Late Night Love (A Tronler AU)

Cool

(Tyler's P.O.V.)

I wake up to the sound of no alarm. My very own excitement for today's events make me open my eyes and grin widely at the ceiling. I jump out of bed as if I have energy enough to never close my eyes again, and I hurry into the ever so ironic closet and carefully pick out an outfit worthy of what is happening today.

Alright, I might not be meeting the Queen of England or the President of the United States but something in me put my hopes up, regardless of the seemingly simple plans.

Hannah's words still stand out in my mind like a footprint in the freshly fallen snow; It's quite unbelievable you two haven't met yet, I'm sure you would find Troye pretty remarkable.

I guess it is a bit silly. I mean, I'm just meeting my friend's friend, nothing else. But something about the whole ordeal just excites me like a little chubby kid on Christmas morning. I don't know. I genuinely do not know.

I'm just excited.

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"Hi!" I exclaim enthusiastically as I hug Connor with a smile.

"Hey, you ready to go?" he asks and I roll my eyes at the stupid question.
"Obviously."

We sit down in the car and Connor starts driving. I can't seen to stop smiling and I internally slap myself at my dumb excitement. I glance over at Connor. At least I'm not the only one, I think when I see his ecstatic grin.

After the short drive to 'Hangrid's' house (the silly nickname our friend group had coined the couple since we started noticing their infatuation with each other.) Con and I jump out of the chicory-blue car and knock on the door in front of us.

"Conler!" Hannah shouts happily and hugs the both of us. (At this point our love for using ship names must be obvious.)
We greet Ingrid as well and after exchanging a few friendly words I spot him.

Troye.

I gasped, immediately blushing, fearing that everyone heard it.

But I couldn't help it.

I look at him, he looks at me. I smile at him, I only receive a blink. My eyes follow his features, his outfit, his body's curves, I take in his everything.

One thought pops into my mind and it never leaves.

He looks so cool.

Maybe it's his pale, milky skin. Maybe it's his subtle-charcoal-black varsity jacket. Maybe it's his effortlessly messy hair.

But something about that boy just screams cool.

I stand there, transfixed on this strangers coolness, and I almost don't notice it when Connor says something. I don't hear it, I just continue staring at Troye, partly waiting for him to respond, partly just because he's pretty.

He doesn't say anything anything for awhile, the tension in the room slowly building up like a tower. But then he does and I think I might just crumble.

"Hi."

A single word. A simple meaning.
Yet I melt.

His voice is deep adding to this coolness. It's smooth, but at the same time somehow not. It is as if he hasn't spoken a word for years, as if heartless people in a fantasy universe has kept him locked up for an eternity and just now, in this very moment, he is set free. And it's beautiful.