"Happy" Little Pill (A Troyler FanFiction)

Chapter 2

A.N. Hey guys! Sorry that i took so long to update this chapter! I had a lot of my story written down in a notebook and i lost it! ;-; but then i decided to change a part in my story. I promise I'll update more often!

Troye's POV

"I.... I'll tell you later." I brought out quickly. Goddammit Troye! I prepared myself to tell him this and then I wimp out at the last minute?! I sigh and lean back on the couch. Tyler's just staring at me now. His confused expression is really making me feel guilty. I brought him here just to tell him nothing.

"Okay, then...." He replies, "if you didn't want to tell me anything, then what?" I look down and twiddle my thumbs. I'm such an idiot. I should have made a back-up plan. Tyler picks my head up, which makes my heart race. "What's wrong?" He asks me. I open my mouth, but no words come out. I'm just stunned by how beautiful he is.

"I-I, uh," I manage to stammer. He just laughs. "It's okay, TimTam, when you want to tell me, tell me." I nod, and I hear Tyler's phone go off.

"Whoops, I'm late! I have to do a collab with Markus!" He hugs me, and heads out the door with a cheerful, "See ya Troye!" And I respond with a "Later, Tilly!" I sigh when the door shuts behind him.

"I.... I like you." I mutter.

Tyler's POV

Troye. Troye Troye Troye.

He's the only thing on my mind. He wants to tell me something, but then says he'll tell me later when I'm already there. I can't blame him, though. I probably would've done the same thing! I sigh and get in my car. I turn on the radio, and of course One Direction is on. Perfect! Troye likes them too. We both like them. They're hot. Troye's hot. I wish I could have stayed longer. I miss him.

My eyes widen as I snap back to reality. My car tires screech as I slam on the brakes, but my car still hits straight into the curb anyway. I hear something pop. Of course, it's my tire. Now I'm going to be extra late to my collab. I sigh and bring my car to the side of the road, and call Markus.

"Hey, it's me. I'm going to be pretty late. Oh, I hit the curb. I have a flat tire, too. Yeah, yeah, I know I can't drive. I'll see you later, bye!" Ugh. Now I have to get a new tire. I really wish I was still with Troye right now. Then I wouldn't be standing here, waiting for a guy to change my damn tires. Oh well, the guy could be hot.

Even after my car was fixed, (by a woman. Oh well.) I still couldn't focus on the road as much as I wanted. During the collab, I kept zoning out. Markus had to keep telling me that "There's actually a video happening. Isn't that great, Tyler, TYLER."

Oh well. I guess Troye has been getting into my head.

And I think I like it.