut for that matter.) [DISREGARD ANY INSTAGRAM USERNAMES, THEY'RE ALL OLD, MY CURRENT USERNAME IS @message.phan IF YOU'RE INTERESTED]

Troye Sivan is a 16 year old boy who loves to do art. He's also homophobic. When Tyler Oakley rocks up to the school, and sees Troye's drawing, Tyler is naturally intrigued. When the two get put together for a story, secrets are revealed, and maybe parts of themselves. Can they figure out there differences? Or will everything collapse, just like Troye's drawing of a rose? [TW] There will be no self-harm/suicidal thoughts in this story. There are flashbacks of physical abuse and language. Not sure about smut, I'll see when i get to that point. Enjoy.

“ He was like the moon, a part of him was always hidden. ”

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A month ago, Troye got a call inviting him to participate in the Youtuber Project, a sort of Big Brother for Youtubers. However, he soon discovers that the housemates he is put up against are some of his closest friends. One is even a little more than a friend. Is 1 million dollars worth losing the love of his life, or will love conquer all?

"Hello." He hissed out of the corner of the dark room, I dared to call mine. He sounded distant, but I still cowered to direct my attention towards him. I soon felt cold air on the back of my neck, forcing me to turn around. His eyes were red like flames, clothes disheveled and torn. Even though his soul appeared dark, the pink in his lips was still prominent. His pitch black hair stood perfectly on top of his face that screamed beauty and danger. But the slightest blood stains on his hands reminded me of what he really was. A pair of lips barely touched my neck, sending shivers down my spine, "I've been waiting," he whispered against my skin. He was my childhood monster. He was just a demon. He was The Midnight Man. And I think I loved him. //First book of the series// **please don't steal this. if you do ur a dick**

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?)