*Tyler's POV*

I was actually surprised with how into the stupid superhero movie Troye got. I had absolutely no interest in some guy with metal claws coming out of his knuckles, the most appealing thing about the entire movie was how muscular his arms were. So I was cuddled up to Troye's side, being perpetually thirsty and checking out the guy's muscles nearly the entire time. I wouldn't even be abe to distinguish or repeat the names of any of the characters. There was red-haired girl, black-haired girl, blonde-haired girl, and muscly arm guy. The rest were irrelevant. Troye didn't seem to share my point-of-view though, his blue eyes wide every time the lighting changed and I caught a glimpse of them. Oh well, at least he was enjoying it.

It was nearly over now, but seeing as drive-ins usually ran in sets of two movies there was still one after this. I was much more excited for this one, seeing as my mother and I had talked about going to see it together. Naturally, she ended up too busy to go, but Troye was a pretty decent substitute. It was supposed to be a sad movie that was nearly impossible to walk away from without crying, a tragic love story or something. And if Troye got bored during it and complained I was literally going to slap him, because I sat through this entire thing for him.

"I'm still confused whether this took place before or after the X-Men films." He said finally, making me look up and notice the credits were finally rolling. There were a lot more people out of their cars now, scurrying around to get whatever they had to get done finished up during intermission.

"I'm still confused why you care." I replied snappily, earning a shove from Troye. I pouted, not happy that I'd been pushed off his shoulder. It was so comfortable snuggled up to his side.

"Always so sassy, Oakley." He giggled finally, showing me the big smile I'd missed since interacting with that Lily bitch. God, even the name had my jaw clenching. Who did she think she was? It was like she had absolutely no idea how badly she'd hurt Troye, all she could see was how badly she was hurting herself. Or maybe she realized and just didn't care, honestly I wouldn't be surprised. I was still zoned out in thought about her a while later when I felt a hand on my knee. "Are you just going to sit there and stare at me the entire ten minutes of intermission?"

"Can you think of a better plan?" I replied, not missing a beat. Times like this I was very glad for my school life. It hadn't given me much, but it had taught me how to always have a response ready, no matter how messed-up your emotions are. And right now, my emotions are a freaking mess. How could they not be in a dimly-lit small space with someone as flawless as Troye?

"You are such a cheeseball. I'm going to use the washrooms, good luck finding something better to stare at." He replied, shifting toward the door. I pouted again, not looking forward to having to sit here all alone. 

"Luck has nothing to do with it, it's simply impossible to find anything better than you." I called after him, watching as he poked his head back in to glare at me. There was no hiding the smile on his lips though, even if it was obvious he was trying to.

"Shut-up." He snapped, slamming the door shut a second later. I rolled my eyes, sinking down in my seat and playing with the strings on my sweater. That lasted about five seconds before I realized what I was doing. I was willingly let him walk back into the same building as that girl, on his own! I scrambled out of the car, nearly tripping in my rush to reach his side. 

"Hey! Wait up!" I panted after him, thankful when he immediately stilled. I felt a little bit less thankful when he turned around with a glare, obviously suspecting why I was following him. If there was one thing Troye Sivan does not like it's taking help from people when he didn't ask for it. Thankfully, if there's one thing Tyler Oakley is good at, it's lying and excuses. "I wanted to buy another cotton candy bag."

"Where do you even put all this food?" He sighed, obviously believing my excuse. I grinned cheekily, watching as he eyed my flat stomach.

"I'm pretty sure it all goes to my ass actually." I replied smoothly, turning my hips slightly so his eyes fell there instead. He blushed immediately, his eyes darting away and his eyebrows knotted together.

"I'm so done with you right now." He muttered, making me giggle as I swung my arms widely with each step.

"You love me." I purred, batting my eyelashes up at him. I was really liking this pattern we'd fallen into. I mean, someday I'd like to be able to hear him reply with a simple 'yeah, I do' but for now, the blush and nervous smile were enough for me. We'd almost reached the building now, and my protective instincts were definitely kicking in as I considered how a second run-in with Lily could go. I could see it going horribly, or completely indifferent on both ends. I was willing to bet the second option was just wishful thinking though. 

We strolled in side by side, despite the door being barely big enough for both of us to fit through. I didn't care, my need to stay between Troye and that girl outweighing my need to avoid running into walls. He turned to me once the door shut behind us, giving me a small smile. 

"You get the food, I'll be right back." He beamed, turning on his heel a moment later. I watched him until he'd disappeared into the other room, my eyes then falling on the crowd of people lined-up for food. No, I was not bothering with that, especially considering I wasn't even hungry and the candy had only been an excuse. Instead I found myself wandering off a bit, grinning cheerily when I seen the sad excuse for an arcade in the corner. It sucked, but it was better than just standing around outside the bathroom looking like a clingy creeper boyfriend. I wasn't being creepy, was I? I just wanted to make sure he didn't get hurt or anything, which was obviously a reasonable concern judging by our earlier interaction with the girl.

I wandered over to the first machine that caught my eye, coincidentally the one with rainbow neon lights. It was some sort of stacking game, where you had to click the button at the right time and try and stack the blocks without messing up. It didn't sound all that fun, but the prizes hanging from strings inside made it all the more interesting. There was a $50 dollar iTunes giftcard, a hat with some famous logo on it, an expensive looking pair of headphones, and lastly, a semi-nice camera. I wasn't sure why that stuck-out to me so much, but it had me inserting a dollar only seconds later. 

Five failed attempts later, I got my first prize. It wasn't the camera by any means, instead I had a pair of friendship bracelets in my hands that were absolutely hideously floral. I glared at the jewelry angrily, like I could make them burst into flames if I concentrated enough. I was still glaring a few seconds later when a bubbly giggle had me looking up, blushing slightly as Troye snatched one of them out of my hands. 

"Aw, Tilly, did you get us friendship bracelets?" He laughed, slipping one of them onto his hand and looking up to wink at me. I knew this was only revenge for my earlier antics, but it didn't stop me from feeling embarrassed.

"Shut-up. They're not what I was trying to win." I explained, trying to grab it back. He wouldn't let me though, instead shoving his hand into his pocket and making it impossible to take it off unless I wanted to reach my hand into his pants. Which, I mean, I do, but not in these circumstances.

"Let me guess, there's a food gift card in there?" He teased, drawing me out of my momentary daydream. I glared at him now, about to shove him before he dodged. "I'm kidding, what were you trying to win?"

"The camera." I huffed, crossing my arms as I watched him peer into the display glass. He nodded knowingly, reaching an arm around my waist. At first I thought this was to lead me out of the building, when I felt his hand move lower and brush against my butt. My eyes went wide, though I understood a moment later when he moved his hands away and trifled through my wallet; the wallet he'd just snatched out of my back pocket. After locating a dollar, he handed it back to me. I pocketed it, watching curiously as he stepped in front of the machine. This bitch. If he thinks he can upstage me he is surely mistaken.

As the seconds turned into minutes my patience was dwindling. Yes, he was still on his first try and yes, he was doing way better than me. He'd already passed the point of winning a small prize, slowly moving up to the big prize scale now. He took forever though, his eyes zooming back and forth as he timed his movements perfectly. It was actually scary how good at it he was.

"Any time now, Troye." I beamed in his ear, standing on my tippy-toes to look over his shoulder. He tensed, though his insane self-control kept him from messing up. Damn him for being so good at this.

"Shut-up, you're breaking my concentration." He snapped, his eyes never once leaving the screen. I grinned, knowing he'd set himself up for what I was about to say.

"I am pretty distracting, huh?" I cooed in his ear, nearly falling over a moment later when he kicked backwards like some type of donkey. I guess I had it coming though, he had told me to cut it out. "Ow!"

I waited patiently after that, the only mildly annoying thing I did was the occasional groan as I clutched my knee. It was a failed attempt to make him feel guilty or apologize for kicking me, considering he was much too into the game to pay attention. I found that annoying at first, wishing his attention was on me, but that thought evaporated the second I heard the ringing and the loud voice repeatedly announcing the word 'winner'. 

"Troye!" I squealed, bouncing to my feet with my injury completely forgotten. He turned around with a cheeky grin, standing aside proudly so I could watch how the entire machine was lighting up rainbow now. I stared at it for a few seconds before looking back to him, not missing the overwhelming amount of pride shining in his eyes before he wiped his expression clean.

"Go get someone to take it out." He said, his voice giving away his emotions when his face didn't. I nodded eagerly, running off to do just that. 

I returned a few minutes later, grinning proudly as I gestured to the nervous looking boy beside the machine. The person I'd brought seemed completely indifferent, just sauntering forward and fumbling with the machine without a word. What Troye would never know was that I waited an extra two minutes, solely to make sure it wasn't Lily I brought back. Whether he wanted me to care or not, I was definitely going to.

"There are no refunds or warranties on the camera. Everything should work properly, as it's brand-new. If it doesn't, you should contact the company, not us. Congratulations." The man said the last word as an afterthought, giving the most un-convincing smile I'd ever seen before strolling back to where he'd came from. I didn't let his monotone personality dampen my mood, instead letting a goofy smile envelope my face as I stared at the camera in Troye's hands.

"Take it, doofus." He sighed eventually, holding it out to me. I quirked my eyebrows, looking up at him with wide eyes.

"You won it for me?" He rolled his eyes in response, like this was the most obvious question one could ever ask. I snatched it eagerly, launching myself into his arms immediately afterward.

"Thank-you." I whispered, backing up to smile up at him. He grinned back, though it faded completely after a couple seconds. I was confused, before a girly-voice clearing their throat behind me brought me understanding.

"Go away, Lily." I said, not bothering to turn around. 

"You shouldn't touch him, you know." She said quietly, sounding almost shy despite how rude she was being. I watched Troye flinch at her words, like it physically hurt him. I'd be lying if I said I didn't want the whole story, my curiosity was eating away at me now. But I'd also be lying if I said I was willing to hurt Troye to get it. 

"Why? Is perfection contagious?" I said smoothly, watching as the color came back to Troye's eyes at my words. She could hurt him so easily, but it gave me a sense of pride knowing I could mend it so easily.

"No, but-"

"Did you not hear me the first time? I don't care." I snapped, starting to get frustrated with her now. This was a night for Troye and I, not Troye and his weird past with some borderline-insane girl.

"He's going to hurt you, and you're going to feel like an idiot for ever having trusted him."  She said coldly, making me turn around to face her finally. Troye's hands found their way back to my hips, like he was trying to steady me or something. It wasn't until a few seconds later it clicked that he was warning me. He was silently telling me to stay calm, because he didn't want me hurting her by saying the wrong thing. For someone who's, in her words, 'going to make me regret ever having trusted him', he seems pretty damn harmless to me.

"Maybe, but everyone's capable of that." I said finally, feeling Troye's grip relax at my words. She sighed heavily, shaking her head as she started to walk away.

"Why are you being so stupid?" She muttered under her breath, heading back into the crowd of people. I glared after her until she'd disappeared, only then turning back to Troye. He didn't look numb or sad like last time, just angry as he glared in her general direction. I didn't bother to speak, just grabbing his hand with my free one and heading toward the doors. We were halfway across the parking lot, him still silent, when I stopped and yanked his arm until he did the same. He turned to me now with the angry glare in his eyes, before he realized what he was doing and wiped it off his face.

"What?" He asked, his voice strained as he tried to sound calm.

"Stop letting it get under your skin. She could tell me you were a murderer and I'd still hang-out with you. I mean, I'd keep the police on speed-dial just in case, but it still wouldn't be enough to keep me from you, not until you proved it yourself that you were trouble." I said softly, watching his reactions the entire time. At first he still looked a bit annoyed with me, but that faded more and more with each word that left my mouth. He sighed heavily after I'd finished, nodding sullenly.

"I'm sorry. I'm still a little new to this whole 'trusting people' thing." He mumbled awkwardly, sounding genuinely guilty. I shook my head quickly, not wanting him to have the wrong idea.

"It's fine, I just don't like seeing you unhappy." I explained, beaming my best smile up at him until he had no choice but to return the gesture. "Now, on that note, let's go watch a tragic love story and bawl our eyes out."

"Sounds lovely." 

"That better not have been sarcastic." I snapped, looking over my shoulder at him. He rolled his eyes, leading me to believe he definitely had been being sarcastic. On the upside, he hadn't questioned my abandoning of the cotton candy, so things were going pretty smoothly.

An hour and a half later, we were sitting in the backseat laughing through tears in an attempt to keep the mood casual. I hadn't been serious when I said we were going to bawl our eyes out, but ironically that's exactly what we'd ended up doing. How was I supposed to know they were going to kill one of the main characters? I mean, given it was a movie about cancer so it was realistic, but still! No one had warned me about that! Well, if I had of read the book then maybe I wouldn't be having this problem, but...

"How dare you take me to see this movie. It was honestly the saddest thing I've ever seen." Troye sniffled suddenly, half-laughing, half-crying. I looked up at him and couldn't help but burst into a fit of giggles myself, eventually progressing to a full-on witch cackle the longer I looked at his tear-drenched face. For someone who basically looks like an angel ninety-percent of the time, he was not-at-all an attractive crier.

"If someone took me to this as a first date, you can rest-assured there would not be a second one." He said breathlessly, leaning his head back against the seat. I let my eyes wander over his exposed neck, swallowing harshly as I fought-off the compromising thoughts it arose. I could think of a way more entertaining way we could have spent the length of that superhero movie, that's for certain. 

I blinked, realizing I'd zoned out checking him out for what seemed like the hundredth time... today. God, I was going to have to act soon or I'd end up pouncing on the poor kid. I yawned loudly, using it as an excuse to stall for time as I tried to remember what it was he'd said. Ah, yes, something about dates. Wait, if it was about dates, why didn't I pay attention? Oh right, because he was blatantly stating that he didn't think of this as a first date. That hadn't really been my intention, but it definitely felt like one now, at least to me anyway. I sighed inaudibly before answering, looking up in an attempt to lock eyes with him despite his position rendering it a useless effort.

"Well, I guess it's a good thing we're just friends then, huh?" I said quietly, my voice void of any emotions. His response seemed to take a while, each second feeling like an eternity as I awaited it. Sure, there was that naive shred of hope he'd deny it and prove he felt the same way I did, but deep down I knew exactly what he was about to say.

"Yeah." Wow, I must be a mind-reader, how had I predicted that so spot-on? Oh, probably because it's the least committal thing he possibly could have said. I sighed noticeably now, shifting toward the door and glancing back at Troye.

"We should get going now that the main crowd has left."

"Okay." He replied simply, straightening up to lock eyes with me. A devilish smile spread across my face, knowing he'd once again set himself up for what I was about to say.

"Okay." I responded, hoping he caught my reference.

"I will honest to god hit you if you reference that movie again." He snapped, shoving me out the door. I giggled, heading around to the driver's side of the car and slipping in. He crawled into the passenger's seat, attempting to strike up a conversation about that stupid first movie and failing when I just ignored him. After that we fell into a pretty comfortable silence, instead focusing on the music blasting through the speakers as our thoughts ran wild. When you thought about it, tonight had been a lot like a date. I paid for him, he won me a prize out of a machine cheesily, and we cuddled. The only thing it was missing was a first kiss. 

Yeah, except that's never going to happen. Troye didn't even consider it a date.

I sighed quietly, hoping I didn't draw any attention to myself with it. This whole 'waiting for Troye to get comfortable' thing was getting rather annoying. Of course I'd never give up, I'd wait an eternity if I got him at the end, but still, I'd rather spend the eternity with him rather than waiting for him.

We pulled into his driveway at exactly midnight, which was a good thing considering I didn't have a good excuse to keep him out longer. We sat unresponsive for a few seconds before I was the first to turn to him, smiling broadly.

"That was fun." I blurted, mentally slapping myself for stating something so obvious. Troye just laughed though, nodding.

"Yes, very fun indeed." He retorted, smiling cheekily as he called me out on my awkward behavior. It's not my fault I lose the ability of coherent speech near him. If anything it's his fault, people shouldn't be allowed to be as perfect as he is. There should be a law against it.

"Yeah." I mumbled, letting my eyes drift to look out the window instead. There wasn't anything particularly interesting to look at, definitely nothing more interesting than Troye, but I needed a moment to clear my head right now anyway, before I did something stupid like kiss him.

"I should go." He said finally, forcing me to break my eyes away from the tree they'd settled on outside. I turned to face him, watching as he slowly slid his hand toward the doorhandle, obviously stalling for time. He may not realize it yet, but I'm pretty sure he does feel the same way I do. I mean, why else would he be so okay with all the touching we do and not allow it with anyone else? And why else would he stall for time so often in hopes of staying near me longer? 

"I'll walk you to your door!" I offered, thankful when he gave a genuine smile in response, like he'd been hoping I'd say that. We both got out of the car then, no reason to stall considering we weren't really saying goodbye now. I jogged to catch up to his side, flashing a smile up at him despite the fact he probably couldn't see it in the light of the dim streetlamp. We started across the yard then, our steps in perfect unison as we walked into his yard. Thankfully his family had solar lights illuminating the path, meaning now I could actually see what he looked like. He had both his hands shoved deep in his pants pockets, my eyes falling on the stupid bracelet still sitting high on his arm. I didn't mention it though, only smiling slightly to myself as I wondered why he'd kept it. Surely he realized it was hideously ugly, he had a good enough fashion sense to realize that. That left one option; he was keeping it solely because it was something I'd 'given' him. If that wasn't adorable, I don't know what is.

We stayed silent until we reached the tiny stone steps outside his front door, him moving to lean against the door frame and shrug expectantly at me. I shrugged back, which was probably a horribly awkward move when I thought about it. He just shook his head though, looking down so he was looking at me through his eyelashes.

"Night, Tyler." He whispered, his tone making me shiver noticeably. Hopefully he'd blame it on the chilly October wind or something. Who knows, maybe he'd even feel obligated to offer me his sweater, that'd be cute. I blinked, realizing I'd forgotten all about replying. 

"Night, Troye!" I beamed back, cursing my loud cheery voice for ruining the serious mood he'd been trying to set up. He didn't seem fazed by this either, just smiling softly as he leaned back further into the door frame. I was about to turn on my heel to leave, when I noticed his eyes had fallen shut. Was he that tired? Was I boring him? I pouted my lips out, glaring at him as I considered why he didn't just walk back in the house and go to sleep if he was so damned tired. I watched his eyebrows raise, looking almost expectant. That's when it clicked and my eyes went wide. He wanted me to kiss him! I scrambled forward, wiping my sweaty palms on my jeans so I could cup his face. I bit my lip as I raised my hand, nerves like static coursing through my body. Just before my fingertips made contact the sound of the doorknob turning had me jumping backward, nearly falling off the steps in my haste to get away from him. The door flew open not even a second later, revealing a cheeky Shaun. Troye's eyes shot open, looking like a deer in headlights as he took in the situation.

"Hey boys! Did you have fun?" Shaun practically shouted, looking back and forth between the two of us. Troye's eyes darkened now, instead going directly to glaring at his father. I'd never seen him look so angry, his hands balled into fists at his sides. Shaun seemed to realize he meant business for a change, actually looking guilty as he started to tip-toe backward into the house. "Should I go back inside?"

"I don't care, I was about to anyway." Troye snapped, giving me the most formal nod goodbye I'd ever seen before pushing past his dad. I watched him fade out of my sight as he rushed further into the house, leaving me standing there looking like an idiot with his father.

"Did I interrupt something?" Shaun asked eventually, once he'd deemed it enough time for me to get a grip on my thoughts. He was wrong though, I was far from ever having a grip on the thoughts bouncing around inside my skull. Was Troye mad we'd been interrupted or mad I took so long to make a move? Worse yet, what if he was genuinely just snappy from being tired and he'd never even meant to initiate a kiss? God, that would have been horrible if I kissed him and he didn't even want it. Part of me was thankful for Shaun right now, thinking of all the ways Troye could have reacted. What if he pushed me off and said he never wanted to see me again? How could I be so stupid? I could have messed everything up by kissing him. No, I can't risk that. "Tyler?"

"What? Uh, no. I've got to get home, bye." I blurted, turning too quickly for normal and rushing down the path in a speed walk. I waited until I slid into my car to let out the breath I'd been holding, sinking my forehead down to rest against the steering wheel. What had I just done? I was so close to messing up everything. Sure, I wanted to kiss him like I'd never wanted anything before, but it wasn't worth risking losing him. No, I wasn't going to kiss him until I was absolutely sure he wanted it. In fact, just to be safe, maybe I'd wait until he was the one to kiss me. Surely that wouldn't take that long, if he actually did want me to kiss him tonight. It was only a matter of time before his patience grew thin. I've waited this long, what's the harm in a bit longer?

A/n: Okayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy, I know the 'almost' kiss didn't seem like much but we're gonna get a recap from Troye's pov too so shush. And don't yell at me or Shaun, they couldn't kiss yet or the plot wouldn't work. TRUST ME, I WANT THEM TO KISS AS MUCH AS YOU DO. Also, I'm sorry if this chapter seemed all-over the place idk, I'm not happy with it but I felt Lily hadn't had enough cameo so she made another appearance. Maybe she'll come back idk who knows, not me, definitely not me because i never plan any of my plots out. Okay, in other news, those of you who follow me probably seen my status announcing my vacation for a week or so. It may be longer because I just have a lot going on this week PLUS plot planning so. This update does not mean my vacation is over, it simply means WE HIT FUCKING ONE-HUNDRED-THOUSAND READS. THAT IS. HOLY. MOLY. BUMBOLI RAVIOLI QUENSICOLI MOKKABOLI. YOU GUYSSS, I'VE NEVER HAD A STORY HIT THIS WHILE IT WAS STILL IN PROGRESS AND I'M LEGIT SO EMOTIONAL. I LOVE YOU ALL BUNCHES AND BUNCHES AND I'M GLAD YOU'RE ENJOYING THE STORY STILL. OKAY COMMENT AND VOTE AND LOVE NATALIA KILLS. SERIOUSLY THOUGH. SHE'S LIKE THE BEST SINGER OKBYE IM RAMBLING GOODBYE

Also, this chapter is dedicated to the lovely Ida, for sitting here and helping me hit 100k because she wanted the update before she went to sleep, haha. She's an amazing person, AND the author of one of my absolute faaaaaaavorite smuts. Like, Troye is getting hot and bothered by Troyler fanfiction in it and if that doesn't interest you.. WHO ARE YOU? So go read it, her wattpad name is @Colour-me-troyler and it's called "A Lot Like Fiction". I'm serious, I've re-read this so many times, you are missing out if you haven't read it. (I just realized this is the second chapter I've dedicated to her and this smut but that just shows how much I adore it. ALSO, she's writing a new one so make sure to follow right now okgo)