Far From Perfect || Tronnor

20: What You Don't Know

"I can't wait for you to meet my siblings!" Connor said once we were in my car. We had just come out of Starbucks with our drinks. It was particularly cold out today, so neither of us wanted to be outside for longer than needed be.

"Wait, you have siblings?" I said in shock once we were buckled in. I looked over my shoulder to back up out of the parking space, and added, "Why didn't you tell me?" I shifted my car from reverse to drive.

"Troye, there is a lot you don't know about me." That was literally the only response I received. What made it worse was how dismissive he was about it. He didn't even look away from his phone screen for the couple of seconds that it took him to say that. I sighed and rolled my eyes.

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I realized how stupid we must've looked to the naked eye, when we were standing at Connor's house door. We had our Starbucks drinks in our hand, and we were just standing there in the dead of the cold month called February. We were just two gay teenagers hoping that life would work out, despite the amount of times reality has bit us in the ass.

"Should we just go in, or knock?" Connor asked with a look of worry.

I shrugged my shoulder and hissed at him, "It's your house! It's not mine, so don't ask me that question; ask yourself." He put his hands up in the air as if to say, "Settle down. It was just a question." I apologized while Connor rang the door-bell. He leaned back and together we faced our bodies towards the door in anticipation.

It wasn't long before a girl opened the door for us. She smiled at Connor, and gave me a polite smile. I returned it and awkwardly stood on the door-step while the two of them embraced. "Where have you been, Connor?" The girl, presumably Connor's sister, asked. Connor and I stared at her in confusion. She saw our expressions and said, "Wait—Am I missing something?"

Connor put his hand on his hip and looked at her with mock seriousness. "Stop with the games, Nicola. You know exactly what is going on, don't lie." She just stared at him like he was crazy. She was either an extremely good actress—which I wouldn't have doubted seeing how dramatic her brother is—or not lying like Connor was accusing her of.

"No, I honestly don't, Connor," She said with hesitation.

I leaned over and whispered in Connor's ear, "I don't think she is kidding, Connor." He nodded and told me that he thought the same thing, so he turned back to Nicola.

"Let's go up to my room so I explain in heat," He suggested. It was a good idea, really. We were still standing outside on the porch, and in need of warmth.

Nicola nodded, and we followed her in. I hardly noticed any of the really 'home-y feeling' aesthetics, mainly because I was shaking so hard from the cold. Instead of just having numb limbs, the heat was causing all the feeling to return to them, which was actually more of a painful process than it sounded.

After sheading our outside clothing off, Connor and I followed Nicola down the stairs into Connor's basement. From there, Connor picked up the lead and ran to his bedroom. When we got into the room, Connor was whispering sweet nothings to two cats that were sprawled out across his blue bedding. Nicola laughed, but I just rolled my eyes. Connor was the most unpredictable person ever.

"You have cats?" I said, pointing at them in disbelief. "Sorry, I just didn't see that one coming." I knew that Connor liked cats, but he had never mentioned that he owned two of them.

Connor looked away from the cat that he was petting for less than two seconds to glare at me. "Troye, there is a lot you don't know about me," He repeated, his attention drawing back to the cats. I sighed and thought, Today is going to be hopeless.