Take me away//Tronnor

5

Connor's POV
I felt so guilty for being happy for Tyler and Troye's fight. But I hated seeing Troye Like that. After the meal Zoe went to troye and they stayed downtown so there was room in the car for me to come back in the car. I sat awkwardly in the car listening to the buzz of conversation in the car. It was obvious everyone stayed clear of Troye or Tyler, and instead made slow small talk. I wasn't talking or laughing much.
I felt a cold hand on shoulder. I jump a little, Tanya leans in and asks if I am ok.
"Connor, you seem a little off is everything ok?"
"Uh yeah, tired, jetlag ya' know?"
"Oh ok, but if you need anything, You can talk to me." She says with a warm smile. I'm not that close with tanya but she is really sweet.
"Thanks Tan" I nod and smile.

Zoe's POV
I could not believe what Troye told me, from the fight, Connor, and thinking about breaking up with Tyler.
"I know its kind of a lot, but please don't chose sides, I don't even know if we are broken up yet.."
"Troye, dont worry. It will be okay just do what you think is right, I know your smart enough to choice wisely" I reassure Troye. I feel like the end is near. I'm scared I'll lose one of them. I'm not sure who, despite what I told Troye..I'm going to end up picking sides.
We went back to the hotel and he seemed fine again, there was a party for youtubers. He said he was going to freshen up and that I could head down without him.
Troye POV
I went back to me and Tylers room to clean up a bit. I put on some deodorant, and combed my hair. I was going to apologize to Tyler. I hope he takes me back. I don't think Connor would ever love me as more then a a friend. I look at myself in the mirror and smile to try to look a little less pitiful.
I see a golfcart driving up then slowing down by me, Ricky and Alexa are on it and ask if I am going to the party and want a ride. I agree and hop on. "So hows good ol' Troyler doin'?" Ricky asks playfully. We aren't that close, I don't expect him to know whats going on...
"Oh yea know relationships can be hard, but they are worth it." I say with a smile. Alexa looks sort of uncomfortable, she has sort of a plastered on smile.
We continue on ride in awkward silence and makes everyone including the driver just a little uncomfortable. We pull up too the party and thank the driver. "you guys go ahead I just need a minute" They nod and head in. I let out a heavy sigh. It feels wrong to get back with Tyler but I know for my viewership and my social life its best. He has more subs, follows and friends then me. It would be stupid to break it off, almost as stupid as getting together.
I push open the door and the beat I heard from outside isn't just a beat its techno sounds and people singing along to lyrics I don't understand. I don't see any of my close friends, just a couple of LA people I don't know that well. I see Tyler on the dance floor, I take a deep breath and walk over to him. But about 30 feet before I get to him he starts making out with some boy. He wasn't a youtuber, I'm sure as hell thats true.
I stood there dumbfounded for about 10 seconds, it felt like an eternity. I stood there like a stupid child who's mother had just taken away his favorite toy. Then it hit me. I let out a little gasp and covered my mouth before I could say anything else. I started walking and Tyler came after me, I didn't want to run. I didn't want to make a scene. Tyler grabbed my shoulder.
"It didn't mean anything. I promise. Your my everything" Tyler said in a cool soothing voice. It was clear he wanted to make a scene just as much as I wanted to.
"If I was your everything you wouldn't be making out with random boys you meet." I say cooly. I'm done being pushed around by Tyler because he is more popular then me. I push his hand off my shoulder. "Tyler, do me a favor and don't talk to me for a while." I look deep into his eyes. Not in a romantic way, in a way that lets him know that I'm done. I'm done with all of this bullshit. With that I walk out of the room. I'm tired of being the weak one. I'm tired of being a doormat.