It's Understandable: A Tronnor AU

16. Mommy

Tyler was in an absolute snit.

Coming back to school, Troye expected him to be a little passive-aggressive at the most, but instead he could feel the anger radiating off the short boy, even from far away. When Tyler got mad, he got mad; manipulating his face so that his eyes were slits and his frown curling up in disgust. He looked as if he had been practicing the nasty expression he harboured as Troye walked past him in the hall, Connor in tow. He tensed as he met Tyler's eyes; as was immediately shot with laser vision abhorrence, before Tyler flipped his head sassily in the other direction.

He was ignoring him, and wanted him to know it.

Connor noticed Troye visibly readjust his face to hide how it was faltering. "Isn't that Tyler Oakley?" He asked innocently. "What's his problem?"

Troye shrugged his leather clad shoulders. "I dunno." He sighed.

He tried so hard not to care. He loved Connor, his commitment wasn't going to be swayed no matter what, but he had to struggle not to let Tyler get to him. To ease his mind, he tried to be aimlessly pissed or laugh at Tyler's immaturity, but his state of mind didn't offer that kind of release. He was still feeling kind of down. In turn, he couldn't feel like he was angry or amused, only misunderstood. Like always. You know, if Tyler took a second to understand the situation, or even take an interest in the little details before lashing out, he probably...oh, fuck it. What did he care anyway? He was Tyler: he was selfish. He didn't care.

But that didn't make Troye anything but upset. An enemy, that's what Tyler was making of him. A bad boy, an unapproachable introvert, that's what he could deal with being. Heck, that's what he tried to be most of the time, but an enemy? Tyler probably turned the rest of his friends against him already; he probably lost everyone but Connor because of this. Not like he ever had a groundbreaking friendship with any of them, but it still made him feel lonely.

Connor tilted his head, moving in so he nudged Troye gently with his shoulder. "If you want to go talk to him, I can wait a bit." He offered, wanting nothing but to get that thoughtful frown off of Troye's face.

But Troye wanted to just avoid it. "Nah." He shook his head, taking one last glance over his shoulder at the back of Tyler's head. "You can't reason with him. Let's just go."

"Troye are you sure..."

"Connor." Troye subtly slipped his fingers under Connor's backpack, to touch his back quickly. "It'll blow over, I'll be fine. I just want to go study."

Connor smiled as they neared Troye's car, taking advantage of the shield of trees in the parking lot to kiss Troye quickly on the lips. Troye gazed at him gratefully, and Connor thought his wind-whipped curls were the cutest thing he'd ever seen. He smirked, hooking one around his finger. "When I said studying, you do realize that it was code, right?"

Troye's mouth curled up in the corner. He looked left, right, then wrapped his arms around Connor's waist. "Code for what?" He murmured in Connor's ear before lightly kissing the lobe.

Connor touched his nose to Troye's, tilting his head to get in the position to kiss. He began to move forwards but, when their lips were less than half an inch from touching, his eyes flickered up impishly. "Code for: it's about time you meet my mom."

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Troye's hands shook on the steering wheel. His feet tapped and his stomach churned. He was intensely anxious but excited and sure but unsure at the same time. Don't get him wrong, he was grateful for this coming moment in so many ways.

1. It was a milestone in their relationship. Having milestones was nice.

2. Being introduced to such an important person in Connor's life made him feel special.