about two days into college and i already have sleeping problems. i just can't fall asleep. i'm always thinking about things that keep me awake.
luckily i only have class about three days of the week so i can rest on the other four.
"what classes do you have today?" troye asked me while he was getting dressed.
i haven't seen hoying at all after art class last week. i also still don't know his first name. does he even have a first name? maybe i just made him up in my head. what if i made everything up and this universe is-
"mitch? i asked you something." troye gently kicked my leg, laughing.
"oh, right. sorry. what did you ask again?"
"classes?" he said while he put on an oversized sweater. he looks so good in oversized clothes.
"ehhm... english, history, music,..."
"... art?" troye said smirking.
"art... oh, art! right!" i jumped up from my bed and threw my pencils loose in my bag.
"i think that's the only class we have together today." troye sighed and put some stuff in his bag.
"ugh." i groaned. classes without troye suck. i've only had one class without troye so far and it was boring as fuck.
"did you have english yet?" troye asked while grabbing his bag. he walked to the door and opened it, waiting for me to follow him.
"nope." i also got my bag and went up to him.
"nah, me neither."
we started walking to our first class.
"how are things with you and bixenman?" i jokingly elbowed troye's arm.
"just as good as you and hoying."
"so... really bad?" we both laughed.
troye had to go to his french class and i went to english. of course i was the first one again. this time there really wasn't anyone else.
i found a seat, plopped down my bag on the table and sat down. i got out my phone and immediately texted troye.
u:
heyo
ozzie:
yO bitch
u:
literally no ones here
ozzie:
really B)
u:
uhm yes whats with the sunglasses
ozzie:
i think his name is jacob or something
u:
who tf
ozzie:
bixenman
jacob bixenman
troye sivan-bixenman
sivan-bixenman or bixenman-sivan
u:
both
but seriously his name is jacob
fancy
ozzie:
well i heard someone ask 'jacob' and he said yes so that's my source
u:
sounds legit
o wait someones coming
i heard the door open and looked up from my phone.
uhh it's hoying help
ozzie:
o god
don't say anything stupid please
he smiled at me and went to a seat. wowowow he has the best smile i've ever seen.
u:
I'M NOT KIDDING HE LITERALLY WENT TO THE OTHER SIDE OF THE ROOM AS SOON AS HE SAW ME
ozzie:
o
u:
should i say something
ozzie:
bitch no wth
let him wAit for you
hoying got out a notebook and a pen. he started sketching something and i was dying to know what it was.
u:
lord please let him turn around so i can see his face
ozzie:
sorry m8 gotta go
also the french teacher is a SNACK
u:
ew bye
i laughed, locked my phone and noticed that a few other people had walked into the room.
i looked over at the hoying guy. he was so concentrated on his note book, it was so cute.
i didn't even notice that the teacher walked in before he started speaking.
"hello class, i'm mr. sanders and i'll be teaching english to you all." he said with a deep voice.
a lot of people started complaining just at the thought of english and writing essays and tests and shit.
"just going to check if everyone's here." the teacher got out a list and started naming names.
"hoying?" no response.
"hoying?" again, no response. he was so busy sketching that he didn't hear the teacher.
"ugh, scott hoying?"
"what? oh, yeah, sorry." hoying said. scott? his name is scott. what a perfect name ugh.
i got out my phone and texted troye.
u:
scott
ozzie:
really? thats such a cute name
u:
scott hoying
^
:)))
ozzie:
bitch please
you need to get to know him before you can get all sappy and shit
u:
i know but no
aNxiEtY
ozzie:
i feel u
"grassi?" mr. sanders called.
"here." i turned off my phone and responded.
my eyes automatically trailed off to hoyi- scott and i don't know why.
well, i do know why. because he's so pretty.
i felt my phone vibrate and saw that it was a text from troye.
ozzie:
whats he doin
u:
hes drawing :)
drawing...
hes looking this way help me
scott looked my way for a slight second before immediately turning his head back to his paper.
ozzie:
what did he do
u:
he looked at me for one second before looking away
what does that mean
ozzie:
he probably likes you
u:
really ???
ozzie:
idfk im just saying something
or he can FEEL you staring at him.
u:
isn't that a thing
that you can feel when someone's looking at you
ozzie:
listen
i have no clue
what i do know is i have to go do french or something
so bye
i put my phone away and focused on the teacher.
-
the entire class was just mr. sanders blabbing about useless stuff and me staring at scott.
we didn't even get an assignment or anything, which is fine, but still.
when class was over i went to search for troye.
u:
where tf r u hun
ozzie:
our room
come here
we can get coffee
at starbucks because we're basic
u:
cumming
troye:
fUckk
i laughed and went to our dorm room. me and troye's humor is gay and gross.
i walked up to out room and slammed the door open.
"hi bitch!" i said, scaring troye a lot.
"stop!" he laughed and stood up from his bed.
"let's get coffee."
i nodded and put my bag on my bed.
"i haven't had coffee in, like, three days." i said, following him outside.
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side note:
i picture mitch as how he looked before he grew the stach and scott as how he does now sort of, but you can picture them any way you want.
you want 2010 fetus scott n mitch? go for it
i literally don't care. but i am gonna say on some occasions like what outfit they wear and shit but not like 'ohh mitch had his bright ass purple ass hair in a ponytail' idfk so yeah
thanks for reading and should i do like a question at the end of each chapter? yeh? ok i will stop screaming at me.
what's your favorite color?
mine is black like my soul (wow EMO)
and blue like scott's eyes
pls vote and comment and ily all sorry for swearing so much i can't help it ❤❤