- TROYE -
My eyes widen when Tyler places the laptop on a pillow in front of us, and the screen for Insidious shows up.
I quickly try to grab the laptop and change the movie, but Tyler wraps his arms around me and holds me hostage.
"TILLY I DON'T WANT TO WATCH A SCARY MOVIE" I say, struggling against his tight hold on me.
"It's not even that bad, Troye!!" he insists.
I stop struggling, and once the first scene starts playing, I turn and bury my face in Tyler's chest, trying to tone out the sounds of the movie.
"Troye, I promise it's not that bad" he says, wrapping his arms around me.
I ignore his words, and close my eyes, burrowing my face into his body and wrapping my arms around his torso.
"Do you want me to turn it off?" he asks, stroking my hair.
I shake my head no, but cover my face with the duvet, peeking out from underneath it.
"I want to try to watch it..." I mumble, staring at the screen, wide-eyed.
- TYLER -
I giggled quietly while looking at Troye hiding in the blankets.
He was practically on top of me by now, using my body as a hiding place. His arms were almost crushing my torso, and his entire body was buried underneath the fluffy, white duvet.
You could only see a tuft a chocolate hair, and two big, blue eyes peeking out from under the covers.
"You okay, babe?" I giggle.
He doesn't answer, but just stares at the screen with his big, doe eyes.
As the suspenseful music starts to play, his eyes nearly pop out of his head. He quickly hides his face in my chest, clawing at the sides of my sweatshirt.
"Tell me when it's over" he says, his voice muffled by my sweatshirt.
I rub his arm, my own eyes glued on the screen.
"It's okay" I whisper, my focus completely on the movie.
"Tillyyyy" he whines, burrowing so far into my chest, I'm pretty sure there's a dent in my body.
"Don't worry, babe. I've got you" I say, tightening my arms around him.
I hear Troye whimper as the music in the movie gets louder, signalling the big climax is coming soon.
I stroke his hair, distractedly, while watching the suspenseful movie.
"BANG!!"
We both jump as we hear the loud sound coming from outside.
"Tilly...what was that?" Troye asks, peeking out of the covers.
"Relax, it was just the movie" I say, patting his head.
He returns to his position under the blankets, basically underneath my body.
"Troye, what are you doing? Why are you underneath me?"
"Cause you'll protect me from the ghosts" he explains, with massive amounts of "duh" in his voice.
"Of course. Why didn't I think of that?" I say, sarcastically.
"Cause I'm the smart one" he retorts.
"RUDE" I cackle, happy to be back at our normal conversations.
"I mean it's true. I'm the smart one and you're the cu--"
"Troyeeee shhhhhhhh" I whine, trying to pay attention to the movie.
