- TROYE -
A couple minutes ago, I made the courageous decision to leave the couch and take a shower.
I know, brave, huh?
I'm pathetic.
I stand under the hot water, debating whether getting up was a good option or not. When I'm done, I lather lotion onto my face because it is raw from my constant crying.
I slip on a fresh pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt, and venture back to the couch. Before I can return to my comfortable solitude, I hear the doorbell ring.
I groan, audibly, and start to walk over to the door. I look through the peephole and see a mess of bleach blonde hair outside the door.
Tyler.
My body tenses as renewed anger and pain flood my body again. Why is he here? Does he just want to hurt me again?
I start walking away from the door, panicking, when I hear a weak knock on the door.
"Troye, p-please" he whispers, his trembling voice reeling in my concern.
What do I do?
Do I open the door? No. He hurt you. You have to protect yourself.
But, what if he needs help? What if he's in trouble? What if he got hurt? I still care about him. I can't just leave him when he clearly needs me.
I slowly walk to the door, bracing myself for the possibility of my heart breaking some more. I open the door, cautiously, and am ready to snap at Tyler for all the pain he caused me.
I open my mouth to release my anger when he barrels into my chest. The force of his embrace causes me to stumble backwards.
On an instinct, I wrap my arms around him. After realizing that we are hugging, my body tenses as my previous pain and anger against him returns to my brain.
"I know you're mad at me, but can you please just hold me for a minute" he mumbles into my chest.
I'm about to pull away from him when I feel tears and his wet face being pressed into my the nook of my neck.
He's crying?
I hesitantly wrap my arms around him again, trying to make him happy again. I may be mad and hurt, but I still care about him and it pains me that he's hurting.
I squeeze my eyes shut as I relish in the way his body fits with mine and how it feels to hug him.
The way his head fits in the nook of my neck and my face fits in the curve of his shoulder.
The way his small hands grab handfuls of my sweatshirt as if he's falling and I'm the only thing he can grab on to.
The way my arms drape around his neck and his arms rest on the small of my back.
The way his small feet are placed between mine, and contrast my big feet.
The way our bodies line up and are pressed against each other.
The way just one touch ignites my body, releasing burning tears and warming my heart at the same time.
It's like bliss.
Besides, I'd be lying if I said this was against my will. All I've wanted to do for the past two weeks is hug my best friend. So, that's what I'm going to do. I'm going to hug my best friend and let him cry into my chest. We can talk later.
- TYLER -
I'm fidgeting outside of Troye's door, trying to predict how he will act when he sees me. I think I'll start by apologizing for being the worst best friend in the world. Then, after we've made up, I can tell him about Pete and why I'm at his door.
But when I see him, my plan flies out the window.
I see his face and I crave the comfort I know only he can give me. I run into him, wrapping my arms around his slim waist, burying my face in the crook of his neck. I inhale his familiar scent and can't help but let out all the pain I've felt in the past 2 weeks and past 2 hours.
I feel him stumbling back a bit before returning the hug.
For a minute, I thought everything was okay again.
For a minute, I forgot about my pain.
For a minute, I thought I'd be okay again.
But, then his body tensed, and I knew we were not okay.
"I know you're mad at me, but can you please just hold me for a minute" I whisper into his body, letting my desperation bleed into my voice.
I sob into his neck allowing my frustration, sadness, pain, and anger to release onto my best friend's inviting chest. He kicks the door shut with his foot, leading us to the couch with me clinging onto him.
He sits down and I immediately settle down next to him and lay my head on his chest.
"I-I'm s-s-so sor-sorry" I cry, stuttering as sobs rack my body.
He doesn't say anything but just tightens his hold around my body, pulling me to him deeply. He sighs into my hair, and I hear muffled sobs.
"W-why are y-you crying?" I ask, getting up and finally taking in his appearance.
His hair is flat and lifeless, his eyes sore and dull. He looks like he hasn't slept in 3 years.
It's so confusing with us now. I don't know what I can and can't do. I just allow myself to follow my instincts when I raise my fingers and wipe the tears off his face.
"T-troye?" I mutter, caressing his cheek with my small fingers.
He looks at me, and I feel like someone punched me in the gut.
He looks so sad.
"You b-broke me, T-Tyler"
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A/N:
Toldya it would still be kinda sad.....:/ WHOOPS.
(fix mistakes :P)
~ TROYLER TREASURES ~
1. "Ghost of You" by: alfiedeyes_
AHHH DON'T GET ME STARTED. GO READ. COME BACK. FANGIRL. OKAY. JUST GO. NOW. OKAY.
Tyler is dead. DONT GIVE UP. Troye thinks he can still hear Tyler. ITS HEARTBREAKINGLY BEAUTIFUL.
2. "We Are Young" by: troylerisnotonfire
IN LOVE.
Troye is popular but is having trouble at home. Tronnor drama involved, but it is a Troyler fic. SO IT HAS CUTE LITTLE TROYLER MOMENTS :) but if you HATE Tronnor, don't leave any hateful comments to the author pwease (not that you will cuz your all rockstars)
~ END TROYLER TREASURES ~
P.S.
If I ever tell you that I want to promo your fic, and then I don't PLEASE TELL ME. I am a sloth and very stupid and can easily forget. So, it's not that I don't like your fic anymore, I JUST HAVE A VERY BAD MEMORY.
Love you my pickles <3
xxxx
