Past: Tronnor

Chapter 16

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

This is what happens. I go out for a split second and the paparazzis are there. Im glad I didn't actually do anything with Troye. We we're just chatting but nobody knows about my sexuality. I guess I shouldn't think anything big of it.

I tell Troye I have to leave and go outside in hopes of getting away from the man I spotted taking pictures a few tables away.

Often there will be spies sent. Celeb spies. They hide out and try to act casual and unnoticeable but they're usually caught. It's only happen to me about five times, well, that's all I know of. Then, they're sent back to their headquarters such as TMZ or some other TV show that twists people's lives into something completely different than what it is, just for entertainment.

"CONNOR FRANTA!" I spin around once I'm outside, a man stands holding a camera. He immediately starts taking pictures.

Soon a crowd of paparazzi shows up surrounding me and taking pictures. I try to cover my face with my hand but that doesn't stop them, honestly, from prior experience I know nothing would stop them.

"What are you doing here?"

"Are you on a date?"

"Who's the lucky lady?"

The questions keep gathering up and it becomes to much. I'm about to yell but that would only make things worse. Then I let go and let a tear down my face.

As I glance up for a split second I see Troye. He looks back at me and we have a moment within our stares. He runs to me taking my shoulders in his hands.

"Are you ok?!"

"Troye, Troye leave" I don't want him to actually leave but the media makes things such as what's happening now into whatever they want.

"Well o-" I cut him off.

"It's not you" I pause leaning over to his ear, my lips just touching him slightly, "I'll meet you tomorrow" He moves away and looks at me.

He seems to understand me and runs off. The paparazzi try to follow him but they just come back to me.

"HEY!" Flula's recognizable voice.

"OUT OUT" he brings a towel hitting them with it.

Some of them clear off but I have to struggle through most of them to get to my car.

"Thanks Flula!" I say before slamming my car door shut.

I see him wave once before I drive off. I drive in silence to my house. It then hits me.

I'm leaving LA tomorrow. I only have tomorrow more to see Troye. Not much can happen in a day, but I have to make it.

****next morning

Ring! Ring! Ring!

I groan turning over to see my phone ringing with the name "Bethany Mota" on the screen.

I pick it up and swipe to answer.

"Hello"

"Mr. Franta, have you checked any of those media channels you know TMZ, access Hollywood, extra, anything?!"

"No, why?" I rub my eyes laying back in bed.

"I don't know, maybe because of the new most popular ship, haven't you checked Twitter, what's trending on that!?"

"No, what is it?"

"you and that new model Troye!"

"What did you hear?!" I jet up from my sleeping position and sit up straight.

"Well they said something about you going out together to dinner and that you had a pda outside"

"Ok well the second thing didn't happen and we just went as friends, I don't like dick Bethany"

"I know but they certainly made it sound that way"

"We have to get it cleared up"

"Well it's kind of too late for that," she pauses. "tronnor has gone viral"

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I HAVENT UPDATED IN FOREVER. I'm so sorry but I'm back now it's been really busy and I just didn't have time but happy Easter and I'm still suffering from Troye's snap chat k. That's about it.

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