Fun // tronnor BoyxBoy

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AUTHOR'S NOTE:

so, before reading the story, I recommend you listen to the song "Fun" by Troye Sivan because the story somewhat revolves around the song. The song is about war, military, etc. in my eyes, I see it as a boy referring to another about the glorification of war, but military in this book. It's about how war is all fun and games until the soldiers are faced with having to kill others to protect their country. (if that makes any sense at all). I hope you all enjoy and as the story goes further in, it gets less confusing. ♥︎

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"Con?" The boy in the thick rimmed glasses calls just as he raises his arm to open the door.

"Yeah?" Connor asks, swiveling around to meet his face.

"You aren't staying after for the ceremony?"

"No. My parents don't want me staying for anymore after school activities anymore." He replies, his voice breaking at the slightest.

"Aw. That's a bummer. You were one of the best members on our swim team. Sucks that you have to miss it. I'll ask our coach if they can send you your medals?"

"Sure." He says trying to sound happy for the boy and it was almost impossible.

After they say their goodbyes, the two boys go their separate ways, one back to the school auditorium and one heading down the road to his house.

Connor wasn't nessesarily happy be headed home. He, like very few people, would rather be staying after school helping out with the school play set up or helping the school janitor take out the trash. Connor was a very quirky student sometimes known as the class clown. The one that's always laughing. But in reality, the people that laugh the most are the people who suffer the most.

He walks past the first few houses on his block and finally meets his own. He fishes out his house keys and unlocks the door. Then there's the usual. No one is home. His mother and father doesn't get off work until 5:00 and it's only 3:28.

He sighs, makes himself a small cup of coffee, takes a sip, and let's the rich dark liquid take away his taste buds. Connor can't help but feel somewhat serene in the quiet vibe in the house. He throws his head back on the couch cushion and drifts off to a nap.

"CONNOR!" A loud voice yells, immediately waking Connor from his slumber.

"Huh?!!" He jerks up from the leather couch, only to see his mothers face hovering around over his own.

"Oh how was work?" He asks, trying to get her into a better mood. Apparently it wasn't working. She storms into the kitchen cursing to herself, but loud enough for Connor to clearly hear.

"Mom? Are you okay?" He asks, still trying to calm her down but failing.

"This is probably the shittiest day I've had. I didn't get that raise I wanted because my boss is an inconsiderate dip shit. I have to come home to yo-" she stops midsentence, but Connor knows what she's trying to say.

"I'm sorry. Is there anything I can do for you?" He asks, flustered from his moms bold behavior.

"Sure. How about cleaning the kitchen. Your fathers taking forever to get the papers signed." she mumbles to herself but he can full understand everything his hostile mother is saying.

"What papers?" He asks, curious to see what it is.

"None of your business at least not yet." She says aloud but not giving any eye contact towards him.

He nods understandingly. While scrubbing the kitchen counters, he can't help but wonder what could that mean. More importantly, what papers was his father filling out?

As the day started to end, Connor became more confused about the whole situation. Of course his father returned home a little later than his mother. The two of them never brought up a single thing during dinner about the papers and what they were for.

Maybe he was just over thinking it all. Maybe isn't even regarding his well-being. He might've just misheard his mother.

But boy was he wrong.