Past: Tronnor

Chapter 14

***Troye's P.O.V.***

There's so many things I could tell him. However, there's only so many things i'm comfortable with telling him...yet anyway.

"Well for one, I'm gay" He doesn't seem that shocked, most people don't, it's not a secret to me, I truly don't mind telling people.

"Alright, I support the LGBT community, what else?"

"I moved here from Australia at a very young age, I still live with my parents, and my three siblings Sage, Steele, and Tyde."

"Yes, they all seem very nice"

"Yea, and I'm 21 as well, my life isn't that interesting." I hesitate to ask him, but then I do, "tell me about yourself"

"Glad you asked, I come from a small town in Minnesota, and I.. uh... I grew up with my grandparents, my grandmother brought me into the fashion industry"

"Oh, that's lovely" I don't even know what I'm saying anymore and I probably sound ridiculous and or weird.

He lets out a slight laugh. Then, the limo stops, seconds later Richard, or Ricky as he told me previously, opens the door for us.

"Thank you" I say kindly as I get out.

"Thank you Richard." Mr. Franta gives him some money.

We both walk into the elegant restaurant. Suddenly I feel underdressed as I'm looking at all the people in suits and the ladies in cocktail dresses.

"Mr.Franta! We weren't expecting you, please please, right this way!" A man with an german type accent guides us to a table set beautifully for two.

"Thank you Flula" Mr. Franta nods as we sit down and he places the menu's in front of us.

The people in the restaurant is very minimal. There's a few couples, no children.

"So whatever you would like to order, its on me" Mr. Franta says looking down at his menu

I look at the menu, the prices are more than I'd ever spend.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I own the place I get everything very discounted anyway, whatever your heart desires"

"Oh, well thank you" I say in disbelief.

"You know your different than most models" Mr. Franta says.

"Oh, um thank you sir"

"Don't call me Sir, just call me Connor."

Connor? Not even his employees can call him that. I haven't ever heard anyone call him Connor. I didn't even know that was his name.

"Well thank you C- Connor"

"Not a problem"

"Mr. Franta! Hello! How are you?"

"I'm good, I'm good how are you Caspar?"

"Good, what can I get for you?"

"The usual"

"Delectable, what can I get for you sir?" I didn't know that he was talking to me because no one has ever called me "sir" before.

"Oh, I'll have, a blue moon, and-" I didn't want to give in my childish order. "Mac-and-cheese". I'm a grown man who likes Mac and cheese, there's nothing wrong with that, I get over my insecurity quickly of ordering that.

Connor snickers, I flush with a red coloring but I manage to stifle a laugh as well.

"That will be right out" he takes our menus and leaves flashing a smile.

"Mac and cheese huh?"

"What? I like it!" I playfully yell at him, but then I remember he's my boss and that's probably not a good idea.

"If it makes you feel better my 'usual' drink is actually Hawaiian fruit punch poured into a wine glass."

"It's better than wine anyway" I laugh.

It's nice to have a casual conversation. Someone who will talk to me even after I just ordered Mac and cheese, someone who will tell me weird habits of their own.

"So, tell me about your friends, you family, anyone in general" Connor says picking up the water that was on the preset table when we arrived. He tends to be very curious about these things.

"Well you already know my family, I told you about that. As far as friends go," I toy with the idea of telling him about Tyler. I barley know him I can't just do that. "as for friends I really don't have any"

"I'm assuming that means your not seeing anyone?" He doesn't say this in any sort of flirtatious way, just more of a 'hey I want to know as friends' type of way.

"I just got out of a relationship actually, I'm not really looking for anyone"

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that."

"Yea, it wouldn't have ever worked out, the relationship was more one sided anyway" I shrug.

"Well, if you want to talk about it I can listen, I have time."

But do I want to tell him about it? I can't just tell him all of my personal secrets and dish out my whole life story to him. He has the power to tell the whole world, for all I know he could publish it in one of his fucking magazines.

"I don't know it's kind of personal"

"Not a problem" he turns around focused on something I can't see.
But he stays intent.

"Shit." He looks at me, a sympathetic glance. "I have to go" with that, he gets up, and walk out.

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Ok so a few things. First I will write smut later in this I'm not afraid to add detail and I'm really not Afraid of cuss words I just haven't found many purposes for them. I don't want you guys to get bored in this I PROMISE there will be smut and more cussing just hold tight k? And also, I've been getting some hate for my first and second fan fictions and I would just like to say that of course they're going to be crappy and there's going to be mistakes they're my FIRST fan fictions like YouTubers first videos are the same way. But you improve and become better so hopefully I have. And then the picture above is the place they were at. And finally I have some really good ideas for this fanfic and I'm excited to add in those twists! Don't worry they're coming soon!

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