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troye laid on the wet grass looking up at the sky. he loved the way the stars littered the dark night. his momma once told him that stars are special because no matter how far away he is from home he could always look up and know that his family were looking at them too.
“troye, what in the hell are you doing?” tyler asked, standing next to him. “admiring.” troye whispered, not keeping his eyes off of them. he felt tyler lay next to him. “they’re astonishing aren’t they?” troye mumbled. “i never really noticed, but yeah. they are pretty cool.” tyler said, connecting the starts.
“troye look at that one! it looks like a bull!” tyde cheered. “and that one looks like a lion!” troye said, smiling. “children, come on inside, dinners ready.” momma said, standing in the door way of the backyard. “oh momma, five more minutes please! i’m afraid if we leave, new stars will pass us by!” sage cried. “honey, the stars never leave. they’re here to stay for all of us to admire. they’re here to keep us safe from the dark nights, now come on in please.”
troye felt tyler’s strong arms slip under his neck, pulling the two closer together. at least now, it wasn’t directly on the wet grass. the scent was beginning to linger troye’s cloths, and for the most part the scent wasn’t very appealing. although, tyler continued to smell of cinnamon and cigarettes. except for the fact that the cigarette smell was far stronger than the cinnamon at that moment.
“papa, can you stop smoking?” eight year old troye said, watching his father read the newspaper and flicking the ashes into the ‘i love heart sydney’ ashtray. “troye, you know i want to, but i just can’t.” he said, taking a drag. “but papa, it ain’t good for your health.” troye whined. “my health doesn’t really matter. i’m old anyways sonny.” shawn said chuckling. troye sighed, giving up on saying anything more.
troye never smoked until his senior year.
“troye, stop being a pussy and take a damn drag, mate!” caspar said, laughing as he passed the blunt. “guys, honestly, i’m fine!” troye said, resisting. “please troye?” kayla said, in her sweet soft voice. “fine.” he groaned, taking a hit. he ended up coughing, but his second try was so much better. he felt so care free, like he could do whatever the hell he wanted to. until it got to the point where his parents found out and sent his to rehab for a week during summer cause it was to much. he came back, and went back to his addiction.
“why do you smoke?” troye asked, inching closer to tyler. “cause, it helps me get my mind of shit.” tyler said, letting his head fall on top of troye’s. “are you addicted?” troye whispered. tyler didn’t say anything for a couple minutes, but finally said, “yes. just like i’m addicted to you.”
“troye, when are you going to put down the blunt. we’re older now, and everyone stopped living this way.” kayla said, grunting as troye took another drag. “look. i just want you to mind your own business for a while. i’m still trying figure myself out and this-” he said, raising it “helps.” he finished.
“i love you tyler.” troye said, lifting himself to look tyler in the eyes. “i think we should go inside.” tyler said, ignoring what he had just heard. “tyler, do you not love me?” troye said, his heart collapsing. “dinner should be ready by now.” tyler said, not daring to look troye in the eyes. “stop ignoring me!” troye cried, tears beginning to stream down his face. tyler finally looked him in the face and whispered, “i do. believe me. it’s just hard for me to say it.” looking down at the drying grass. troye’s tears fell, and he was speechless. “but you’re always going to be my princess.” he said, looking up and giving troye a smile. tyler leaned in for a simple kiss, that troye eagerly took.
he was upset, but troye was understanding. “why don’t we go inside, baby boy?” tyler said carrying troye inside. troye latched onto tyler’s neck as he was being carried. tears began to slow, but some fell onto tyler’s shirt. it hurt tyler, and no matter how much he actually cared about troye his tender lips freeze when he tries to express it. he can barely mutter a “me too” or “same” when troye expresses his love.
his phone buzzing on the bedside table brought him out of his deep thoughts as he laid in bed. he reached for it, and answered, getting out of the bed to talk.
“hello? is this tyler oakley?” the caller said.
“yes, how may i help you?” tyler said, confused.
in the background of the call, he heard ‘we got him boss’. tyler’s heart dropped as he began to rush to wake up troye and the others.
“we’re out to get you for human trafficking and kidnapping.” the caller said. thus ending the call.
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Authors Notes
So, I’m sorry to say this but this book is coming to an end. Expect maybe 3-4 more chapters. I really had tons of fun writing it and I love the support it’s getting. I’m sorry this chapter is a tad short, mainly because I want to start writing the next few. Thanks! xx
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