*Tyler's POV*

I could barely contain my excitement when I seen Troye awkwardly strolling down the sidewalk ahead of us. 

"There he is!" I yelped, grabbing onto Connor's arm and hopping up and down. Connor just laughed but I could tell he thought my reaction was over the top. I was always over the top about everything though, especially anything that included Troye. He was my best friend and that was saying something considering the amount of people I associated myself with.

"Hey!" I screamed, running toward him as fast as my short legs could carry me. He looked up just before I tackled him. I squeezed him to me with every bit of strength I could muster. I buried my face into his chest and inhaled. He smelled even better than I remembered. I don't know if it's just because of how many moisturizers he uses but every time I'm with him he has a completely different scent, each one better than the last.

The next ten minutes were a complete blur to me. All I knew for sure was how excited I was. I don't remember getting this excited over anything for months, probably since the last time Troye and I were reunited. Troye was awkward like he usually was when we first met up. He hadn't stopped blushing or smiling since I'd first called to him. I doubt he even realized he had the goofy smile on his face, because if he did he'd be trying to cover it up. 

"Are we almost there? Maybe we should just get a taxi." Connor complained, strutting ahead of the rest of us. I snorted at his impatience but didn't leave my place by Troye's side. I'd been more nervous about meeting Troye's brother than I was about seeing him again. And it would seem I had good reason. It wasn't often I ran into a person that I couldn't win over despite all my efforts, but I had a hunch Steele would be one of those people. He already had an opinion of me and it didn't look like it'd be easy to change it.

"It's literally on the next street, calm down." I reassure, tripping over Troye's foot and face-planting against Connor's back.

"And I should calm down? You're practically flinging yourself at me, you slut." I roll my eyes and get back on my feet. The second I have sure footing again I feel Troye's hands on my shoulders.

"I am so sorry." He whispers, staring into my eyes. I feel my knees turning to jelly and look away quickly. I'm not supposed to feel this way about him, damn it. 

"It was an accident, don't worry about it." I manage through clenched teeth. Troye still looks concerned but at least he lets go of me and hurries to catch up to his brother. I walk behind, trying to calm my heart beat down. Troye had been so embarassed when I felt his heartbeat earlier but he had no idea mine was three times as fast. 

"Tyler? Hurry up! You're our guide after all." Troye laughed, gesturing for me to join them up ahead. Oh god, why did his features have to light up so perfectly when he laughed? And who gave him the right to have such mesmerizing eyes? I ran to catch up, stumbling over myself once I finally did. Why was I such a klutz?

"Is that the place?" Steele mouthed, pointing to the familiar red building.

"Yes sir!" I beam, running ahead. I can hear their muffled whispers behind me and grin. At first glance the place is a lot to take in so I don't blame them for being judgmental, but I knew they'd love it upon entering. The atmosphere is so friendly compared to that of the restaurants in LA.

Once inside I stood by the door, waiting to see their reactions. As I suspected they all looked fascinated and surprised by the interior. 

"This is nice!" Troye said cheerily, walking over to stand beside me. I loved having him with me, it was like I got to show him off to the rest of the world. Hey look, this is my best friend and I challenge you to find a cuter one. 

"Come on, let's find our seats!" I exclaim before grabbing his hand. I watch him blush out of the corner of my eye and giggled. I imagine he was probably embarrassed about his sweaty palms but I didn't really mind, it's not like it's something he can help anyway. We chose a table in the back corner and I once again scanned their expressions. Connor just looked happy to be anywhere they served food, Troye looked like he was in love with the uncanny little place, but Steele had a frown painted clear on his face.

"What's wrong?" I ask, talking directly to him for the first time since meeting him. I knew I should have introduced myself but he knew who I was and something about him made me uncomfortable. I'm sure he was a nice guy overall if he was raised by the Mellet's, but that didn't mean he was going to be nice to me.

"It's just not the type of place I'd normally go to, that's all."

"Well suck it up, Steele, because I love it! Thanks Tyler." Troye said, reaching across the table to squeeze my shoulder. For some reason his approval meant an awful lot to me. I grabbed a menu and scooched closer to him so we could share one, even though there were enough for each of us. Troye didn't seem to complain though, I think he liked hearing my descriptions of every dish. Shortly after we'd ordered the waitress returned with two huge trays of food.

"Here you go." She mumbled, placing our respective dishes in front of us. I studied Troye's face as he took the first bite. He looked over and locked eyes with me as he chewed and I could literally feel the blood rushing to my cheeks. I broke away to stare down at my own food, but I was still blushing like mad.

"So what's the verdict? Is it yumyum.com/org?" I giggle, picking a fry off my plate halfheartedly.

"Yes! This is amazing Tyler!" He gushed, kicking my foot under the table to get my attention. I looked back up at him and was relieved to see his big toothy smile.

"Well, it's nothing special. I used to eat here every week with Korey when I lived here." I was surprised to see Troye's face sink back to the table when I mentioned Korey. Surely he didn't have anything against Korey? He hadn't even met him yet.

"So... It kind of sucks you're only here for a few days." I offered in an attempt to break the silence. No such luck considering how Troye just nodded and the other two ignored me. I was ecstatic when the announcer finally walked to the middle of the room and told us all to pick team name's.

"Pick team name's for what?" Connor asked, his mouth still full of food. I reached over the table before he even finished and tapped his jaws shut.

"The trivia! It has a different theme every week though so I don't think we have much of a chance. What should our team name be?"

"You pick, you're probably the funniest of all of us." Troye said, staring at me adoringly. I felt a familiar tightness in my stomach, the feeling I got whenever I thought of Troye's feelings toward me.

"Hmm... How about the cunt crusaders?" I say perkily. I can physically see Steele's disapproval in his eyes but Connor seems to get a kick out of it so that's what we go with. 

Fifteen minutes later and we were all holding brand new copies of The Wanted's new cd. We'd completely bombed at trivia but we won for best team name. I was shocked considering it was only the first thing off of the top of my head. I kept looking over at Troye with a goofy smile on my face, which I normally do anyway but at least right now I had a reason. He kept repeating how surprised he was about winning and staring down at the stupid CD like it was his prized possession. 

"Do you even like The Wanted?" I ask when he holds the cd to his face for the second time. He looks shocked I asked so it must have been a stupid question.

"Yes! I mean, they aren't my favorite band but I definitely like them. See, this is why we let you pick the team name." He laughed. I shrugged and stared at the ground to hide from the adoration in his eyes. Why was he so proud of me, anyway? All I did was come up with some stupid name. 

"We should probably get going. We'll meet up tomorrow for the Twitter headquarters." Steele announces, standing before any of us get the chance to reply. I know he's probably right but I don't want to be separated from Troye just yet. I jump up to entwine our arms as he heads toward the door. 

"So I was thinking that we could go to that seafood place after the Twitter HQ, then we could go see the sea lions." I'd never seen Troye's eyes light up so much before.

"Really? Are there a lot of them?" He was practically skipping down the street which was for from the usual for him. He was also not watching where he was going so it was a good thing I'd locked arms with him.

"Hundreds."

"Can you pat them?"

"No, but if you throw them bread they'll eat it. Someone once told me bread isn't good for them though so I don't know how great of an idea that is." I babble on, trying to stall him from leaving. Steele doesn't seem to be having any of it though because he's tapping his foot on the cement and staring at Troye menacingly.

"That's awesome! I'm almost more excited for that than the Twitter tour." He chimes before noticing the way Steele is scowling at him. "We really should head back to our hotel though."

"I know, I know, don't blame me for trying to put it off. The last time we separated I didn't see you for nearly six months." I say it casually but really I felt like parting ways with him was the furthest possible thing from what I wanted to do right now. I knew the second he was out of sight I'd get that sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. I realize he still hasn't replied so I look up to see what's keeping him. He's just standing there looking like a doofus and staring at me.

"Troye?"

"Oh, don't mind me totally blanking. But we're going to see each other again tomorrow so it's not a big deal." 

"I beg to differ, but I'll let you go. This time." I say, pulling him into a hug for a second time that day. There was something so different about Troye's hugs than everyone else's. I could stay with him held to me for days without getting tired of it. Every hug seemed to last longer too because I always lost complete track of time when I was in his arms. Steele, on the other hand, was practically counting down the seconds on his watch behind us. I knew because he cleared his throat impatiently.

"Alright, I'll see you tomorrow. Bye, Tilly." Troye said, backing out of the hug to look me in the eyes. His face was so close to mine I found myself staring at his lips instead of into his eyes. He must of noticed because they turned up into a huge smile.

"Oh yeah, bye." I laughed, shoving my hands into my pockets so he couldn't tell they were balled up into fists. Why did he have to be the one to make me so nervous? I mean, sure I'd gotten nervous around guys before but never to the extent that I lost track of what I was doing or what I was saying. I was known for my ability of conversation among my friends, so why was it my mind drew a complete blank when faced with Troye?

"Bye." Steele spat, grabbing Troye's arm and heading off before I got another chance to make myself look like a fool. Connor was standing there staring at me to make matters worse, so I had to hide the way my heart ache while watching Troye walk away. I had to keep reminding myself that I'd see him tomorrow so it wasn't a big deal compared to how long we usually were separated but it still ate away at me that we were in the same city and not together.

A/n: Eyy lil kiddies, wanna give me a vote or a comment? It'll help me reach my dream of becoming a shoe polishing elf