falling; a tronnor au

Trust; Panama Wedding

"Trust. Where are we going this time? Can we be more than friends? 'Cause I've got my money on you this time."

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Ever since the argument between him and Tyler, Troye felt mixed feelings. He really felt strongly towards Connor, but also felt like he and Tyler could still somehow get together.

Probably not anymore, considering what'd happened that night.

"Troye? Troye! Hellooo?" A pair of fingers snapped in front of Troye's face, catching his attention.

"Wh--huh? What?" The boy jumped, alarmed.

"Snap out of it! You said a five minute break, and it's been almost an hour!" Connor fretted. He put a hand on Troye's shoulder. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'm fine." Troye pushed the hand away and got up. "Just.. Thinking." He left the storage room.

Connor sighed, taking a seat on the boxes Troye had just been sitting on.

Troye.

The boy had become strangely distant to Connor, almost cold. Was he just imagining things? They were so close; how could Troye just cut him out like that?

It's almost as if one night, Troye had just changed.

Connor shook his head and returned to his shift.

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"Hey, Con, can you clean that table? I need to lock up." Troye called from the front. Just keep it cool, the boy reminded himself.

"I already did," Connor replied, hurrying to catch up with the younger male. "Why are you locking up so soon? We still have, like, thirty minutes."

"I'm not feeling good."

"You never are these days. What happened to the time when we were close, huh? What happened to the old you?" Connor asked angrily.

"Stop talking about the old me! I am who I am now! Get that through your head!" Troye snapped. He instantly regretted his words. "Wait, Con, I'm.."

Connor's eyes widened in shock. He shook his head, suddenly filled with sorrow. "No, you're right. I've been too obsessed with the old you to see that you've clearly changed. My bad."

"No, Connor, it's not like that."

The older male ignored him, pushing open the door.

"Connor, stop!" Troye scrambled after him, finally able to grab the man's wrist. "Connor, please listen to me."

"Let go!" Connor yelled. "Don't you realize that you're hurting me?"

"Me? Me?" Troye raised his voice, his grip on the other's wrist tightening. "I was the one hurt by you!"

"Hah! You? How would you be hurt by me?" Connor scoffed. "You seem to take pleasure in torturing me. You've been giving me the silent treatment for quite a while, and you say I'm hurting you?"

"It was all because of some stupid argument Tyler and I had, okay?" Troye threw his hands up in defeat "I didn't mean to hurt you. I love you, Connor, and I still really do!"

Connor finally wrenched himself free from Troye's grasp. He didn't look surprised at all, just disappointed as he rubbed his wrist.

"So did I, Troye. So did I."

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