The Lucky Ones {Troyler}

Two

-Troye's Point of View-

My life spirals out of control as I look down to my phone to see comments left by classmates as well as anonymous subscribers. None of them seem to be pleasent, and I don't want to be seen.

"What's wrong?" The boy standing in front of me only known as Tyler Oakley asks. I have to admit to myself, after I posted my 'Coming Out' video, I kind of hoped he would see it. I've had a big crush on him since I moved here a month ago.

"Just, uhh, my Facebook." I say quietly, trying not to get too overwhelmed by the fact that I'm talking to my crush, hoping he doesn't think I'm stupid like everyone else. I lock my phone and slide it back into my pocket, not wanting to have to deal with it anymore.

"Come on, let's go the recording studio right now." He says with a big smile on his face, taking me by surprise as he grabs my hand and pulls me along to go somewhere without letting me protest.

The sun beats down on my neck and reach up and place my hand at the back of it. It's a nervous habit that I can't seem to break. Luckily, Tyler doesn't know that I'm nervous when I'm around him just yet.

He opens the car door on the passenger side and looks over to me. I look at him and our eyes lock. My knees begin to buckle and I have to lock them to keep from falling, so I make no move to get in the car. I would love to go with him, I mean I trust him and all, but we did officially just meet.

"Come on, it'll be fun." He says, walking around to the other side of the car, looking at me the entire time. I wonder if he means to, or if it's just by accident.

"I-I don't know.." I stutter, looking down as I feel my face heat up and blood rush to my cheeks. I know I'm blushing because the only thought running through my mind is how cute this boy standing before me is.

"I promise you won't regret it." He says as he gets in the car, leaving me to decide to walk away or get in the open car door.

To hell with it. I think as I take my guitar case off of my back and throw it in the back seat, taking my place in front on the passenger seat next to Tyler.

"Let's get out of this town." I say, looking over to him with a small smile. I had never anything like this, going some place spontaneously. I kind of liked it.

Tyler laughs and starts the car, pulling away from the college and out of town to his dad's studio. I know he's six years older than I am and there is no logical chance of us happening, but for a moment I let myself think it might be possible.

I know I shouldn't, but I pull out my phone again and stare at the screen, dreading what I'll read.

I open it and scroll through, seeing anonymous hate comments, and comments with stinging words from people I've seen around school. I excepted there to he homophobia, but not to this extent.

"What's wrong?" Tyler asks again. I see him glance over at me with a concerned look on his face. I don't know if he's seen the video, but I don't want to seem weird.

"It's just-ah-a video I posted. It's..it's uhm, it's nothing." I manage to get out, hopefully without completely embarrassing myself.

"Hey, Troye, it's okay. I, personally, think boys are highly attractive and anyone who says otherwise can shove it up their asshole." Tyler says, adding a light laugh at the end.

I look over at him with a small smile on my face, knowing for sure that he did see my video, and he accepted me. I know now also that he too is gay, so I actually have a chance with the guy of my dreams.

It takes about 15 minutes to get out of town and pull up to the music studio. I stare at it for what seems like ages, but is probably only a few minutes.

"You ready?" I hear Tyler's voice ask, pulling the keys out of the ignition.

I nod and open my door, grabbing my guitar from the back seat and slinging it back over my shoulder.

My mind begins to wander back to the comments left on the video, memories of being bullied at my old school comb back as I feel a hand touch my shoulder.

"Come on, you'll be great." Tyler says in that absolutely lovely American accent. He smiles at me and I feel absolutely comfortable in this moment.

We walk inside and I'm surrounded by music memorabilia, records and pictures signed by famous artists. I look around and smile, I am home.

Tyler leads me to the back where the studio is and ushers me inside. I set down my case and open it up, taking my guitar out. I sit on the stool in front of the microphone and let my hand strum over the strings, the guitar in my hand feels right.

Tyler smiles from the control panel and gives me a thumbs up, giving me the go-ahead.

I begin to strum the slow opening chords as I feel my voice begin to sway to the tune I had made.

"The weight of a simple human emotions brings me down, more than the tank ever did. The pain.. It's determined and demanding to ache, but I'm okay.."

My mind races back to why I wrote the song. Sure, The Fault in Our Stars played some part.. But others were from his own experiences. People teasing him because of his freak parents as weird attractions.

I stop singing and get up, knowing I shouldn't be here, that this was wrong. I begin to breath a bit heavier as the memories flood my brain and can't seem to focus.

I try to control my breathing and keep going but it doesn't seem to work. Tears sting at the back of my eyes trying to break through the surface as I try not to let them. I'm not going to let an anxiety attack get in the way of this opportunity.

But somehow my mind takes over and I don't know where I am, thrown back to the hallways of middle school and high school where I wasn't accepted and ridiculed and picked on.

I can't stop myself from dropping my prized guitar as I'm thrown back into a horrid memory of sophomore year:

I peak around the corner to see if anyone is there, no where seems to be safe anymore. I see the coast is clear and begin to swiftly walk to my locker to get my math book.

"Hey queer, where do you think you're going?" Dean, a boy who has bullied me from the beginning, asks me as I hesitatingly close my locker.

"N-nowhere." I manage to stutter out, avoiding eye contact at all costs.

"Wrong." Dean says as he pushes me to the lockers as the hallway clears out. Of course when Dean is around, no one else is.

He knocks me to the ground and I can't get myself back up.

"Please, j-j-just let me g-go." I say softly, pleading for them to stop. My rib cage is already bruised from the day before and I don't know what I'll tell my parents.

"J-just let me g-g-go." One of them mocks as another kicks me in the stomach.

I give up protesting and let myself crumple to the floor as the barrage of insults and physical harm come my way.

Suddenly someone is shaking my shoulder. Thinking it was one of the bullies I shove him off, done with everything.

"Hey.. Hey.." A soft voice says, bringing me completely back.

I open my eyes and look up to see Tyler sitting beside me. I guess I had fallen to the floor in my panic attack.

"Hey, are you alright?" He asks softly, looking at me with big eyes.

I shake my head and put it in my hands, completely and utterly embarrassed.