Let's Have Fun || Tronnor AU

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//Connor's POV//

Have you ever thought about why you were given the life you were given? Asking what you had done to deserve such cruelty and hatred.

Having the feeling where no one was there for you. Just a small person in a big world. A war going against you.

Because if you have, same here.

Now I sit listening to Kayla yell at me about how much of a disappoint I was.

Because I didn't know the visual difference between Mozzarella and Provolone cheese.

As long as she wasn't yelling at him, I was fine. I could deal with it.

"Just go upstairs! You've made things bad enough for one day!" I hear her shout after her huge rant that I paid zero attention to.

I am half way up the stairs till she yells the only words that she knew would create a lasting affect on me. "I bet you're the reason your parents died!"

I slowly turned to look at the smirk that was written across her face. Behind her, James and Erin stood with the same expression. There eyes were so empty and lifeless, but there smirk was full of accomplishment.

"You don't deserve dinner so don't you dare come down for the rest of the day." She added before turning over her shoulder into the den, with her little minions following.

"15 more hours." I mummble under my breath as I close the door of my dungeon.

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"Connor." A low voice breaks me from my dreams. "Wake up."

I slowly open my eyes but instantly regret it when all I see is a bright light shinning in my face.

I squint lightly till my pupils adjust.

"Connor. Today's the day!" The lovely accent from my favorite Aussie whispers with excitement clearly evident.

I can't help but laugh at him. He had always been so prepared and ecstatic for this day, in many different ways.

"Happy birthday Troye boy." I push my comforter off of my body, the cold air hitting my flesh. I wrap my arms around his thin frame.

"Thank you." I hear him sigh into my shoulder.

"Now c'mom, we are escaping from hell, remember?" I laugh and grab the suitcases from underneath my bed that have been packed for weeks now.

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"Do we have everything?" Troye asks me for the millionth time in the last three minutes.

"Yes. I have checked for everything. Twice." I sigh. I wish he wouldn't be so worried. This has been planned for six months.

"What is Alfie and Zoe don't make it on time?" He rocks on the balls of his feet.

"Troye, they are only two minutes away. Mr. and Mrs. Psycho won't get back till noon." I pull out me phone to see it was only half past eight.

At that moment my phone rang its average apple ringtone. 'Zozeebo' It read.

"Hello?" I answer quickly.

"Hey Con Con! We're outside." I heard one of my best friends perky voice sound through the receiver.

"Okay, Coming." I look to Troye and nod for him to start walking outside.

I hold my phone between my cheek and my shoulder so I could balance a tote bag and two suitcases out the door. With slight struggle I make it out to the car I could gratefully call mine.

We both hug Zoe and Alfie then quickly scurried into the car. We were getting away from this house forever and I was never going to turn back.

Our first step was to get away safely.

Zoe and I had been the main source of conversations for the ride, Alfie was putting in his input but was mainly focusing on driving. Troye was a different story, he had been silent the whole time except when Zoe or I tried to talk to him, he would only answer with a yes or no.

When the conversations had died down completely, I turned to my best friend looking straight into those beautiful blue ocean colored eyes I had gotten lost into on a daily. Connor, stop. He's your best friend and he's straight.

"Troye, what's wrong? Talk to me." He sighed before finally telling me what was going on in his head that is usually filled with amazing song lyrics.

"I just can't believe we're finally out." He fumbles with the end of my T-shirt. He had tended to do this often, it was just his thing. He would play with my shirt or my jumper or just any article of clothing I had, while I carelessly ran my hand through his hair. "It's all still setting in."

I grabbed his waist and pulled him closer to my body so I could feel his warmth. "We're safe now Tro. We're safe."

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I think Mondays will be my updating schedule.

Love you all

~Larissa