Past: Tronnor

Chapter 6

***Connor's P.O.V.***

There's a fine line between stress and anxiety. At the moment it's anxiety.

You would think that being a huge well known business man, you know, having to speak in front of crowds all the time anywhere from ten to ten-thousand people I wouldn't have anxiety.

wrong.

I have a huge show tomorrow. I'm in a deep pit of stress and a deeper one of anxiety. All that is going through my mind is...

What if one of the models trip?

What if one falls into the crowd?

What if the clothes aren't steamed enough?

What if they're steamed too much?!

Besides that I haven't even talked to Bethany, Zoe, and Dan since yesterday. I mean, it's possible that Dan could've made the whole show with nothing but black clothing. Then Zoe could've just skipped off with her boyfriend while she was in LA. Then Bethany could've forgotten all about the models and forgot about the rehearsal that might I add, I can't even go to!

All in all I am way to anxious about this and need coffee.

"INGRID!" I call for her as I continue to pace around my apartment.

She rushes into the room, "yes Mr. Franta"

"I need some coffee, anything but decaff" I scoff.

"Right away" Her heels tap the floor lightly as she scurries to the kitchen.

Within minutes she's back holding a white mug with Coffee. She hands it to me and steps back.

"Thank you" I take a sip, not even caring that it just burned my tongue.

"Now Mr. Franta, you seem like you need a relax, here take a seat" she takes me to my recliner and sits me down.

"And here watch some TV, I believe modern family is on" she smiles and turns on the TV to find modern family.

"Just relax, you keep running and running, it's nice to just... chill." She puts the remote on the side table and walks away.

I slump back unbuttoning the top few buttons of my shirt to breath a bit. I put my coffee on the side table and close my eyes, crossing my hands on my lap.

Maybe she's right, maybe I have to relax. I sit back, close my eyes and feel the sensation of sleep cross over my body. Then I'm out like a light.

**in the dream**

"Connor!"

"Mom, Dad, I'm so glad you could make it!" I hug them tightly.

I know this is just a dream. But I'm going to enjoy it.

"We wouldn't miss it for the world" My mother kisses my cheek.

"Here, I saved you front row seats" I sit them down right next to the runway.

"Nicola!" I see her walk through the door in an emerald green dress, looking stunning as always.

"Connor!" She hugs my tightly, "Mom, Dad, you made it" she leans over kissing them both before sitting down in one of the two last reserved seats.

Then he walks in. I haven't seen him since the day.

I say his name with a long pause as he walks towards me. once again, I know it's a dream but it feels so real and I just want to kiss him. I just want to run to him and sift into his arms.

We were 16, the only other gay guy I knew. My best friend. But then, the age of 18 he left. I don't know where he went. He stopped his calls. He stopped his texts. And he stopped his visits. I couldn't see his face anymore. He was gone.

"I love you, I miss you" He walks to me holding his hands in mine. I look around, and suddenly we're in a new setting. A boat. He took me on a boat when he asked me to be his boyfriend. of course I said yes.

"I love you too" We entwine our hands and I feel his lips press against mine. I melt into the kiss, and I never want it to end.

***

"MR. FRANTA!" I jolt up Ingrid standing with the telephone holding it out for me.

"It's Bethany"

"Uh, thanks, t-thank you" I brush myself off and sit up straight.

"Bethany, hello"

"Hello Mr. Franta, I have all your models."

"Yes, we went over this before... remember?"

"Oh, yes, yea, right... I was just... reassuring you, just letting you know" she stifles a laugh.

"Well thank you, now I have much to do, I'll see you tomorrow. Don't miss the rehearsal today"

"I won't. sorry you can't make it, I'll do my best to be in charge"

"You always do, thanks again, bye"

"Goodbye" With that she hangs up.

I don't have a reason for not going to the Rehearsal, I just simply am stressed and I'm sure Bethany can handle things on her own. She always does, she'll be fine.

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Hey guys! This is just a short chapter to fill in what happened the day between troye becoming a model and then the actual fashion show. Oh and the mystery man *smirks* you'll find out later but for now he's a little secret *smirks again* And then the picture at the top hopefully can give you an idea of what his apartment looks like, not exactly what I wanted but yea, that all I have for this ok cool byeee.

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