Troye nervously waited outside his hotel in San Francisco. He, Connor, and Tyler were getting ready for their last day around town before going their separate ways.

"I have to tell Tyler how I feel. This is my last chance." Troye thought.

Just then, Tyler walked out the front lobby's double-doors. He saw Troye standing a few feet away. Tyler slowly shuffled over to his twink of a best friend. He seemed serious, yet emotional.

"Hey, Troye. Wow, you're up early."

"Hi Tyler. Yeah. I couldn't sleep anymore."

"Oh, yeah? Are you ok? You usually sleep as long as possibley can. Haha!"

"Tyler, there's something you should know." Troye's voice was stern and compassionate.

"Yes, Troye?" Tyler replied, a little bit confused, but excited to know what he thought he was going to say.

"Tyler, I..."

"Morning you guys. Ready for our last day in San Francisco?"

As Troye was about to say what he felt, Connor walked out onto the sidewalk that they were both standing on.

"Really, Connor? Really?" Troye thought.