I’m doing both because I love the idea of this x
“(Y/N), wake up sweetie” you hear one of your dads, Tyler, say in a soft voice. You’re awake, but not ready to open your eyes and let in all the sights of the morning. You pull your duvet up over your head and nestle underneath it, blocking him out.
“(Y/N)-OH DEAR LORD”
“Dad, shut up. Just ten more minutes.” you say groggily.
“(Y/N) what happened? Why is there blood everywhere?” he asks, alarmed. “TROYE!”
“Whaaaaat?” you can hear your other dad from down the hall.
“COME IN HERE. NOW. (Y/N) what is all of this?!” you can hear the panic in his voice, but thinking it’s just a ploy to wake you up, you curl into a tighter ball.
“Tyler, would you be quiet? Nobody want’s to be awa-” Troye says, walking into your room. He gasped slightly, before cringing at the mess that was your previously white bedspread.
“Is that.. did you get your..” Troye stutters. Your eyes fly open, hoping it wasn’t what you thought. You slowly come out of the duvet and look down in horror.
You finally got your period.
You could feel the color drain from your face as Tyler started to laugh.
“Shut up Dad, it’s not fu-” a wave of unbearable pain shot through your lower stomach. You curled over in pain, making a disgusting noise in the process. Now both of them were laughing.
“Stop laughing! It’s not funny. It sucks and I hate everything and I just want a hug.” you let out a small sob. Troye walks up to you and helps you out of your bed carefully.
“You’re right, it’s not funny. Go take a shower, and I’ll go to the store and get you some pads and chocolate while he cleans up your bed.” he says, guiding you to the bathroom. He gives you a small hug then walks back to your room. You faintly hear the words “she’s growing up.” and a sniffle from behind you, as you close the door to clean yourself up.
“Hey, new kid!” you heard someone call from behind you.
“My name’s (Y/N).” you sigh and turn around.
“Whatever. You’re the daughter of those YouTube weirdos, right? The chipper one and the guy with the huge eyebrows.” You roll your eyes and look up at the group of clones. Each of them look exactly the same. Blonde hair, blue eyes, pink crop tops and shorts that could pass as underwear.
“Yeah, what about them?”
“You must know a lot of people that are really internet famous, huh?”
“Yep. And none of your bribes will get you to meet them.”
“Bribes won’t get me far, but I’m sure threats will.”
“What are you gonna do? Everybody already knows everything about my life. I grew up with a camera watching my every move. You can’t do anything to hurt me.”
“Oh, really? Grab her phone.”
One of the clones reached out and took your phone before you could think, and gave it to the queen whore. Two other girls took your arms and pinned you to the lockers behind you with a shocking amount of force as their leader scrolled through your contacts, adding one to her phone every once in a while. She stopped partway through and broke out into laughter before turning to you.
“Ooh, Troye is one of the gay’s, right?” she said with a smirk. “Well, let’s see what he thinks of this.” She opened up the camera and squeezed her boobs together, capturing a shot of her cleavage. After a few seconds and lots of clicking, she places the phone back in your hand.
“Have fun explaining that one to mommy and daddy.” she signals for the clones to let go of you as they all follow her down the hall, snickering as they walk. You open up your messages to see she sent the picture to Troye, with “It sure is a shame you’re gay, because I would so hit that(;”
You run out of the school as fast as you can and go to your car, driving home 10 miles over the speed limit the whole time.
But, of course, Troye happened to be visiting, so he was sat on the couch with your parents, all wearing concerned looks. You entered quietly, eavesdropping on what they were saying.
“She didn’t wear that top, somebody must have stole her phone.” you could hear your mom say.
“Why would anyone do that? She said that people were being really nice to her.” you could hear the irritation in your dads voice.
“That doesn’t mean it’s true.” Troye said.
You closed the door as quietly as you could, but they still heard you.
“(Y/N)!” Zoe stood up and looked over to you, a pleading look in her eyes.
“You have some explaining to do, missy.” Alfie stated, motioning for you to come over.
You dropped your backpack and walked over, letting out a sigh. You told them about what happened, watching relief watch over each of the three internet stars as you spoke.
“I thought you said the people were nicer here? I’m gonna give your principal a call, do you know the girls names? They have to get in trouble for this. It’s unacceptable and I’m not letting you go through this again.” your dad started rambling, and you shook your head in panic.
“No. Don’t call the principal, they’ll be even worse if we get the principal involved. I swear, I can take care of it myself just please don’t let the principal know or everything will be worse and they’ll just get more and more harsh from here and-” you broke out into sobs thinking of what they might do, the names they would call you, the rumors they’d spread for revenge. Zoe got up and walked over to you, engulfing you in a hug.
“It’s okay, we won’t call him, alright? We won’t do anything that could possibly hurt you worse. It’ll be okay. Just breathe, alright baby girl? And please don’t forget that there’s nothing those girls can do or say to you that will matter in the long run, because you have millions of people that love you. And I mean that literally. You’re adored, and they’re just jealous because even the gay YouTubers think you’re more attractive than them, okay?” she lifts your chin up as you giggle and roll your eyes. “I love you, sweetie.” she states, giving your forehead a small kiss.