TROYE'S POV

Guards escorted all four of us to two enclosed rooms. I was put in a room with Alfie, leaving Zoe with Tyler in a room alone. Me and Aflie's room had two beds that looked very uncomfortable and a TV screen I'm sure was specifically there for Kay's announcements. I knew it was probably late at night, but I felt like an insomniac. I thought of Troye and I missed him. I missed him more than a guy should miss their best friend. I knew I liked him, though, so that was already something I didn't need to overthink (it's happened. I finally admitted to myself I liked him). I thought of his whole hand holding stunt, and smiled like an idiot. How could he make me so ridiculously happy when I knew life was shitty right now?

"Alfie?" I looked toward Alfie.

"Yeah?"

"What's it like to fall in love?" I felt stupid that I was asking this, my mind obviously on Tyler.

"Whats it like to fall in love.." he repeated, pausing, "Well, it's where you can see your whole world and all of its stars in someone's eyes. It's where no matter what you're going through, that one person can make you smile. Love is complicated. Love is frustrating. It's also beautiful, though. Love is falling in love with someone even more each day. Love is knowing you're taking the fall, and you can turn back, but falling anyways."

I thought for a bit, and as I was about to say something, but Alfie spoke first.

"Why do you ask?"

I bit my lip. "Oh.. No reason."

"Troye??" He asked, obviously less than convinced.

"What? Can't a guy just ask what it means to be in love without the world blowing up?" I tried so hard not to blush, which is impossible right now. I usually don't let myself connect the dots between Tyler and whatever love means very often.

"We're most likely going to die, you can tell me. Who do I have to tell? I'm pretty sure a pillow can keep a secret.." Alfie said, smiling.

"I- " I couldn't say anything. I couldn't finish my damn sentence. I knew I was blushing.
God Troye!!

"Is.. is it Tyler you're thinking about?"
Damn it!

I nodded my head, I couldn't lie to such a good friend, and even if I did, it would most likely be unsuccessful. I don't lie very often.

"I think he likes you back.. I mean- if you like him.. I didn't mean it like that! I just jumped to conclusions because-"

I cut him off. "Alfie. I like him. I don't know if he likes me, though."

He smiled, probably not knowing what to say. Alfie crawled onto his bed and fell asleep, leaving me to lay in mine, wide awake.
I wonder if Tyler's thinking about me right now.. troye! What the hell? You have better things to worry about than just a stupid boy. Stupid, but adorable.. TROYE!

I felt insane as I had an argument with myself. My thoughts were consuming me.

TYLER'S POV

I was alone. In a room. With Zoe. Who was having a panic attack. I tried to soothe her and calm her down, but she just smacked my hand away.

She sobbed and I felt guilty for not trying to help her again.

"Zoe.."

"SHUT UP TYLER!!"

I was taken aback by her yelling. Zoe never yelled.

"Zoe.. Let me help you!"

"Tyler. Please stop!!!"

I knew she meant it. I crawled away from her, and got into my bed. I lay awake.
I wonder how Troye's doing?

He had Alfie there to keep him company. Zoe didn't even want my existence to well.. exist.

I'm pretty sure we were gonna die. I fell asleep and was haunted by nightmares that President Kay killed Alfie, Zoe, Troye, and Connor, leaving me to live a life of misery. So i was about to commit suicide when I woke up. Zoe looked at me, started by any movement. I smiled weakly at her.

"Bad dream"

"Yes"

We didn't say anything after that. Zoe did look better though, which I was grateful for.

Guards came in, and showed us to a big, dim, open room with a cage in the center. The cage was covered by a dark purple drape. Moments later, Alfie and Troye walked in. My heart skipped a beat at the sight of Troye. He didn't fix his hair, or anything, but I didn't mind. He was flawless to me. I heard shuffling from the cage.
It's probably a demonized lion from the president sent to kill us.

Speaking of the devil! President Kay took him time approaching us.

"Well. Well. Well."

I was disgusted with him.

"I know Zalfie aren't gay. I do know that Troyler is. I also know of someone who you all have close ties with, who's also gay." He perked up at his own words.

I tensed up. Who else is gay? Then it hit me. Connor. Connor fucking Franta!!!!!!!!!

As I realized this, the drape was taken off of the cage, revealing a bruised Connor Franta.

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM?!?!" I yelled. I ran to the cage.

"Connor?" I was near tears. He was a wreck. All because of Alex Kay.

"You don't want this happening to you, do you?" His words like ice.

The guards sat us down, and turned us away from Connor.

"It could be worse.. hmm.. Let's have a little fun, shall we Troye?" (Authors note: this isn't dirty, it's a song reference.. Fun by Troye Sivan?? Okay, I'm not crazy. Bye.)

I heard him shuffle a little. Then I heard a scream from Connor. Then a gunshot.