- TROYE -
I sighed happily, hugging Tyler to my chest while he flipped through the channels to find something to watch. His face lights up when he reaches a certain channel, he throws the remote on the other side of the bed, cuddling his face into my chest.
"What are we watching?" I ask him, kissing the top of his fluffy, soft hair.
"Guess" he says, happily.
"We are not watc--You have got to be kidding me" I sigh, trying to hide my smile at his predictable personality.
We were watching "Big Brother", I haven't even seen it before.
"Tyyyyy, I don't even get it" I whine.
"Babe, it's simple. They live together and vote each other out, and then the last one there wins" he explains.
"That's Cody, and that's Caleb" he says, pointing at the screen.
"They're hot" I say, just to piss him off.
"TROYEEEE" he shouts, faking a pout.
"Awww, not as hot as you, Tilly" I say, kissing his pouted lips.
He smiles happily, returning to his snuggly position against my body.
"Where's Frankie?" I ask.
All I knew about this is that Frankie Grande was on this show cause he was a friend of Tyler's.
"He's probably with Zach. They're so cute, you should see them..." he rambles.
I roll my eyes and cut him off by kissing his cheek.
"They're not as cute as us though, right?" I say, pushing my nose against his cheek.
"No, definitely not as cute as us" he replies, cracking my fingers.
"But, seriously. They're cute. Like, they're meant to be together" he sighs, dreamily.
"NO. We're meant to be together" I correct him.
"You're a sappy little shit, aren't you?" he giggles.
I watch his nose crinkle as he laughs and I lean down and softly lay my lips on the tiny, little folds at the top of his nose.
"How come we never did this before?" I ask him, settling back into the pillows and keeping one arm wrapped around his body.
"Did what?" he asks, lowering the volume on the TV.
"This whole relationship thing" I say, massaging his head.
He sighs loudly, sitting up. Instantly, my mind is filled with worry.
"Did I say something? I-is this not a relationship?" I ask, nervously.
"What? No! No. I just..."
"What, Ty? You can tell me" I say, softly.
"We shouldn't have done that...what we did earlier..." he sighs.
My eyes widen and my heart picks up.
"Oh my God, Ty. I thought you wanted to? I'm so so sorry. I shouldn't have done that. God, I'm such a jerk. I really thought you wanted to..." I say, pulling my hair in guilt.
"No, babe! I wanted to, I promise. You didn't do anything wrong" he says, pulling my hands away from my hair.
"Then, what is it?" I ask, as he combs his fingers through my hair.
"Are we going to do this relationship thing? Like for-real?" he asks.
"Yeah...I mean, unless you do-don't..." I say.
"No, I do, babe. I do. It's just..."
"It's just...?" I say, urging him to continue.
"Would it be okay...if um...if we slowed things down a bit?" he asks, nervously, fiddling his thumbs.
"That's it? That's what you wanted to ask me? Of course that's okay, Tilly. Why would you think it's not okay?" I say, taking a deep breath as I calmed down.
"I don't know. I just feel like we've been in a relationship since forever and I feel bad asking in case you didn't want to...I don't know" he mumbles.
I wrap my arms around his shoulders and pull him back on top of me. He turns around, burying his face in my chest.
"Sorry" he says into my sweatshirt.
"Tilly, don't be sorry. I know what you mean. I feel like we've been dating since forever, but we haven't. If we want to make this work, we have to treat it like a real relationship" I say.
He looks up at me, his eyes fluttering.
"Really?"
I kiss his forehead, hugging him to me.
"Yes, really. I'll do whatever it takes to make this work" I tell him.
"Thanks, babe" he whispers, giving me a small, sweet smile.
I just take his bottom lip between mine, and kiss him. He hums as our lips lace together, and he cups my jaw, softly rubbing my cheekbones. I pull away from his lips, giving him one last peck before resting my forehead against his.
"Wow" I breathe.
"I'm never going to get used to that" he says, smiling at me.
"Let's keep watching" I say, resisting the urge to intertwine our lips again.
"Or we can just make out" he suggests.
"Yeah, let's do that" I giggle, pulling him closer to me.
"Tell me how far we can go, okay?" I ask against his lips.
"Shut up and kiss me" he says, grabbing my neck and pulling my lips into his.
I groan, one hand pressing against his lower back, and my other hand laying against his face. Our lips move together, almost lazily, in the dim sunlight. The TV is still playing softly behind us, providing us with dull whitenoise. Our legs are entangled underneath the fluffy, grey duvet that is draped over our bodies. One of Tyler's hands is resting flat against my chest, the other playing with the hair at the nape of my neck. When he pulls away for air, I take the oppurtunity to stare into his eyes. His colorful, animated eyes that seem to change color with his mood. It's like looking into an addicting kaliedescope. He pecks my bottom lip, nuzzling his face into my neck. I take a deep breath, clenching my eyes shut, and just soaking in this moment. His hands creep up my sweatshirt, his small fingers splaying across my back and pulling me closer to him.
We both let out a small sigh, cuddling together, and turning our attention back to the TV screen.
I could get used to this.
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A/N:
I got a question. Where did the nickname TimTam come from? I see it in so many Troyler fics but I never understood where it came from? SOMEONE INFORM ME PLEASE.
(fix my mistakes pleaseee)
Also, thanks for your lovely comments last chapter, I really needed that.
I was going to turn it all into Tyler dreaming so that when he wakes up Troye would come back from breaking up with Caleb and not kiss Tyler and they wouldn't be together, but there is still more drama coming in this book so I think we could all use a break from drama right now. So, yes they are REALLY together at the moment.
That's all for now
I love you my marshmallow peeps <3 xx
