Jacob had spent the day with his photography buddy; pleased that work hadn't felt like work at all. The photo shoot was casual, he'd just needed a few updated photos for his portfolio. He checked the time to see that is was already six. Troye and him had failed to discuss a time of arrival, for the second time. To make matters worse, he couldn't call. Still lacking one essential component to their new friendship, a phone number. Were they even friends? He supposed they could fall into the category of exceptionally good neighbours.
Jacob's thoughts were short lived as his stomach growled, reminding him he'd neglected food since morning. He quickly decided to pick something up for both him and Troye. Mostly, due to the fact that, from what he'd gathered, Troye didn't seemed quite capable of feeding himself much less another human.
Jacob had been slightly overwhelmed when choosing the type of food to get. This resulted in his current situation. Stood outside of Troye's door carrying a large assortment of snacks. He'd gotten a bunch of his favorites along with weird things he'd never tried; figuring a worst it would turn into a taste test of sorts. Arms filled with food he kicked the door twice. Troye quickly answered, a faint frown on his face. His eyes quickly lighting up upon seeing the tall boy holding food.
"You brought food!" Troye exclaimed causing Jacob to giggle at his childlike excitement.
"Yep, food that's going to be on the ground in point five seconds if you don't let me in" Jacob huffed; his arm twitching.
"Not by the hair on my chinny chin chin"
"You have no hair. You're five. Oh and, I will murder you."
"Ru-" Troye began before receiving a death glare. He slowly backed up allowing Jacob inside. "If looks could kill" Troye said; closing the door and turning to Jacob.
"I would really love to go over my clever plan to murder you but I haven't eaten anything since this morning." Jacob teased grabbing a packet of sour gummies from one of the bags.
"To think, you seemed so nice the day we first met. Not sure murder would be very neighbourly of you."
"Pfft, you've been here three days and I have greeted you kindly, made you coffee, offered to help you unpack and brought snacks to your place." Jacob stated matter of factly.
"Yes, I know. I'm very lucky. I got the best neighbour in the world." Troye said causing Jacob to smile. "Doesn't mean, I can't still fear for my life. Have you seen your death glare?"
Jacob shook his head in response before grabbing the bag of snacks and heading for the couch. He wondered what had come over Troye, he'd seemed so meek yesterday. Maybe, well rested Troye was slightly more confident Troye. Alternatively, he could be warming up the me, Jacob thought. Feeling rather content with this final conclusion.
Jacob watched Troye rummage through the bags of candy and snacks, a small squeal coming from the boy.
"You got my favorite!" Troye giddly shouted; holding up a package of sweet tart gummies. "But some of this stuff looks horrid. Why on Earth would I want to try fairy floss flavored pretzels?"
"Why wouldn't you?"
"Because it's...odd"
"We only think things are weird because they're unknown. I personally think everything out of the box is a lovely idea."
Jacob grabbed the bag of pretzels and opened them. He examined it suspiciously. It looked rather ordinary and it smelled rather ordinary. Shrugging this off, he handed one to Troye. Who also looked rather skeptical before popping it in his mouth. Jacob doing the same. Both boys scrunching up their noses in distaste.
"Well, those weren't so lovely" Jacob admitted. "We could always try these. They look good, right?" he said as he pushed a bag of licorice flavored cookies towards them.
"Jacob, they are black cookies. If that doesn't scream "Don't eat me" I wonder what else you'd put in your mouth"
"As far as food goes, there isn't much I wouldn't eat. As far as other things, l'd probably just allow dicks and toothbrushes, in my month" Jacob smirked at a flustered Troye.
"Uhh, s-s-same?
Jacob was a little more than confused, when a slight joyous feeling rushed over him. It quickly faded realizing he'd left Troye with no response. Looking up he noticed the poor boy's leg shaking, nervously. On instinct his hand reached out and was gently placed on Troye's shaking leg steadying it.
"I should probably help you unpack." Jacob took his hand away and stood up feeling self conscious. He let out a sigh of relief as Troye followed his lead and opted not to question his actions.
"Sound like a plan, you can start with that box. I'll be right back."
Left alone Jacob began to question his feelings for the small boy. He'd flirted with him before but that was nothing abnormal, for his kittenish personality. Besides, Troye was admittedly gorgeous. Feelings wouldn't be an unusual response.
Jacob heard a door open and footsteps come his way. He moved swiftly opening the box Troye had directed him to. He scanned over the boxes contents; his eyes instantly moving back to the section of nail polish.
"You have nail polish?" Jacob questioned; not bothering to look up as he pulled out a few of the bottles.
"Yeah. That isn't an important box, though. Why don't we save it for later. Try opening tha-"
Troye was cut by a scoff. "Not important? Nail polish is very important. I haven't been able to paint my nails with all the shoots I've been having lately. Actually, do you think we could paint our nails?" Jacob happily questioned.
"I just painted mine but if you pick a colour, I'll paint yours."
Jacob scanned over the nail polish before eyeing a dark blue, virtually black colour with silver speckles. He picked it up and made his way back to the couch. Troye sat down beside him, placing a magazine on his own lap before he motioned for Jacob's hand.
"It's time for you to tell me about yourself. What did you mean by shoots, earlier?" Troye inquired.
"I meant photo shoots. I model for a living. As for hobbies, I'm a huge fan of music. I really enjoy listening to oldies and discovering new songs. Writing is the real deal for me, though. I write poetry and short fiction. And, uh...I grew up in orange county, California."
"It feels nice to know some things about you. You don't seem so mysterious anymore. Also, give me your other hand, please"
Jacob examined his finished hand. "They look nice"
"We seem to have more in common than I thought" Troye continued ignoring Jacobs comment.
"Yeah, I guess we do"
"I'm done" Troye yawned out.
"I should probably head back to my apartment." Jacob said carefully getting up. Attempting to avoid ruining his freshly painted nails.
"Can I just say one thing before you go?" Troye asked; looking directly into Jacob's eyes. "You, completely suck at unpacking. That being said, I think it's safe to say we are beyond the neighbour stage"
"I would have to agree with both your statements. And to apologize for my poor attempt at unpacking, I think I'll have to take you out."
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Well, I said this chapter was going to be longer. I lied. I said this chapter was going to be better. I lied again. I need sleep asap but as always I hope this was enjoyable! :)

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