falling; a tronnor au

Moondust; Jaymes Young

"I long to hear your voice, but still I make the choice to bury my love in the moondust."

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"We're over."

Connor never thought, in a million years, that he'd have a chance with such a perfect man like Troye.

He also never thought, in a billion years, that a perfect man like Troye would break up with him.

"I don't get it, Troye," Connor pleaded over the phone. "What did I even do wrong?"

"Oh, you act like you don't know," Troye hissed. "Why don't you check your precious YouTube channel? Obviously, strangers have the right to know more than I do."

"Huh? I haven't been on since last week, when I uploaded the video of the clothing line. I didn't even start editing the Australia footage yet," Connor replied, confused.

"Whatever. Deny it all you want. I'm done." The line went deafeningly silent as Troye hung up.

Click. "What did I do wrong?" Click click. "It's not like he got hate on that video for being the model..." Click click. "Wait, what?"

A new video was sitting comfortably on the home page of Connor's YouTube channel. It was the one that Connor hadn't had time to post yet, titled "My New Boyfriend."

Did he post it on accident?

Connor clicked on the video. Was Troye pissed off because of this?

"Hey, it's Connor," the video played out. "So, you guys have been asking me if I have a boyfriend yet-- the answer is yes! I do!"

Connor smiled slightly, remembering how excited he was when he filmed this. He'd planned it out perfectly-- or so he thought.

"He has curly hair, the most gorgeous eyes, and a great smile. Oh, and did I mention that he sings?" The video continued. "Here, I'm skyping him right now."

The video panned to the computer, where the mystery boyfriend was smiling.

That boy wasn't Troye.

Who was that?

"Introduce yourself," the Connor in the video grinned.

The boy on the other end smiled. "Sure, Con. My name's Ben J. Pierce... Also known as KidPOV."

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This could not be happening.

Someone had tampered with Connor's video.

"What the-" Connor clicked the "Upload" button on his channel, which took him to the page of drafts that had not yet been uploaded. There was a draft video, which turned out to be the original video with Troye in it. The recently published one was an edit.

"By who, though?" Connor ran his hands through his hair. "Nobody knows my password."

He finally decided to call Troye's landline. Though not Troye, Connor could recognize the familiar voice from a mile away. "Connor?"

"Tyde? Why are you at Troye's house?" he spoke into his phone.

"He wanted me and Sage to watch the house while he and Blessing went to work. Do you want to talk to him? I can leave a message for him, but I can't guarantee that he'll reply."

"I know. Troye won't pick up my calls. I'm not focused on that right now, though."

"Okay. What's up?" Troye's little brother chimed.

"Have you seen my recent video?"

"No-- hold on, I'm searching it up now. Is it the one called 'My New Boyfriend'?" The voice on the other end replied.

"Yeah. Go to 1:28."

"What? Why?" There was a pause, then more clicking. "Oh my god. You are not dating Ben, are you?"

"What? You know him?"

"Duh," Connor could practically see the eye-roll that Tyde was giving him. "We're best friends. He's in Australia now, too. Why is he in your video?"

"I don't know. It's supposed to be Troye, not him."

"Yeah, I see it here. Why do you have two of the same videos?"

"What?"

"You have two of the 'My New Boyfriend' videos. Are they the same?"

"One of them is with Troye; the one that's not published. Wait-- how can you see the unpublished one?"

"I don't know," Tyde clicked something, then gasped loudly. "No. No way."

"What now?"

"Did you, uh, happen to be using Troye's computer to edit the video?"

"Yeah. Troye gave me the password.. Why?" Connor's heart dropped.

"I-- Uh, I think you've been hacked."

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