Tyler's POV
I bounce up and down in my seat as Alfie is driving down the freeway. "Calm down Tyler." Zoe orders from the back seat. "Everything will be fine, trust me."
"Zoe, unless you can prove your magical psychic powers to me, I can and will not calm down right now." I answer continuing to bounce up and down on my seat.
"If he doesn't stop shaking the car am I allowed to throw him out the window?" Alfie asks grumpily.
"Someone's not sunshine in the morning." I mutter under my breath but I stop bouncing all the same.
"Well I might be a bit more cheerful if I had remembered that you never sleep and I had booked a hotel room instead of staying at your apartment." He retorts.
"Puh-lease! I sleep. Sometimes. I just hate going to bed. But I also hate getting up in the morning." I say.
"Doesn't every teenager with wifi have that problem?" Zoe asks. "And by the way, you want your first child to be named Narry. If that's not proof of my psychic gifts I don't know what is."
"Everybody knows that." I reply. "What's our family dog going to be called?" I ask turning around to look at her.
"Zouis." Zoe replies without lifting her head from her magazine.
Damn. She's good.
"Tyler." Zoe lifts her head from her magazine and looks at me. "I promise that you will not regret telling Troye how you feel. Even if it doesn't work out the way it should you will not regret coming clean about your feelings. Besides I am like 99.9% sure Troye feels the same way about you."
"But what if he doesn't." I whisper.
"Then we'll get Alfie to beat some sense into him and you and I will have a shopping spree at Ben and Jerry's and go buy you the first of your five cats." She grins.
I crack a smile. The first one all morning. Suddenly I'm feeling alright about telling Troye how I feel. At least when he falls in love with some model on tour he won't be oblivious to my feelings. Actually.. Is that a good thing or a bad thing?
