TYLER'S POV

Hunter jots things down on a notebook and then tells me I should eat. I should. But I can't. He eventually just gives up trying.

"When exactly did you fall in love with Zoe?" He questioned further.

"Things like this happen over time..." I say smoothly, not wanting to give away too much.

"Hmm.." Hunter scribbles this information on his notebook and then looks up at me like he wants to say something, but then forgets.

"If I let Zoe in here alone with you would it be too much??"

I nod. He seems to understand how much pressure is being put on me with my situation and all the interrogation.

"Are you going to willingly take the serum this time??" He asks, like he needs to be prepared if I'm planning to fight it.

"Yeah.." I say. I haven't really been in a mood to fight anything at all.

I slip into the world of the simulation.

Zoe is doing dishes in her pajamas. I hug her waist. She smells amazing, like sugar.

"Good morning, Tyler" she says, looking at me with those big beautiful eyes. Where else have I seen eyes like that? On Troye. Suddenly, I let go of my embrace with Zoe. She looks at me questionably.

"I.. uh.. I really have to use the bathroom!" I say, covering up my thoughts about Troye.

I escape to the bathroom and splash cold water on my face and take a deep breath before walking back out.

"Want help with dishes??"

"That's okay" she says.

I ignore it and help her with dishes. She splashes me with dish water, getting me wet. I look at her and she sees it coming so she runs toward the couch.

I run after her. She grabs a throw pillow for defense. I grab one too.

"Two can play at this game." I say, smirking.

She throws the pillow at my face before running outside to the sunlit patio. I follow. She stops, not having anywhere else to run. I run up to her and kiss her slowly. She kisses me back and shoves me to the ground, walking back inside, claiming victory.

I get up off of the ground and step inside to see Zoe lighting some candles.

"What's the candles for?" I ask.

"I love candles!! I just bought all of these yesterday!! They're so amazing!!"

"Okay." I say, smiling at her dorkiness.

I walk off to the bathroom and undress to take a shower. The hot water feels so wonderful. I am full of positivity. As I shampoo my hair, I begin to smile and I realize I can't stop. It's almost ridiculous. How one person can make me so happy. One person can show me new heights. I get out of the shower and dress into jeans and a blue button up shirt and fold the sleeves' edges up in Hannah Hart fashion.

That's when my vision starts to black out and when I open my eyes, I'm staring at the ceiling of my metal cage.

"What happened?" Hunter asks.

I run hand through my hair and exhale, closing my eyes for two seconds hoping I can hold onto that sweet happiness.

"Zoe.. makes me happy. So so happy. She takes me to a new high. Nobody has ever made me so happy in my entire life" I say recalling what the serum made me feel.

"Okay" he jots it down on his notebook then exits.

I wish that simulation would last forever. I felt so high, so energized, like I was on top of the world. I've never felt like that before. How can a simulation make me have such strong feelings for someone I'm not even in love with?

I feel emotionally drained and I'd sleep except my thoughts don't allow it. So I shut off the lights and sit in the dark for awhile.

  TROYE'S POV

David starts crying. I don't know what triggered it exactly, but it doesn't look like he is okay. 

"David?" He turns his tear streaked face to look at me.

"What?!" He says, barely audible.

"Whats up? What happened?"

"Oh.. it's nothing." He wipes the tears from his face with his sleeve and forces himself to stop crying, "I just thought of something that hurt me awhile back and it's lingered in my mind all day.. I should control my thoughts.."

"No. No, it's okay.." I reassure him, "do you want to talk about it?"

He shakes his head no. I approach him and hug him, hoping he knows I'm here for him. I haven't risked my life for him like he is for me but it's the least I can do.

When he stops hugging me, we start talking about his art work..

"Yeah.. I used to draw everywhere when I was younger. I got bullied severely and drawing let me express my feelings in a secretive way that no one else could understand. Like, I would draw rain pouring down on a flower, and shade the flower a rainbow of color. It's a metaphor that the flower keeps its color even through the rain. So I kept my colors through the rain. You have to be a warrior."

I nod because I know exactly what he means. I got bullied in one of my schools until I moved to a different town, different school, in eighth grade and things were a little easier.

You could feel the connection between David and I without even saying it. He closes his eyes and rests his head on the wall.

I watch him and since his eyes are shut, he doesn't know. He was pretty cute, I wonder why he didn't fit into the popular clique at school..

He suddenly opens his eyes and catches me staring, and I blush, staring at the floor inches away.

"Do you stare at everyone, Sivan, or just me??" He teases, making me blush harder (IF YOU WANNA KEEP ME, YOU GOTTA GOTTA GOTTA GOTTA GOT TO BLUSH HARDER!! ;) sorry I had to).

I look up to his brown eyes and we lock eyes for a minute.

"What's your hidden talent??" He asks.

"Not everyone's talented."

"I reject that out of hand. There's gotta be something you love to do..."

"Oh.. nah.. it's stupid"

"Oh c'mon! Tell me!!!"

"It's nothing like your story with your artwork."

"That's because my story is unique as is, im sure, yours. Now talk."

"Okay.. okay.. I write music.."

"Great! Now where's your unique story???" He smiles with anticipation as if it's the most interesting thing in the world.

"I just... ugh.. this is going to sound stupid, I can tell already.. that's why nobody ever listens.. well, see, I started writing when I was 14. Before that, music was always a part of my life but when i started writing, a whole new world unfolded in front of me.. Music, whether I'm writing it or listening to it, gives me an escape. Music is where I belong. It's where I belong even though I feel like an outcast everywhere else. Music is who I am. I breathe it in. It's like a drug and there's no way to stop this addiction, not that I'd ever want to."

He pauses, taking it all in for a bit.

"Troye.." he says quietly, softly.

"Yeah?" I turn to look at him sitting right next to me.

"That was beautiful." His eyes have such a depth to them I lose myself completely.

"It was nothing.." I say taking my eyes off of his, when actually, he was the first to say anything like that.

"You're amazing" he says and I can see it in his eyes, hear it in his voice that he means it.

"Thank you. Nobody else cares.."

"Well I do"

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