- TROYE -
I swung me and Tyler's interlocked hands back and forth, dramatically. He kept laughing his amazing laugh, and that was all I wanted.
I wanted him to forget about his previous headache.
I wanted to make him laugh.
I wanted to make him smile.
As we reached the cars, Tyler started letting go of my hand to get into his car.
I gripped his hand tighter, refusing to let him go.
He looked at me, confused.
"Marcus? How far is the hotel from here if we walk?" I ask.
"Um...about 15 minutes? Why? Are you guys gonna walk?" Marcus asks.
I look at Tilly to confirm, and he nods his head.
"Yeah, we'll meet you guys at the hotel" I say.
Marcus tells me the directions and then the cars drive off.
"What was that for?" Tyler asks.
I grab his hand again, craving the comfort it provides.
"No reason. Just wanted to spend some time with you" I reply.
I can see him blush, and we begin walking through the dimly lit city.
"So...what happened back there?" I ask Tyler.
- TYLER -
My eyes widen at his question. What was he talking about? Did I do something wrong? Was it about our almost-kiss?
Play it cool, Ty.
"What do you mean?" I stutter.
"I couldn't help but notice....when Lynn was flirting with me...you were jealous." he says.
I gasp at his accusation.
"I WAS NOT" I insist.
"Listen, Ty. I get it. You just can't stand it when other people flirt with me. It's fine" he smirks.
"I WAS NOT JEALOUS" I repeat.
"Sure, whatever you say" he laughs.
"TROYEEE"
"Yeah, of course you weren't jealous."
I frowned and pulled my hand away from his.
He froze after my hand left his.
I crossed my arms and walked away from him, and sat down on a bench and sulked.
"Tillyyy" Troye whines.
He comes and sits down next to me. I scoot away from him. He scoots closer. I scoot further. He scoots closer.
Pretty soon, I am pressed up against the armrest of the bench.
"Tilly" he whispers in my ear.
His hand lands on my thigh as it starts to move upwards.
"Don't be mad" he whispers in my neck.
His hand rises to my arms as it moves towards my hands.
He takes my hand in his again.
"Please, hold my hand" he whispers into my shoulder.
My heart melts, but I pull my hand away.
"Tilly, I'm sorry. Please, I need your hand" he whispers, putting his head on my shoulder.
I sigh and relax my body. He gingerly picks up my hand, and takes it in his.
"It's a good thing you're cute" I mumble.
He laughs and pulls me up, as we start walking towards the hotel again.
We talk about maybe going to FanFest together.
Troye is raising our hands up and I look at him, confused.
He gently lays his lips on the back of my hand, squeezing it tight.
My heart skips a beat.
Shit.
My heart is not supposed to skip a beat.
It's Troye.
Troye.
My friend, Troye.
My heart is not supposed to skip a beat.
But it did.
It skipped a beat.
A/N:
Mini chapter:)
MAYBE MAYBE MAYBE
another chapter tonight?
idk we'll see...
i love you all you beautiful chocolate raisins <3
xx
