Past: Tronnor

Chapter 30

***Troyes P.O.V.***

I awaken and for a moment I forget where I am and I become extremely scared.

"Wait... I'm in Connors house" I whisper to myself, just to hear myself say his name.

I get up and go to my suitcase grabbing some clothes. I put on a pair of rolled up jeans and a t-shirt I was given for free when the clothing department overstocked at the magazine headquarters.

I run my hands through my hair, I don't bother to gel it up, or even put much effort into it anyway.

I walk down the stairs groggily.

"Good morning Mr. Sivan" I open my eyes wider at the voice.

"Oh hello" I say to Colleen.

"Sorry if I scared you, breakfast is about to be made by the chef, what would you like?" She folds her hands in front of her.

"Um... Pancakes?" It comes out more a question.

"Any specific kind?" She asks.

"Chocolate chip?" Do I sound formal enough.

"Right away" she turns and walks to the kitchen.

I decide to explore the house a bit. I start by walking into a large room with a giant screen. Several seats lined up like a miniature movie theater. I come to the conclusion this is the screening room and I continue on.

I find another room. It's larger than the first room. There's a giant stone section with a fireplace. A glittering crystal chandelier hovers above the white leather couches. A white fur rug and dark hardwood coffee table. There's a few other exquisite decorations around the room but it all ties together so nicely. The room is bright and cheery and I can imagine Connor spending a lot of time in it.

I find the dining room, and bar area, and I venture out to the backyard.

A giant pool with many lounge chairs. I figure he must have many crazy parties with famous people so it's only fitting to put this much decoration and effort into a backyard area.

"Mr. Sivan!" I turn around to see Colleen at the door. "your breakfast is ready"

"Oh, thanks" I walk back into the house and follow her to the kitchen.

I take a seat at the granite kitchen counter. A young man with curly brown and blonde hair serves my food.

"I'm Chef Caylen, your breakfast is served." He uncovers the dish to reveal pancakes more beautiful than any living being on this planet.

"Oh my... thank you" I dig in most likely looking like a hawk with prey. But then again it's good food and I couldn't give a fuck what other people think.

"Not a problem" He laughs and walks away.

I devour the pancakes within seconds and I place the plate in the sink.

"You don't have to do that" another lady comes into the kitchen and bumps me out of the way rushing to clean the dishes.

Does Connor even do anything? Does everyone serve him?

"Well, thank you" I'm not very accustomed to his fancy way of living.

I decide to go back upstairs, but being the rebellious teen I am I go to somewhere I don't know if I should go... Connor's room.

I look to make sure no one else is in the hallway, or even in hearing distance. I slowly turn the knob and open the door, feeling relief when it doesn't make a squeaking sound like the doors at my house.