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Finally found a lovely ACC on Tumblr with a bajillion AU ideas !! This one is absolutely adorable and I hope you guys like it! Enjoy! (This will all be in third person)
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Troye had always been more of an introvert, didn't really enjoy socializing with people, and enjoyed his job, which was, by the way, a very social job. It was a chilly October morning, a few weeks before Halloween. He was sorting through new shipments of flowers, deciding which ones look Halloweeny.
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Is that even a word? Idk well... IT IS NOW!
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He grunts rather loud, before hearing bangs coming from upstairs. What? That flat has been vacant for years. He thought, as he went through the tiger lilies. He walks over to the front door, checking his watch. 9am. Perfect. He flips the "Open" sign over to face outside. He glances around outside, noticing a moving van. He smiles, and walks back to his desk.
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He locks up the shop later that day, because it was a Sunday, and business was slow, he closed at 5. He sees the moving van, and hears a loud bang from inside. "Fuck." His ears perk up at the sudden sound, and he walks over to his car, which is a few meters back from the moving truck. He sees a boy, who is hunched over a box, trying to lift it. Troye looks at his light brown hair, and wonderfully square jaw line. That jaw could cut through anything. He thought, as he looked down his body, at his ass.
He finds himself biting his bottom lip, and walks up to the truck. "Um... Do you need help?" The boy looks up, startled at first, then smiling. "Yes please!" Troye smiles, and places his hands on the other side of the box and lifting. They carry the box into the boy's flat, and put it down in the lounge. The green eyed boy smiles at Troye. He holds out his hand for him to shake. "I'm Connor." They shake hands. "Troye."
"So... You're moving in here... Nice." Connor looks confused. "Oh. I'm the florist. That's my shop downstairs." Connors mouth goes open, and he lets out a loud oh. "Well... Connor. It was nice to meet you. I'll see you around." Troye turns on his heel, and Connor speaks up one last time. "Indeed you will, Troye boy." Troye's stomach erupts with butterflies, and he blushes. "Bye Connor." He walks out the door, and goes down the steps.
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The next day, Connor decided he was going to see Troye. He just had to figure out an excuse to go to the florist. He glances around his new living room, noticing an empty vase. "Perfect." He whispers. He takes the vase, and his wallet down the long flight of stairs and turns to his right to the shop. He checks his watch. 11:00. Perfect.
He breathes in and out, and opens the door to the shop, seeing no one else but Troye. Troye grins, looking at Connor's perfect face. Connor places his vase down on the desk. "So... Troye boy." He winks, and Troye blushes. "You need flowers for your house?" Connor nods vigorously, and Troye giggles. "Ooookay." Troye stands up, walking over to his display of white roses. "Do you want a bunch of different flowers or just one kind?" Connor taps his chin, thinking. "Surprise me."
Troye once again blushes, and chooses out some flowers, and he sits at his desk, arranging them busily. Connor gazes at Troye from across the desk. Troye looks up, and sees Connor staring at him. "I-I-Um... I..." Troye giggles at Connor's very flustered response, and they keep staring at each other.
Connor finally decides he has to make the first move, and he mentally prepares himself for Troye to reject him. He leans in, and Troye looks down at Connor's lips, then back up to his eyes. Troye begins to lean in, and their lips meet. Troye's hand finds his way to the back of Connor's neck, deepening the kiss.
The boys pull away, both blushing furiously. "So... After your shift do you want to come up to my flat?" Troye nods his head, handing Connor his vase, and Connor handing him money, without breaking eye contact. They kiss once more, and Connor leaves for his flat.
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Heyyyy so two one shots in one day! Have a goooood day buhbye!
