*Troye's POV*

Two week timeskip

"Tyler, come here!" I shouted, pulling a face when my chair started to tip. I still hadn't completely forgiven him for making me decorate the windows of the shop with window paint, my arms already tired from holding them up so high above my head to finish the top of my drawings. 

"Yeah, what do you need?" He announced his present with the question, making me look over my shoulder to greet him. He was standing a few feet away, wiping his hands on his apron and looking over all of my artwork I'd finished so far. Basically half a reindeer and a bunch of poorly drawn snowflakes that looked more like stars. He didn't make fun of them though, a bubbly smile finding his face as he bounded over to stand behind me. I thought he was just trying to get a closer look, thrown completely off-balance when he threw his arms around my hips, the highest place he could reach with me standing on the chair. However, that wouldn't be a problem for long, the worn-down chair shifting on it's legs and on the edge of tipping over.

"Oh my god! I'm gonna fall, Ty!" I screeched, the chair giving out the rest of the way. I squeezed my eyes shut, bracing to fall, surprised when Tyler just tightened his grip instead, holding me up.

"You really think I'd just stand here and let you fall?" He giggled, taking a step backward and letting me slip to the floor. I took a deep calming breath, adrenaline still rushing through my veins at the scare. It didn't last long though, different sensations shooting through me when I felt Tyler's breath hitting the back of my neck in this position, my entire body shivering.

"Tyler, you're breathing on my neck." I stated, wiping my voice of emotions so he'd understand just how unimpressed I was. He just giggled though, his hands slipping from where they laid wrapped around my stomach, traveling further up my body.

"Tyler. Tyler!" My warning went in vain though, his hands ending up on my chest in a matter of a few seconds and pinching both of my nipples simultaneously. I gasped, trying to step away from him but failing when he caught me with an arm wrapped around my stomach, pulling me back flush against him.

"I know I am." He purred, purposely blowing air all over my neck this time. I squirmed against him, not really having the self-discipline to actually tell him to let me go. It seemed I wouldn't have to though, the bell sounding as a customer walked inside. We lurched away from each other, blushing like mad as we looked over at the mother and her child shooting us weird glances.

"Hey guys! Anything I can help you with?" Tyler greeted, waving widely at the two of them. The mother shook her head, flashing us a smile after she'd finished.

"No, we're just stopping to grab some snacks for my daughter's lunch, we'll find it on our own." She walked off then, her daughter's hand tightly encased in her own as they headed to the food aisles of the store.

"So, what did you originally want when you called me over here?" Tyler asked, turning around to face me. His flirty mood seemed to have dissipated but that's okay, I wasn't really one for PDA anyway. Okay, I'm not so sure about that after the whole truth or dare thing a couple weeks ago, but I'm still claiming it until proved otherwise.

"I was wondering why we don't have red paint. It's kind of necessary for the reindeer's nose and Santa's outfit." I explained, looking over at the noseless reindeer and cringing. Why did he make me draw? Santa is going to be horrendous, even with the guides I brought up on my phone screen.

"Let's make a purple Santa to be original!" Tyler beamed, clapping his hands together excitedly. I didn't see the glory in his plan though, just furrowing my eyebrows and staring at him like he'd uttered total bullshit. He gave a guilty small smile, as if desperately trying to convince me to just go with it. I sighed, raising a hand to rub the creases in my forehead out.

"Tyler." I said, my tone not leaving any room for argument. He just nodded, clearly understanding he couldn't get away with anything else.

"Ugh, but I don't want to dig through the closet any longer!" He explained, making me roll my eyes now that his motives were clear. What a lazy little shit. 

"Well I don't wanna paint. I'll trade you." I offered, holding out the brush with a hopeful smile. He just shook his head though, grabbing my wrist and pushing it back toward me.

"You suck. I'll go get the red, serve the customers when they're done shopping."  He sighed, turning and trotting off in the direction of the office. I put my paintbrush down on the window's edge, heading over to the counter and falling into Tyler's chair. He insisted he got the better chair because he'd been working here longer than me, but that didn't stop me from trying to steal it every chance I got. Once or twice he'd even let me sit in it without protest, but only when he was in a really good mood or I'd been particularly flirty with him.

I settled in, reaching over and picking up Tyler's phone. I wasn't sure when, but somewhere along the way we'd become comfortable with letting each other touch our phones. Then again, I was pretty comfortable with him touching anything at this point, and I'm pretty sure he feels the same. 

I punched in his password, smirking when it opened to his Tumblr. I scrolled through, smirking slightly as I got an idea. Seventeen reblogged posts later, I sat the phone back down, surprised by how perfect the timing was considering the customers were just headed over now.

"Find everything?" I asked as I stood up, picking up her items as she sat them down on the counter. I didn't miss her daughter slipping the chocolate bar onto the counter when she wasn't looking, locking eyes with her for a split second and smirking slightly. I didn't call her out though, instead taking extra caution to scan it quickly. 

I was almost on the last thing when a sudden crash sounded from the other room, my head whipping around to stare toward the office. My eyes were wide as I listened to Tyler's disgruntled screech, the crashes following making it very clear what he'd done. He spilled the contents of the closet. It's automatically his job to put them back in- neatly. Still, I should probably make sure he's okay.

"Ty? You okay?" I called, leaning over the counter slightly in an attempt to get a glimpse into the other room. I could see where a few items had rolled into the doorway, but that was about it. Seconds ticked by and I started to worry, only making it two steps toward him before he finally replied.

"No, I'm dead. It's all your fault for making me get the red paint." He sighed out loudly, continuing on to make dramatic whining noises. Does he realize we still have customers here? He is such a toddler.

"Did you find it yet?" I asked, deciding to try and change the subject before he got any more embarrassing.

"Yeah, I think so- Oh wait, that's just all the blood I've spilled in the battle against the closet. Think you can use that instead?" Now I was just annoyed with him, rolling my eyes and turning back to the customers, completely ignoring his pleas for 'help'. 

"Sorry about him, he's a tad bit dramatic." I laughed, smiling as I went back to work scanning her items.

"You guys are really cute together." I dropped the juice-pack package I'd been scanning back onto the counter, fumbling over it as I tried to pick it back up in a hurry. It wasn't until I'd finished scanning and was about to tell her the total that I looked back up, finally comfortable that I'd gotten at least most of the blush to drain from my cheeks.

"Thanks. He's more work than he's worth sometimes, honestly." She smiled fondly at this, looking back over in the direction of the office. She could probably see him from that side of the counter. I wonder what he's doing in there. Probably coating himself in red paint so he can try to pass it off as blood, knowing him. "Your total is exactly twenty-one dollars."

"Alright. Funny, I didn't think I'd have to go over twenty." My eyes went wide, the daughter staring at me horrified like she thought I was about to give her away. I didn't though, instead just shrugging my shoulders. The woman handed the money over a second later, picking up her bags and flashing me a final smile.

"Merry Christmas!" She beamed, turning on her heel and starting toward the doors.

"You too!" I called after her, strangely bubbly after the exchange. She was such a sweet person.

Deciding it was about time to go check on my lovable idiot I started toward the office, turning into the room only to crash directly into a familiar chest. We both let out matching 'oof's, Tyler's arms wrapping around me when I started to stumble.

Shit. He's going to get paint all over his outfit. He'll kill me.

I quirked my eyebrows, backing out of the hug a bit and looking down at my shirt. He's kidding me.

"Ty! Don't get paint on my shirt!" I yelled, jumping away from him and looking down at my chest defeatedly. My white shirt was ruined, my apron decorated with paint spots that looked anything but professional. I glanced back up at Tyler, glaring at him as I took in his state. He'd slipped on some type of garb he must have found in the closet that was already covered in paint stains. He had stupidly speared fresh red paint on himself, clearly the fake attempt at convincing me he was bleeding I'd been expecting.

"Sorry, I didn't think you'd come check on me after waiting so long." He mumbled awkwardly, running a hand through his hair. I just folded my arms across my chest, not even trying to hide my annoyance as I glared at him.

"I had customers, I came as quickly as I could, you big baby." I spat, watching as he unbuttoned the shirt and slid it off his shoulders. He sighed, folding it into a bundle and tossing it onto the floor. He turned back to me then, an apologetic pout on his face as he walked closer.

"I said I was sorry." He whispered, lifting his arms and throwing them around my neck. I just shook my head, not ready to forgive him for just a bit of touchy feely behavior. I just bought this shirt, I hardly ever buy clothes new. That's not even mentioning the apron and how embarrassing it'll be to explain to Bruce.

"I don't care. How am I supposed to explain this to Bruce?" I asked him, trying to shrug his arms off. He only clung to me tighter, taking a step forward and burying his face in my neck. I still had every intention to push him off, my mind only changing when I felt him press his lips against my neck, an obviously deliberate kiss. I tensed again then, but for entirely different reasons, waiting to see if he'd repeat the movement.

He was telling the truth when he said that kiss wouldn't change our relationship at all, everything had stayed exactly the same. Well, other than the fact I managed to be even thirstier for him than I was before. We were still touchy-feely, we didn't bring it up again, and I was still stuck waiting on him to make a move. However, he'd never kissed my neck before, even if it was just a peck like this.

"We can switch aprons." He muttered against my skin, my jaw clenching each time his lips brushed over it.

"O-Okay, but I'm still mad." I insisted, trying to cling to whatever shreds of my pride I still had left. It couldn't have been much, considering how clearly I was reacting to his simple teasing. It's not like he was giving me a hickey or using his tongue at all, he was just touching me with his lips.

He backed away just barely, looking up at me and locking our gazes together. I noticed for the first time how dark his eyes were, my heartbeat immediately picking up as I nervously clutched at the hem of my shirt.

"What can I do to make it up to you? I'll do anything." He said the last sentence almost sarcastically, like he was going to use that to fall back on if I called him out on his flirtiness. 

"Anything?" I muttered, still slightly dazed by the tingly feeling his lips had left just below my jaw. He nodded slowly, an expectant smirk just barely-noticeable on his lips. Shit. I have no idea what I'm going to ask from him. Clearly he's expecting it to be something sexual or romantic, judging by how intimately he's staring at me and how all over me he's been today. I could ask him to kiss me... but where's the fun in that? Besides, I'm determined to make sure he's the one to make the move, I'm not asking him to kiss me. "You're finishing the window paint and the comfy chair is mine from now on."

"What?" He blurted, clearly shocked with my requests. I just smiled cheekily, happy to throw him off for once. He definitely looked surprised, disappointment noticeable as well if you looked closely. Good, serves him right for just assuming he can get away with stuff like that.

"Didn't hear me clearly? Or were you just expecting something else?" I said, the teasing tone in my voice practically calling him out on what I thought he'd been expecting. He blushed, slipping his hands off my shoulders and tucking them into his pockets. "You have work to do, that painting has to be done by the time we head home in an hour."

"Right." He muttered, tensing as I brought a hand up to pat him on the head.

"That'll do donkey, that'll do."

"I hate you." He practically growled, watching as I practically leaped out of the room, thrilled to leave him breathless and flustered for a change.

I was genuinely surprised when he actually did finish the painting, although pretty sloppily. There was a part of Santa's arm that could have easily been mistaken for a red banana given it's poor shape, but I wasn't about to call him out on it. I'd teased him enough for one day. I have limits.

"Are you sure it's okay? It'd only take a second to fix it!" He insisted, trying to convince me to stay at work longer just to fix the stupid thing. I shook my head, grabbing his wrist and practically dragging him out the door. We probably should have cleaned up the paint first but I didn't know if I'd ever get him out if I waited any longer. We'd worry about it tomorrow.

"It's freezing out here. Does your car even have a heater?" I asked, actually curious. I wouldn't be surprised if it was broken to be honest. He just rolled his eyes though, like I was supposed to know these things. Pausing as he reached the driver's side door to look around with a dazed expression on his face. It faded, turning into a huge grin of excitement.

"Troye! Troye, it's snowing!" He shouted, pointing up into the air in no general direction. Making a face at how happy he was over it, I followed his lead, scowling when I saw the little white flurries falling to the ground. Just great. Now I'm going to have to start wearing bulky boots and winter coats, I'll have to take actually pay attention while driving due to ice, and I'll freeze my ass off all the time. How could he be happy about that?

"Great, all the more reason to get into the car and get home." Tyler looked to me with shock on his features, his mouth hanging open.

"Am I best friends with a scrooge? How did this happen?" He gasped, walking around me with wide eyes as if sizing me up. I groaned, shoving him and stomping over toward the car.

"You are too peppy, has anyone ever told you that?"

"Never as an insult." He laughed, watching me as opened the passenger's side and slipped inside. I shivered, hugging my arms around my body in a desperate bid to stay warm. He joined me seconds later, a gust of cold air blowing in with him.

"Tyler! Hurry up and shut the door, you're going to turn me into a popsicle!" I watched him reach for the door, purposely pausing to look over at me with a cheeky grin. I just glared, producing a cackle from him as he slammed it shut and turned to face me.

"Are you gonna make it? I don't think it's even below zero yet."

"Shut-up." I snapped, curling further into myself. He rolled his eyes at me, awkwardly ambling over the center-console to grab my seat-belt, drawing it out and clicking it into place. I found myself smiling, surprised he'd noticed something small like that. He was always looking out for me. It was a good feeling. I bet he'd even offer me up his sweater if I asked, but I would never ask. 

I watched through a peeky-hole in my sweater cocoon as he dug his keys out, humming something softly that sounded suspiciously like a Christmas tune. He shoved them into the ignition then, hesitating only a second before turning it. I was eager to feel the heater kick in, surprised when I was greeted instead with a pathetic choking noise, the sound cutting out after a matter of seconds.

"Shit." Tyler cursed, dropping his head to rest against the steering wheel. No, he's joking around. He did that on purpose. Please tell me his car didn't decide not to start today. I shivered harder, my teeth beginning to chatter as he sat back up. He tried it again, greeted by the same reaction. "She hates it when the weather changes to really hot or really cold."

"First, don't refer to your car as a she. Second, I don't care what it hates, it had better fucking start. I can't feel my toes." I groaned, realizing I was exaggerating just a bit when I managed to wiggle my toes inside of my shoes. Thankfully he couldn't see it, so he wouldn't know.

"Your fault for wearing such a stupid outfit. Converse and a long-sleeved shirt are not going to protect you from the weather." I glared at him, feeling protective over my outfit choices. I looked cute as fuck today. Well, before he decided to paint me in red, now I just look dumb.

I didn't reply to him, just continuing my silent staring until he sighed loudly and reached into the backseat. My eyebrows shot up when he retrieved a hammer, a laugh tumbling past his lips in reaction.

"I'm going to see if I can fix it, one sec." I nodded, watching as he got out and actually took care to close the door immediately now. I slipped my feet out of my shoes, bringing them up onto the seat and tucking them under me.

I leaned down so I could watch him through the small crack under the hood, grinning stupidly at his annoyed expression. He was just hitting the hammer around, I'm not entirely sure what that's going to solve, but he seems to know his stupid car so I'll trust him. The only reason I let him drive us today at all was because my parents were out and I had no gas or money to buy it. If I had of known this would happen I would have raided Sage's piggybank.

He returned a moment later, slipping into the car and running his hands up and down his arms to warm up. He still didn't seem annoyed by the weather though, even smiling cheerily as he turned to face me.

"The moment of truth." He said dramatically, grabbing the key between his fingers and turning it. It spluttered to life for a second, hope flooding through me, only to be shot down when it suddenly went silent and died yet again. "Well, there you have it folks, the truth is it's not going anywhere." 

"You're fucking hilarious." I muttered grumpily, turning to glare at him. He giggled, wiggling his eyebrows and pulling a funny face as if trying to cheer me up. It didn't work though. I was still frozen and covered in red paint. It only made me glare at him harder, my bad mood seeping into my expression to the point it was practically a death glare. 

"Oh, come on, don't give me that look. I can't help it." He sighed, actually looking guilty now. I let up on the glare, but that didn't mean I was cheering up. Instead I turned to look out the window, glaring at the snowflakes falling down now. There was far from enough to actually build up on the ground yet, but I still hated them. Each and every one of them. I hate them all. "Come here."

I looked back at him, heart beating heavily when I saw his outstretched arms. He means what I think he means. I leaned over the console awkwardly, falling into the side of his chest and sighing contently when he wrapped his arms around me, bear-hugging me to him.

Is he really that cold? Damn it, Tyler, why didn't you just offer to pay for gas for his car?

"I hate winter. I hate snow. I hate shitty cars." I whispered angrily, shoving my face into his neck and surprising myself with how comfortable it was.

"It's going to be fine, give me a second and I'll call my mother. She can pick us up in the mini van." He reassured me, slipping one arm off of me to reach into his pocket. I watched with one eye open as he unlocked his phone, suddenly remembering what I'd done only after it opened to Tumblr. I giggled, backing up to watch his confused expression. "Did you fucking reblog straight porn with my account?"

"No, I have no idea what you're talking about. Maybe one of the customers did it-" He rolled his eyes, reaching up to lap me playfully. I fell back against him then, smirking to myself. Seconds passed as the phone rang, both of us deadly silent.

"Hey, Mom-" His voice trailed off, suddenly unsure. I looked up again, sighing as he mouthed the word 'voicemail'. "Look, the car won't start and Troye and I are not walking miles to get home in this weather. He doesn't even have a sweater with him. We're going to go to the coffee shop across the street, come pick us up when you can."

"I'm going to die. I'm going to freeze over and fall into a ditch then the snowplow will come and bury me. No one will find me until February or later." I whined as soon as he'd hung up the phone, dramatically tossing my limbs around as I squirmed against his chest. I tensed as he shoved me away, immediately regretting my over-the-top reactions. Is he upset with me?

I went back to sitting formally in my own seat, looking over at him curiously and eyes going wide when I found him peeling his sweater over his head. "Hey, I can't wear that!"

"Why not? I mean, I know it's not that cute of a sweater but it's warm-"

"It's also yours. I'm not letting you walk around in a t-shirt, Tyler." I said seriously, reaching up to help slide the sweater back onto his body. He sighed, looking slightly disappointed that he couldn't help me. It didn't last long though, a figurative light bulb going off as his eyes widened.

"One sec." He told me, jumping into the backseat. He sat braced on his haunches, giving me a perfect view of his entire backside if I wanted to utilize it. I wouldn't though, he could turn around at any second, he could call me out on it, he could- Damn these jeans fit him well. "A-ha!"

"What?" I asked immediately, forcing my eyes off of him as he whipped around. I looked back after a second, pretending I'd never looked back before this. My eyes widened when I saw the hideous article of clothing he was holding, resisting the urge to gag at it's gross green and brown pattern. I suppose the bottom half is supposed to be a tree trunk and the top the needles of the tree? That wasn't the worst part though, it was decorated too. There were bulbs and lights and- Oh God, kittens with Santa hats. 

"What the fuck is that?"

"The ugly Christmas sweater I bought for spirit week next week. It's really woolly and warm." He explained, rubbing it against the side of his face. I was relieved to hear he hadn't just bought it because he liked it, but that relief only lasted a second before I realized why he'd dug it out.

"It has cats in Santa hats all over it. I'm not wearing that." I stated simply, shaking my head as I looked back toward the front.

"Yes you are." He cooed, beginning to crawl back into the front seat, sweater still in hand.

"No I'm n-" I was cut off, not expecting him to drop onto my lap instead of back into his seat. He grinned happily at me, clearly pleased with my shock.

"Yes-" He started, pausing to lift the sweater and shove it over my head. "-you are." 

"If we see anyone we know I'm going to shove you in a ditch for the snowplow to bury." I grumbled, crossing my arms and turning to look out the window. He giggled, sitting back so far his butt rested against my knees. He lifted a hand to stroke his chin thoughtfully.

"You look cute. Very grandma chic." I groaned, his words not comforting me at all. He smiled genuinely then, leaning down to peck his lips against my cheek. "Come on, hot chocolates are on me."

We both tried to get out of the car at the same time, inevitably ending up with our foreheads smashing and curse words spilling from our lips. We sorted it out relatively quickly though, both taking deep breaths before closing the door and starting across the parking lot. For how horrible it looked and felt, the sweater actually was pretty warm, and I couldn't help the thankfulness I felt toward him.

We'd made it to the edge of the road when I noticed the thin sheet of ice coating it, my eyes widening. Tyler didn't even look at it twice, instead just reaching out and slipping his fingers through mine. I felt secure with his hand in mine, not as worried about slipping as we walked together. I hadn't even realize a stupid smile had found my face until he turned to look at me once we reached the other side of the road, curiosity alight in his eyes.

"What'cha smiling about?" He beamed, tightening his grip on my hand as we approached the parking lot of the coffee store.

"Just surprised you're willing to be seen in public with me in this human death contraption." I muttered, glancing down at the sweat begrudgingly for the hundredth time. He rolled his eyes, shoving me gently, only to pull me right back to his side when I got too far.

"It's a sweater."

"Sweater's are supposed to be comfortable, not feel like they're made from human hair."

"Sheep hair actually." He corrected me, smirking as we walked through the doors of the building. Surprisingly he didn't let go of my hand then either, swinging them between us as we walked up to stand on the mat in front of the ordering place. The place was basically empty, probably because people didn't want to venture out in this ice age-like hell. 

"Hello, what can I get you?" A girl greeted us, looking between us expectantly as if gauging which of us would be the one to speak up.

"Two large hot chocolates. One with a mint flavor shot and- What do you want?" Tyler turned to face me, tilting his head to the side. I looked up at the menu board, furrowing my brows in confusion at all the options and extras. What the hell? Why do they make all this junk? Can't they just sell normal hot chocolates? How am I supposed to choose?

"Same as him." I muttered, deciding it was useless to try and decipher the stuff all over the board. She just nodded, stating to wait right there and she'd be back in a minute. I watched her buzz around for a second, immediately getting bored and turning to look around the room. My eyes went wide when I noticed the table of teenagers in the back corner, looking over at me and whispering. Oh God, they're talking about the sweater, aren't they? "This is the most embarrassing moment of my life."

"Even more embarrassing than when we made out for our friend's sick entertainment?" MY cheeks must have lit up brighter than Rudolph's nose then, surprised by how casually he'd managed to slip it out. It was the first time we'd even mention it since it happened. "What about that time you got your lunch smeared all over you in the cafeteria?"

"Shut the fuck up." I grumbled, disconnecting our hands. He seemed heartbroken for a moment, staring at me wide-eyed. I just nodded toward the counter though, watching the realization dawn on his features as he saw our drinks waiting there. The girl stayed silent, just waiting for us to take them. I took mine first, leaving Tyler in the dust and going to scout us out a table. I noticed one behind a half-wall, cut-off from the rest of the restaurant. Perfect. 

I led the way, sitting down and setting my drink on the table. Tyler sat across from me, watching in bewilderment as I started to shrug the sweater off my shoulders.

"What are you doing?"

"It's warm in here, I do not need this thing."

"Shame, you really did look cute." He muttered, pouting his bottom lip out. I rolled my eyes, purposely shoving the heap of sweater to his side of the table.

"I always look cute." I replied, flashing a big convincing smile. He just quirked his eyebrows, eventually giving in and nodding his head in agreement. I blushed, not expecting him to go along with my teasing, turning to look out the window. However, I was instead greeted by a huge portrait of some holly. Damn, their window art puts ours to shame.

"Their window art puts ours to shame." My eyes went wide when Tyler uttered the exact words I'd thought, worried for a minute it had something to do with my ability. It seemed it was just a freaky coincidence though, considering he didn't mention anything being off. He was studying the art too, turning his head around to look at all the different windows.

"You mean yours. What I had finished was way better than banana-arm Santa." I giggled, watching eagerly for his reaction to the teasing. He gasped, throwing a hand over his heart like I'd mortally wounded him.

"Troye! I asked you if it looked alright and you said yes!" He almost shouted, catching himself and lowering his voice a notch.

"Yeah, because otherwise we never would have left!" I laughed, meaning for it to be lighthearted. He didn't seem to take it that way though, shaking his head and grumpily turning to look out the window. I bit my lip, sticking my leg out and kicking his foot, trying to get his attention back. It didn't work though, making it clear he was stubborn about this stupid banana arm thing.

Deciding I'd have to use a last resort I got to my feet, walking back over to the counter. I didn't miss the way his lips quirked up into a smile as he watched me, probably knowing exactly what I was about to do to get back on his good graces.

I walked back over a few minutes later, coming up behind him rather than heading for my seat. Reaching over him, my arms ending up on either side of his head, I lowered the box of donuts onto the tablet in front of him.

"I come bearing donuts." I said cheerily, slowly lifting the top and gesturing to them all. "Look at all this chocolatey goodness, all you have to do is forgive me and it's all yours."

"Your snowflakes looked like they were drawn by a two month old." He muttered, his tone still slightly sour. Deciding it was for the best, I just went along with him.

"Yeah, they did."

"Okay, fine, I forgive you." He beamed, clearly pleased with my confession. He leaned his head back, resting it against my shoulder and looking up at me. I rolled my eyes, shoving him off and walking around to my side. I sunk down into my chair, absentmindedly grabbing a random donut to nibble on as I watched him devour the rest.

It was about twenty minutes later when Tyler pointed out his mother pulling into the parking lot. Both of us jumped up, smashing hands as we both reached to clean up the garbage.

"I'll get it, you still have to put your sweater back on." I gave him a spiteful glare, obediently picking it up and sliding it on. We were walking out together in a matter of seconds, my hand feeling even colder now that I knew what it was like to have Tyler's in it.

We opened the side door of the van, both of us slipping into the middle seat and trying our best to amble around all of Jackie's groceries. I guess that must have been what she was doing when we called. She turned around in her seat once we'd settled, flashing her signature smile. It reminded me of Tyer's actually, must be where he got it.

"And you said Troye didn't have a sweater! That's cute, Troye, very festive." She beamed, giving me a small wave of greeting. I must have blushed to the roots of my hair, shoving Tyler when he started to laugh next to me.

"It's Tyler's actually."

A/n: writing this AN super duper fast because like supper is ready apparently even though i just had dinner totes rude. Anyway I attached some uber cute fanart that is now my desktop background and it was made by, uh, shit i dont know and i dont know how to find it fuck what do i do - oKAY HAD TO PAUSE SOMEONE HOOKED ME UP WITH A LINK http://lilulovelee.tumblr.com/ (I know you cant click links on wattpad but stfu type it into your search bar its worth it) (i think i just embarrassed myself by asking if her work is photoshopped or painted ugh im a mess) (i dont understand tho its so perfect how) (she has another one now too, of the piggyback scene from way back and fUCK) shes amazing. *waits for the day she makes porny edit* I mean what no ok im going to go the thirst is exposed (also emmy i didnt post for you i posted for every other reader im still annoyed with you go write my threesome or else)