An Order For Two [ Tronnor Oneshots ]

Playlist Part 1

  The rest of the youtubers were going to the party, but a few, Korey Tyler, Troye, Connor, and most of the British youtubers decided to go to Zoe's room. All of them were pretty exhausted, and they ended up ordering pizza and spreading themselves over the two beds and couch. Connor sat next to Troye, to where they were almost leaning on each other as the side of the bed dipped down. Tyler sat on Korey's lap in the love seat positioned next to the window. Zoe and Alfie sat behind Troye and Connor, engaging in conversation immediately.

Connor sat quietly as everyone either sat on their laptops laughing to themselves, or were talking with their neighbors. A little circle started to form on the floor, and Connor was getting bored, so he decided to join them. He had to admit he did miss the warmth of Troye's leg pressed against his, but Troye instantly got up and walked over with him. Zoe and Alfie joined them, and so did Tyler and Korey. Everyone in the group finally sat in a wobbly circle, and it seemed as if Joe wanted to play a game of some sort.

"Let's play a game, shall we?" he asked, and everyone nodded their heads in agreement. "Ok, let's play Froggy Murder. How you play..." Joe said as he started to explain the directions.

{Froggy Murder: sit in a circle, choose a "detective" to leave the room. while they are out of earshot, pick a "murderer". once everyone knows who it is, call the detective back in. the game starts. the detective has three chances to guess who the murderer is, and must do so before they kill everyone else in the game. to "kill" someone, and you are the murderer, you stick your tongue out at someone while the detective isn't looking. the player who is killed must "die" dramatically to distract the detective.}

The game had started, the murderer was Tyler, the detective Caspar. Tyler had, of course, "killed" his boyfriend, Korey, first. Korey faked being shot by a gun, went rigid, and fell backward. Caspar had yet to guess someone. Connor could barely focus on the game though, as he kept staring at Troye, who sat beside him, laughing as each person died. The one time Connor did look at Tyler, though, Ty was sticking his tongue out at him, which meant he was supposed to "die." As he faked a heart attack, clutching his chest, he fell back. But while he was doing so, he could feel the younger boy's eyes trained on him. Connor reached out and grabbed Troye's arm, whispering a small, "help" before he went limp. This caused Troye to break out in laughter, and he didn't stop until he too was laying on the ground.

A few more rounds went by, a lot of impressive acting, too, before everyone claimed they were too tired to continue. Spreading out, Tyler and Korey sat back in the chair, Caspar and Joe teasing each other as they made their way to the couch, and Zoe and Alfie went back to sit on the bed. As Troye and Connor were too tired to get back up, they leaned against the end of the closest bed. Troye rested his head on Connor, as the green-eyed boy stifled a gasp.

"Tired, Troye Boy?" Connor asked, resting his hand on Troye's leg. His pants were soft, no matter how uncomfortable they looked. Troye, instead of answering, draped his hand across Connor's stomach, and moved closer to him. His breath hitching, he took that as a yes. 

"Hey," Connor said to everyone else in the room, pointing to the sleepy lump beside him, "I'm going to bring him to his room."

Tyler, who was resting his head back on Korey's shoulder, was also falling asleep. Korey nodded, "Me too."

"Goodnight guys!" Zoe called.

Connor had managed to get his best friend to his feet, although he's more like a serious crush to Connor. Crap, he thought to himself, not right now. I can't be having a crush on my best friend. Not to mention that I just came out to him a couple weeks ago, while we were planning for Playlist. Connor, you've paused for too long. Come on, get your head straight. "No pun intended." he chuckled to himself.

After walking, more like dragging, (get it HAHAHAHA sorry) the taller boy to his room, and setting him on the bed, he was ready to go back to his own room. If only this was my room, he thought, and then mentally smacked himself. Like he will ever have a crush on me.

"Connah," Troye whined, interrupting his running mind. Connor loved when his accent was thick, because he pronounced his name in the cutest way. "Stay with me, won't you? Pleeeeeeeeease?" Freezing, Connor couldn't believe he just asked that. Did he really just ask him to stay, in his room, where there was only one bed? Troye then extended his arms out to Connor, and he couldn't resist. He had already changed into sweatpants before, so it wouldn't be awkward.

He climbed in next to Troye, who instantly turned over and cuddled into him. /Is this for real?/ But it must have been, for Troye's next words would change everything, no matter if he meant it or not.

Author's Note:

So Wattpad wants to be difficult and not indent the paragraphs, so, ok. This is my first (second) time writing fanfiction, and I don't know.

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