*Tyler's POV*

I leaned back in my seat, closing my eyes. I wasn't actually tired in the slightest, but I wanted a bit of time to myself. I needed to think. Now that I'd spent a day with Troye I had no doubt in my mind that he was the type of person I wanted to get to know, not that I really had before. The little thrills it gave me when he let his guard down and gave me glimpses into his life were unlike anything I'd ever experienced in my life. Getting even the simplest information out of him felt like an accomplishment. I'd gotten carried away with the singing thing though, and I had mentally slapped myself nearly a hundred times over it already. Of course he wasn't comfortable enough to sing in front of me yet, I knew that. But can you really blame me for getting excited when an already cute boy tells me he has a hidden talent that makes him even more attractive? 

In truth, that was hardly a good thing when I actually thought on it. If there was one thing Troye Sivan did not need, it was to be any more attractive than he already was. As it was I was having trouble reminding myself of the whole 'in the closet' thing and that I had to 'take things slow'. Do you know how cute it would have been to kiss him in the rain instead of just laughing when we locked eyes? I sighed quietly, not wanting to alert him I was actually awake. Can you imagine his reaction though? I'd be living in a dream land if I actually believed he'd want to kiss me back already. He'd shove me off and tell the entire school without a second's hesitation. No, I had to wait if I wanted this to work. It'd be worth it though. It'd be so worth it.

"Tyler! Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey!" I felt a pair of soft hands on my arm then, jostling me softly. I still groaned though, making an overly big deal of my rising. I hated being woken up before I was completely rested. I turned slowly, examining Troye. He was staring at me with huge lemur eyes and a smirk on his lips, as if he'd been waiting for me to wake up for a very long time. 

"I hate you." I stated simply, curling back into a ball facing away from him. I smiled happily when he didn't retort immediately, saturating in the last few minutes of 'sleep' I was getting. We actually stayed silent for a long time, to the point I actually got curious what was going on and sat up, abandoning my shut-eye. Troye was looking out his window, seemingly in deep thought as he chewed on his lip. I wonder what it is he spends all his time thinking about, he always seems to be lost inside his head. I glanced at the clock, cringing when I read 9pm. My mother is going to be livid by the time I got home. First I skip school and now I don't even giver her an explanation as to why I'm out so late. Still, I didn't find myself in any rush to leave.

"Hey, Tro-"

"Why are you talking to me? I thought you hated me." He asked, turning to face me with a smirk on his lips. I rolled my eyes, sinking down further in my seat.

"That was sleepy Tyler, he says a lot of stupid things." Troye outright laughed at this, his bubbly giggle filling the small space. I felt my lips twitch too, fighting off the smile that always seemed to accompany his laughter. He mumbled something then, sounding very similar 'you're telling me'. I was curious what he meant by it, but I also got the vibe I wasn't meant to hear it to begin with, so I didn't question him. Eventually he settled down, his big toothy smile fading into a small smirk as he looked over at me.

"It's getting late for a school night." He observed, looking out across the parking lot again. I bit my lip, nodding in agreement.

"Yeah."

"We should probably head home soon." He continued, though the statement sounded more like a question than it should have.

"Yeah, probably." I mumbled non-commitally, looking out my window as well. Everything he was saying was true and we both realized that, but neither of us were making a move to leave. We sat in silence for a while longer, both of us dreading the inevitable.

"So, I guess I'll see you at school tomorrow. Well, I mean, we probably won't talk at school but I will see you there and I guess that's what I said anyway, but I just felt the need to clarify in case-"

"Troye! I get it! I'll see you at school tomorrow." I laughed, ending his rambling. He could be so awkward at times, but in the adorable way. I glanced over at him, taking in his obviously flustered appearance. He was blushing, running his hand through his hair repeatedly to the point it was losing hold and flopping down against his forehead.

"Yeah, sorry..." He mumbled awkwardly, rolling his bottom lip between his teeth. He looked out the window again for a moment, snapping back to look at me almost immediately. "Hey! What are you doing Friday night? We should do something." I smiled excitedly, my heartbeat speeding up. He'd invited me out again! I mean, of course we were going to go out again regardless, but the fact that he was the one to initiate it felt so significant. He hardly ever bothered with anyone, but he was going out of his way to hangout with me. I blinked, actually taking his question into consideration now that the initial shock had worn off. Shit, I have football practice Friday night, I can't really blow that off. 

"I'm busy actually-"

"Oh, yeah, of course you are! That's fine-" I rolled my eyes at his rambling this time, reaching over to shove him playfully.

"Troye! Let me finish! I've got practice on Friday, but I'm free Saturday, if the offer still stands." I offered, looking at him expectantly. He nodded, beaming a big smile at me.

"Definitely! What do you want to do?" 

"Don't ask me, I told you it was your turn to pick next time." He blushed, his eyes falling to the floor. We sat in silence for a minute as he seemingly thought over our options, twiddling his thumbs in concentration.

"Do you think we could maybe just hang-out at my place? I mean, we could go somewhere if you really want, but I'm trying to cut down on my gas expenses." I'd be lying if I said my heartbeat didn't speed up at the thought of seeing the Mellet household, seeing Troye's room, hanging out with him without having to worry about anyone else interrupting. I was positively ecstatic.

"No, that sounds great! What time should I be there?" He recited the schedule then, though I was only half paying attention. The only thing that really registered was him asking for my number, my only reaction being to pass my phone to him. I knew he was wealthy from the car, I wonder what his house looks like. And his room, I wonder if it reflects his personality. Maybe I'd learn even more about him through it. I blinked, realizing I hadn't even heard what time. Oh well, I'd just show up at some time and either be fashionably late or annoyingly early. Hopefully he wouldn't mind. 

"Great, I look forward to it!" I beamed, turning to face him again. He was still blushing, but he managed to croak out a simple 'same' before his eyes fell back on the floor. I knew it was well past the time I was supposed to get out, but my legs felt useless and my heart heavy at the thought of leaving Troye. Sure, I'd see him on the weekend, but that was if I managed to cope with the withdrawals during the week beforehand. It wasn't fair at all. I was going to see him all around school and not be able to interact with him because of stupid social statuses, what kind of bullshit is that? 

I reluctantly looked back up at his face, taking in all of his features in a hurry. Thankfully he was still looking down so he couldn't see me checking him out, I could only imagine what kind of a mess that would result in. I reeled myself in, forcing my eyes off of him.

"Alright, I really do have to go now." I sighed, unbuckling my seatbelt. He just nodded in understanding, watching as I reached for my bag by my feet. I sat it on my lap, looking back to him one last time. I flashed a quick smile, forcing myself to reach for the door handle. My fingers had just curled around it when I felt his hand on my arm. I looked over my shoulder with a smile, raising my eyebrows inquisitively.

"Yes?"

"I, uh, I just wanted to say I had a lot of fun today. And I just wanted to say thanks, I guess." His quiet nervous voice is enough to make my stomach flip, that's not even mentioning how big and blue his eyes look in the darkness. The rain is still pounding on the roof but it seems totally distant as my eyes fall on his lips yet again. I really need to stop thinking about kissing him, at the very least when we're together. Just because he doesn't have a girlfriend doesn't mean he's gay, and I really shouldn't get my hopes up. I flicker my eyes up to meet his, giving a smile full of admiration.

"Thank-you, Troye Sivan, this is the best day I've had in a long time." I beamed, hurrying to turn around and get out of the car. Not because I wanted to leave him, but mostly because the more his face lit up at my words the more I felt my self-restraint slipping. Hey, I was a teenage boy, not a saint, you can't blame me for wanting to kiss someone so gorgeous, can you? I jogged through the rain, flying into my car and scowling. These seats were definitely not nearly as comfortable. I looked back out my window at his car, frowning even harder when I realized his windows were tinted. Totally not fair, he can see me but I can't see him. I stick my tongue out in his general direction, not even sure if he's watching, before starting my car. I was hit with a wave of relief when it actually started, though the feeling of dread was setting in in the back of my head. There were only so many times it'd start before it'd decide not to again, let's just hope I didn't have anywhere important to go the day it decides to quit on me. I jumped, hearing Troye's horn honk. I gave the finger in his general direction now, knowing he did it just to startle me. Cheeky little shit. I'd return the gesture, but my horn has been broken for about a month now, so that's not an option. Instead, I stomp my foot on the gas, speeding out of the parking lot ahead of him. I bet it'd be quite the insult to be outrun by my piece of shit car. 

His car stayed behind mine most the journey, though I had a feeling that was more because of the 'no passing' zone than the speed of my little jalopy. He was still following me when I pulled onto my road and I was a little happy to realize my house was on the way to school for him. He'd probably passed here everyday for ages and I'd never even known. Oh god, if only I'd bumped into him a couple years ago, I feel like my highschool experience as a whole would have been a lot better with him by my side. It wasn't until my house came into sight that the nagging feeling of insecurity settled in the pit of my stomach. Would he think any different of me when he seen the eyesore that was my house? Not that he really gave the snotty vibe, but he was obviously fairly wealthy to have a car that nice at his age, I couldn't really blame him if he looked down at me for this. The car was one thing, the junked up building I actually lived in was another. It wasn't like I could just turn around though, we were already on the road, he'd already seen the neighborhood. I guess I'd just have to trust he wouldn't hold this against me, that he was above trivial matters like money.

I slowed down my car, pulling into my driveway and holding my breath. It's not like I could really see his reaction, but I was still hella nervous. I turned the car off and wasted no time jumping out of the car, wondering if it was possible for me to get into the house before he drove by. I made it about a step away from the car when a loud noise made me jump back against the hood. I glared at the road where the familiar black Corvette was idling, right in front of my driveway. Great, wake up the whole neighborhood, why don't cha? It was arrogant and rude, but it was also insanely cute in a sense. I raised my hand in the air, giving him a huge sarcastic wave goodbye. I was half-worried he'd honk the horn again when he drove off into the night, leaving me standing in the middle of my driveway looking like an idiot, listening to my neighbor's dog bark endlessly. I had a blank expression on for a while before the events actually sunk in and I fell back against the hood yet again, but for totally different reasons. I legitimately squealed as I looked up at the stars, clutching my bag to my chest. Fuck, I had it bad. 

I was in the process of running back over every single thing that had happened today when the porch light flicked on. I blushed, watching my mother step out onto the deck in her pajamas. I stood up hastily, my face as red as a tomato as I stumbled over to the front door. She looked mad for a moment, before the expression immediately vanishing and her lips turning up into a smirk.

"Tell. Me. Everything!" She squealed, not giving me much say as she grabbed my hand and hauled me into the house. I wasn't about to say no though, any excuse to talk or think about Troye was completely okay in my books. 

I followed her into the kitchen, gratefully accepting a cup of tea from her and sipping at it quietly. She sat down across from me, watching me over the brim of her teacup in silence. Eventually she cracked, setting it down on the table in a hurry and making 'get along with it' hand gestures, her eyes wide.

"What?" I asked innocently, knowing very well what 'what' was. She scoffed at me, kicking my foot under the table.

"You were out with that boy, weren't you?" I had planned on denying it for a bit longer, but my bubbly giggle had obviously given it away. And so I melted onto the table, rambling on about everything and anything about Troye. She laughed and smiled right along with me, even cringing at awkward parts. It felt like hours of talking when I finally found myself at a loss for words. She reached across the table then, taking my hand in her own.

"He sounds lovely, Ty, when do I get to meet him?"

"Maybe someday soon, if you're lucky and promise not to embarrass me." I said strictly, glaring at her through my eyelashes. In truth, the idea of her meeting Troye both excited and scared me. Of course I wanted to show him off and let her in on that aspect of my life, but I was also terribly nervous what she'd think of him. I knew she wanted what was best for me no matter what, but what if she didn't think Troye fit into that category? What if she thought he was too mysterious, too different, too much work. I'd never really disagreed with her on anything in the past, but I also knew I'd have to if that happened. I'd only just met him and it was probably totally irrational, but I was positively infatuated with him. I'd never felt anything so strong in my whole life. It was like my emotions were on steroids whenever we were together, every single feeling heightened to extremes. I guess that had it's good sides, meaning when I was happy I was freaking ecstatic, but it also made me worry what it'd be like if we didn't work out. Being heartbroken wouldn't just be heartbroken, it'd be absolutely unbearable. That was an awful lot of weight to put on a relationship that had barely even begun. I didn't even know if he was gay! I was so invested in this already and it terrified me, but in a good way. You know those risks you just have to take or you know you'll never forgive yourself? This was one of them. Sure, the consequences were horrid if it didn't work out, but think of the benefits if it did. It was worth the risk. He was worth the risk.

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