(2 MONTHS LATER)
- TYLER -
"TILLYYY HURRY UP" Troye shouts from his living room.
We were having another movie night, just the two of us because Troye demanded we watch the Camp Takota together. Again.
"COMING" I yelled back, checking my phone.
One text from Pete.
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TEXT
FROM: PETE ♥
Hey, where are you?
END TEXT
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I sigh and shoot him a text before tossing my phone on Troye's bed and joining Troye on the couch.
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TEXT
TO: PETE ♥
At Troye's. I'll text you in the morning. xx
END TEXT
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I walk into the room, and snuggle into the couch, having some much-needed cuddle time with my best friend.
Before pressing play, Troye turns to me.
"So, we're meeting you and Pete tomorrow at noon, right?" he asks.
I nod to confirm his question.
We were going on a double-date. Troye and I spend so much time together, and I thought it was time that we all met properly.
Troye sends a text to Caleb, and the familiar feeling of jealousy is still there, but it's faint.
Troye presses play, and I sigh as the memorized title sequence flashes on the TV.
As always, Troye drifts off once the movie starts. By now, I'm used to hearing his breathing slowly even out as my head lies on his chest. I squeeze him and I smile when I hear him let out a small murmur in his sleep.
I watch the movie, my legs entangled with Troye's underneath the blanket draping over us, listening to his steady heartbeat.
Before long, I begin to doze off as well.
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"KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK"
I groan into Troye's chest as I rub the sleep out of my eyes.
"tylahhhh" Troye mumbles, keeping his eyes shut.
"tylahhh get the dooorrrr" he whines.
"It's your apartment" I argue, burying my face in his chest.
"COME IN" Troye shouts.
"Troye!! I could have done that! Plus, you don't even know who it is! It could be a murderer!"
"Sure, cause a murderer would knock first" Troye giggles.
The door opens and I put on my glasses and lift my face, keeping my body intertwined with Troye's.
Once I see the person at the door, I shoot out of my spot and Troye winces at the sudden loss of contact.
"P-pete?" I ask, shocked as to why he was at Troye's.
Troye gets up at the mention of Pete's name.
"Oh, um...hi, Pete..." he says, awkwardly running his hand through his messy, flat hair.
"Where the hell have you been? I've been texting you for hours" Pete snaps at me.
"I told you I was here, why are you here?"
"Because you're my fucking boyfriend and I wanted to know where you were!" he exclaims.
"Well, I told you I was here. I shouldn't have to tell you where I am all the time, Pete"
"Um...I'll...I'll just leave you two alone for a bit..." Troye says, starting to walk to his room.
"Troye, wait" Pete says.
Troye freezes.
What the hell is Pete planning?
"I know he's your best friend and shit, but I'm your boyfriend, Tyler. This is getting too complicated for me..." he says, tugging on his hair.
"What's getting too complicated for you? The fact that I have a best friend?" I ask, getting angry as well.
"No. The fact that you two seem to be closer than we are" he snaps.
I hear Troye shift awkwardly behind me, and I just want to tell him to go to his room so he'll be more comfortable.
"What do you want from me, Pete?" I ask, exasperatedly.
"I want you to choose" he states.
"Choose what?" I ask, confused.
"Me or him?"
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A/N:
DRAMMAAAA COMING UPPPPP
(N/E: Fix my mistakes)
Dedicated to: xSillyTilly for being the sweetest popsicle at the stand. She leaves the best (not to mention hilarious) comments that never fail to make me smile. And her personality is fucking fantastic. I love you, chica <3 xxxxxx
Love you my carrot sticks (dipped in hummus) (soz ... had too ;) )
<3 xxxxx
