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trois - boys

And he was shook by what he saw.

The lawn was filled up with trash and people with bottles of liquor in their hands, passed out, throwing up and a dim disco ball hung from a frail string of lights in the middle of the yard.

There were people near the swimming pool, near the entrance and almost everywhere, tired and passed out, almost dead and Troye felt like he had just entered a scene of some zombie apocalypse or some shit like that.

"Bordel de merde," Troye cursed under his breath, seeing the disgusting scenario around him and he felt like he was about to throw up if he stayed among the alcohol reeking atmosphere for five minutes more.

Being a french guy from a sophisticated french family, Troye was quite unknown to the ways of the American parties and he thought that it was annoying and simply stupid.

He somehow made his way to the front door, careful not to step on the puke that was lying around or even the empty alcohol bottles and beer cans. Half of the people were just shirtless and dozing off.

Troye heard some faint music coming from the inside of the large house and slowly entered it. looking around and seeing everything in such a mess.

He figured out from the large bean bags and the sofa that he must be in the living room and there were less people here, hardly a few, crashing on the couch.

Troye heard someone whistling and listening to it, he took a deep breath, following the whistling noise to the kitchen where a guy with jet black hair, gloves and blue eyes was whistling happily, wiping the kitchen counter and picking up the trash.

"Excusez-moi?" Troye asked, softly, clearing his throat nervously.

The guy with black hair, stopped working, looking up at Troye and quirking up his left eyebrow at the short guy.

"Uhm yeah?" The guy asked.

"Uhh, m-me Troye Sivan from country France?" Troye said, his voice low because he was unsure of what he was talking about. He did not know whether what he was saying was right or wrong.

"Oh, the french guy? Troye Sivan Mellet?" the guy asked with a beautiful smile.

And Troye felt more comfortable when he saw that smile as he nodded and then said, "Oui."

"Oh, we did not know that you were gonna arrive today. Otherwise, we would have come to fetch you from the airport. By the way, I am Phil, Phil Lester." The guy said, bringing his hand in the front for Troye who smiled and gave him a firm handshake.

"Nice to meet you, Troye and I am sorry for the mess everywhere, we had a party last night," Phil said, shrugging as he motioned the mess around him before picking up some trash again.

"It okay," Troye said.

"I like your french accent, its classy," Phil complimented and Troye just smiled again, though he was completely oblivious to what Phil had just said to him.

"Who are you talking to, Phil?" another guy approached from the back of the kitchen, wearing a black t-shirt and skinny jeans and he was freakishly tall, even taller than Phil.

"And who is this guy here? He looks pretty, though," Dan said as he pointed out to Troye who not knowing what he should do, just awkwardly waved and gave a smile as he said, "Bonjour."

"Ooh, he knows french too, thats a plus and hot too," Dan said.

"Dan, this is Troye, you know the french guy who is going to stay with us? And Troye, this is Dan, Dan Howell," Phil introduced them to each other as Dan gave the shorter, curly haired guy a cheeky smile and shook his hand too.

"Nice to meet you, Troye," Dan said.

"Nice to meet you," Troye tried to imitate whatever Dan said in a heavy french accent as Dan simply giggled at his innocence.

"Its 'Nice to meet you too', dork," Dan said.

"Oui, Nice to meet you too," Troye said, his cheeks red as he was ashamed and he felt embarrassed beyond imagination.

"I know not english goodly," Troye said, trying to explain the two boys.

"Ah, its alright, no need to worry, I am sure that someone at the Blair Academy would be your english tutor or the principal would appoint someone as the tutor and everything would be alright," Phil said, patting Troye's shoulder as Troye sighed because he was surely not able to understand what he said.

"My room?" Troye asked, gripping onto his trolley and looking up at the two guys.

He was just so tired and sleepy that he wanted to go up to his room, take a fresh cold water bath or shower and then just sleep through the jet lag.

"Well, I think go upstairs and then turn left, that room is reserved for you," Dan said as he got out some bread and peanut butter spread from the fridge and began to spread it on the bread.

"D'accord, merci beaucoup, thank you," Troye said with a smile as he waved the two guys a goodbye and with great difficulty made his way across the kitchen and the living room to the end of the stairs.

And then he tried to lift his trolley up but he sighed when he could not because he was literally drained out of energy.

"May I help?" Another guy with dark hair and a defined face structure, sharp cheekbones and pretty lips asked.

"Oui, thank you," Troye said again as he lifted half of the trolley and the guy lifted the other half, getting it easily up the stairs to the first floor.

"There it goes," the guy said as he placed the trolley on the tiled floor and gave a smile to Troye.

"I am Mitch," the guy said.

"Troye," Troye simply said.

"Oh, nice name, see you around buddy," the guy said as he walked downstairs again.

Troye sighed, strolling his trolley again to the right turn because he was confused which direction was left and which direction was right, thus taking the wrong turn.

And then, he came across a closed door which was white in colour and had a small harry potter stuck at the middle of it.

Troye smiled at the sticker because he really loved Harry potter, it was what his childhood was actually made up of.

And then he pushed open the door and he was twice as shook as before as what he had seen in front of him.

And then in one, two, three.

Troye screamed.

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