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TYLER
Tyler Oakley was 18 when he met Troye Sivan Mellet.
"Tyler! Get off of your laptop and help the new neighbors!" Jackie, Tyler's mom was always one to help other people, so when she had seen the Mellet's moving truck pull into the driveway next to theirs, she saw an opportunity.
Tyler hastily sat up and closed his laptop. He didn't feel the need to help the new neighbors. He was 18, and all he needed was food and internet connection. You could hear his feet walk across the cold hardwood floors. He peered out of his window facing the Mellet's driveway. He stood leaned up against the window frame as he watched the new family open up a U Haul and grab box by box and carry it in the newly purchased house. He counted six people in all. Six new people that his mom would force him to Interact with.
He grabbed one of his favorite sweaters( a white pullover with various foods on it), and headed out his room and down the stairs. His mom was in the kitchen, and called his name again."Tyler!" Tyler rolled his eyes and walked around the corner to greet her. "I'm right here mom, gosh stop screaming." "Go help the neighbors" Tyler, instead of replying, grabbed a mug from the cabinet and made some coffee. He went to take a sip,but before he could think, the scorching coffee was already on its way down his throat. "SHIT!" He screamed and sat the coffee down. He would make tea later. He preferred tea anyway.
"Tyler, go help them or the internet is being turned off!" Shit, he couldn't bare without internet. He needed it for Tumblr, and he NEEDS Tumblr. Tyler walked over to the the coat closet and opened it. He grabbed a pair of old Crocs he had gotten a while back, and slipped them on. He opened the door and the cold December air hit him like a semi truck. Michigan's winters were brutal. Who the fuck would move in this weather? He turned around and pulled the door shut. Great. Now he had to go interact.
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Tyler was almost at the U Haul when he was greeted by whom most likely was Mr. Mellet.His mom had mentioned him, but that's all."Hey there kid. Come to meet the new neighbors?" The loud voice startled him and he jumped back a bit. He looked up to meet the eyes of one of his new neighbors. Tyler was kind of a small guy to start with. Only 5'5, and he was done growing. Mr. Mellet towered him. Tyler finally found his voice and spoke. "I-uh- I'm Tyler. I uh, I came to help you uh, move in?" He was unsure of his words as he spoke. He thought his newly acquainted neighbor would just tell him it was all good and he could leave, but to his suprise, Mr.Mellet laughed and patted Tyler on his back. "That'd be great! By the way, I'm Mr.Mellet. But call me Shaun." Shaun smiled and looked over to the others whom were still getting boxes. " Over there, is Sage. She's my girl. And then there's Tyde, Steele, and Troye. Then my beautiful wife Laurelle." He smiled another wide smile and then turned and walk off.
Tyler looked down, fixed his sweater, and walked over to the truck.
TROYE
Troye grabbed a box labeled DVDs. He was freezing. His whole life, he had only known warm weather. He spent his first two years growing up In South Africa, and then moved to Australia. He was now 17, and due to his dad's new job, they had packed up and moved to America. Troye didn't know too much about America, other than the basics.He thought when his dad said they were moving to Michigan, that there would be beaches and warm weather all year, like in Perth. There were beaches, but only in the summer, and December isn't summer. It was 29 degrees out, and all he had on was a light sweatshirt and black jeans.
He was about to go and grab his jacket that his mom insisted he bring with him, when he saw a shadow by the edge of the truck.
"Hiya! I'm Tyler Oakley. I live next door. I um, I just got done talking to Mr.Mellet-er, um- Shaun." Of course his dad had talked to him. He always is the one to send friends Troye's way. "Listen, I'm not really wanting to be best friends. Okay?" The look on the guys face in front of him looked almost hurt. He brushed his green hair aside( well, it's more of the greeny colored milk in the bowl after you eat Lucky Charms), and was about to say something until Troye cut him off.
"I-I'm sorry. It's just my dad is always trying to have me make friends.So, uh, what are you doing here?" Great Troye. Make him feel uncomfortable why don't ya. " Oh, my mom thought I should help you guys unload. It was probably just an excuse to get me off Tumblr." So he had a Tumblr? Maybe he might be able to make friends with this Tyler guy. His hair was pretty cool too. "Oh, well I'm just getting this box, and I have to go grab my jacket-" the box he was "getting" was falling out of his arms. "Shit!" The box fell and hit the ground that was covered in white flurries. He just noticed it had been snowing. Before he could reach down to grab the box, he heard a loud cackle. He looked up and Tyler was laughing. Troye picked the box up, and just laughed a bit, but not a regular laugh, but one that you do when you fuck shit up. He was walking to the door when he felt a hand on his shoulder. "Sorry, I didn't mean to embarrass you..." It was Tyler. "No,, it's uh, it's okay. It was kinda funny." Tyler smiled. "Yeah it was."