Troyler One-Shot Collection

♣The Photo Booth Pt. 1♣️

"Hi there!" I jumped away from the box, startled, and turned to meet the flamboyant voice from towards the house. A boy, probably around the same age as me, ambled down the front porch, hand outstretched. "You must be my new neighbor, right?"

"Uh... Yeah, I guess," I replied slowly, no doubt a blush in my face. I raked my eyes over him, drinking him in, fascinated by him for reasons unfathomable to me. He had blonde ( probably dyed ) hair,mistyped up in a quiff similar to mine except higher up, black ray ban glasses that everyone was wearing now a days - yet suited him in a way that they didn't anyone else - and a short, compact yet still fit physique. Right away, I could tell that he was a very out-going person, loud, energetic, loves to have fun.

I noticed that he still has his hand out, waiting for me to shake it, and took it before the wait became too long to not be considered awkward. He squeezed in a firm grasp, and I squeezed back, hoping I replicated the gesture. "I'm Tyler Oakley, AKA new guy." He nodded towards the boxes. "And that stuff was left in my room; you can have whatever you want."

"It all belonged to Connor," I said distractedly, the way he called it his room now sounding weird in my ears, though I guessed it was the truth: his house, his room. That's how moving in works.

"Is he a friend of yours?"

"He was," I told him, trailing off towards the end. I didn't want to bother him with old friendships of mine.

He cracked a smile, looking at me in amusement. "That's all I get? No details, nothing?" I shrugged, smiling bashfully, my mind still stuck on his smile. It was bright, stunning, inviting, like I could be whoever and whatever I wanted around him.

He glanced back at the house, and looked at me with a new light in his eyes. "Would it be absolutely outrageous if I asked you to help me bring my stuff in?"

"Yes," I replied shortly. He blinked at me, as if I slapped him, before a smile of my own creeped up on me. "But I'll do it anyways."

He brightened considerably, his eyes dancing with an emotion I didn't understand, and with that, I helped him move the boxes.

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"So, do you go to Rosewood Day, too? That's where I'm starting this year," Tyler told me, forty-five minutes later. After several trips and a lot of struggle with the heavier ones, we managed to bring the rest of the packed boxes inside the house, and Tyler had invited me inside his room, to hang out for a while.

The two of us were sprawled on his bed, and have been mindlessly chattering for a few minutes, my heart fluttering and my stomach churning every time he brushed against me, or glanced at me a certain way, as if really seeing me instead of just looking at me like everyone else does.

I figured out pretty early that he wasn't like the typical Rosewood resident, and was... Himself. Uncensored, unedited, uncovered Tyler Oakley. It was refreshing, not having to participate in whatever game everyone else was constantly playing at all times. His presence relaxed me, letting my guard rest and giving me freedom to say things I couldn't normally tell anyone else without being called names.

"Yeah, it's where I go. I'm starting sophomore year. You?" I asked, reading my eyebrows. Please be the same year as me, I pleased silently.

"Yeah, same," he replied. He looked at me, grinning unabashedly. "We might be in some of the same classes."

"I guess I'll seeing some more of you, then." I looked down, embarrassed by how excited I was to get the chance to see him again, even if it was at school. I gritted my teeth, reminding myself that I shouldn't get so worked up over him like this. It could lead to those feelings that have always been at the back of my head being resurfaced, and knowing my family, friends, and where I lived, that wasn't the best idea.