beach boy

one hundred ninety four

my phone buzzed in my pocket and i glanced at it : peter

"troye your boyfriend texted you"

"what? who?" he asked in surprise sitting up

"peter OBVIOUSLY"

he rolled his eyes "oh. i dont even like him he seems like a total douche"

at that moment troye was talking about how he can "see right through peter" and i wasnt paying attention because the sunlight was in his face and his blue eyes sparkled. his hair looked perfect and so did he.

i held my phone up to look like i was texting somebody, but really i was taking a picture of a masterpiece named troye.