***inspired by You Make It Hard Not To Stare, a oneshot by favtroyler ***
Tyler POV
"Tyler? Can you answer question number 14 for the class please?" I broke my stare away from the one and only Troye Mellet, who was one row ahead of me and 3 seats over, as the teacher called my name.
"Um.." I looked down to my paper to see that no, I didn't have number 14 done. I didn't have any question after number 5 done. "No, Miss Porter."
"Tyler, pay attention in class." She sighed before calling on one of my classmates. I immediately went back to staring at Troye, but blushed furiously when I realized he was looking at me with a superior smirk on his face. He winked at me before turning his attention back to the teacher, leaving me confused and blushing trying to catch up on the questions I missed.
I was just getting to number 10 when the person beside me, Gabbie, tapped my shoulder. I turned around and she just silently passed me a note and mouthed 'It's for you.' before going back to her work. I turned back around before opening the note.
Can I meet you at your locker at dismissal today? -Troye
I hurriedly wrote my answer and handed it back to Gabbie, telling her to pass it on to Troye. The last two classes passed by in a flash and I was putting my last books away before he came to my locker.
"Hey Ty." He said, leaning against the locker next to mine.
"Hi Troye.." I fumbled about trying not to act stupid in front of him as I gathered my things to head home. That didn't work, because the next thing I did was drop my math book.
"I wanna talk to you. Would you wanna come over?" He asked, picking up my book and handing it to me.
"Um...s-sure, yeah." I inwardly curse myself at the fact that I stuttered when our fingers touched as he passed me my book. I could tell he noticed because he just smirked before leaning back against the locker.
"I'm driving home. Would you like a ride? I can drive you home later if you'd like as well." He said kindly as I shut my locker door.
"Sure." I agreed, keeping my eyes downcast as an attempt to flaming cheeks hidden from his view. Once I'm done I follow him to his car. The drive to his house is silent, except for the radio and his dazzling voice every once in a while.
"My family isn't home. I'll give you a tour of the house." He says and I don't ask any questions, just follow him, not wanting to make a fool of myself. We go all around the house and I am surprised at how big it is, considering how small it looks from the outside. Lastly we arrive at his room. When we go inside the first things I see are his blue walls and grey bedsheets with fairy lights around the headboard. He has a desk up by a window with a laptop and camera on it, and a microphone and piano in one corner of the room. It's cute.
"Thanks." He chuckled, throwing himself on his bed, gesturing for me to do the same. My eyes widen.
"Did I say that out loud?" I question. He laughs at my confusion and nods his head, leaving me flushed as I sit myself gently on the edge of the bed.
"So..." he says, crawling towards me slowly from his end of the bed. "I think I've realized a couple of things recently." I gulped.
"O-oh really?" I stutter, starting to shake as he makes his way closer to me.
"Yeah, really." He whispers. "Would you like me to tell you what I think?" I nod and he takes a breath before continuing in a whisper. "I think that you like me." My breath catches in my throat and I don't meet his eyes. "Want to know my reasoning?" He keeps whispering from ear to ear, making my eyes fall shut. Yet still, I nod. "The first reason is because I keep seeing you stare at me during my class." My eyes snap open and my cheeks start heating up. "But it's okay because I love the attention. You should know that by now." He winks and I turn the other way completely. But then, to my surprise, I feel two of his fingers on my jawbone, and he gently turns my head to face him again. "And my second reason is because whenever I'm around you you either fumble around or start stuttering, which I know for a fact you don't do around your friends." I'm sure he can hear my heart beating in my chest, but he still continues. "So Tyler," he runs his fingers up and down my arm, "are my suspicions true? Do you...like me?" He presses a barely there kiss to my cheek and I try to swallow to wet my dry throat. I suddenly have a bit of courage and nod my head.
"Yeah Troye. I do like you. I like you a lot." I close my eyes, not sure if I'm ready for his reply.
"That's good, because I like you a lot too. Tyler Oakley, would you go on a date with me?" He asks in a normal voice. I can't believe my ears, so my eyes snap open.
"W-what?!"
"Would you like to go on a date with me?" He asks again patiently.
"Um yeah.." I feel my cheeks hear up again, "I'd like that a lot."
Was this cute? I hope this was cute.
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