- TYLER -
"Troyeeeee. Wake up" I ordered.
He groaned and shoved his face back into my chest.
"Trrroyyeeee" I said.
He was mumbling into my chest. And I'm guessing they weren't exactly very nice things he was saying.
"Troye." I repeat.
"TroyeTroyeTroyeTroyeTroyeTroyeTroyeTroyeTroye" I say, poking his soft cheek.
"FINE. I'm up" he groans, sitting up and stretching his arms.
"On second thought..." I grab his waist and pull him back on top of me.
"TILLYY. I just got up" he complains, but snuggles into me again, his eyes fluttering shut.
"You're right. We should get dressed" I quickly get up and smirk when his head hits the mattress.
"I hate you" he mumbles.
I smile, and start getting ready for the day of travel ahead of us.
---
"We'll take Route 42, yeah?" Marcus asked.
Louis nodded, and they continued their discussion of our travelling schedule.
"ALRIGHT, LET'S GET GOING" Alfie declares.
"Bye, Tilly" Troye says, walking away from me.
"What. We don't get a goodbye?" Marcus, Caspar, and Joe faked a look of hurt.
"That's cause Tyler is special, plus if I don't say bye he'll whine like a child" Troye winks at them.
I roll my eyes at their dialogue with each other.
"Bye, Twink" I say. Troye sticks his tongue out at me, and I laugh.
"TEXT ME" I yell to Troye right before I step into ours.
---
Troye and I were in seperate cars, yet some how still right next to each other. We were both surfing through the Troyler tag and sending each other the best gifs and edits.
He just sent me this one gif, and I burst out laughing once I saw it.
"What are you laughing at?" Joe asks.
"Nothing, just something Troye sent me" I say, smiling down at the screen.
Marcus coughed.
"Speaking of Troye..." Marcus started.
"We need to talk" Caspar finishes.
I look up at them, confused.
"Sure...what about Troye?"
"Um...it's more about...you and Troye" Joe says.
Wait...was everyone in on this except for me?
"Okay..." I trailed off, urging them to continue.
"So, when are you two gonna...you know? Get together?" Marcus asks.
I snort at his question.
My smile quickly falls when I realize they were serious. Dead serious.
"Are you kidding? Troye's like...one of my best friends" I say.
I would have clearly said my best friend if it wasn't for my three other amazing friends sitting in the car with me.
"So?" asks Joe.
"SOOO...we're just friends. Besides, he's only 18" I say.
"But he's really mature" Caspar says, defending Troye.
