Past: Tronnor

Chapter 41

***Troye's P.O.V.***

After Connor doesn't come back for about 15 minutes I begin to feel nervous. What is something had happened to him? I try and zone out my terrible thoughts, of course I would always think the worst in these situations.

Our food had already arrived and I was halfway through mine.

Is he ok? Did I do something wrong? Did he think I was checking out another guy?!

As I become more and more worrisome I almost fail to see that the jazz band had stopped playing.

"Troye" Connors voice startles me, but when I look for him sitting across from me, he's not there.

Then I look up a bit more. I wasn't expecting to see him where he was at. He stood on the stage, and the band had cleared out leaving the stage with just him and the microphone, and a single spotlight shining upon him.

"Ok, so I know your confused right now" He holds a precious smile and he grips the microphone tightly in his shaky hands. "So I'm pretty nervous standing up here, and I'm sure you're more nervous as to what I'm going to say to you." he points to the back of the room before saying "yes, the press is here, and I wanted to do it publicly, so, with that being said." he pauses looking down at the ground.

"Connor..." I mouth his name not sure of what he's going to do, actually afraid of what he's going to do.

"Alright, Troye..." his eyes focus on mine with sincerity. "We came here not being a couple, we also associated that in the room. But... I would like to leave here with that changed." At this point I know where this is going and my lips curl upward in an uncontrollable grin.

"Troye. How would you like to make it official?" He smirks at me. "Will you be my boyfriend?"

I nod vigorously and run up on stage.

I wrap my arms around his neck tightly, when I pull back after a long hug I debate on kissing him or not in front of all the people who now happen to be clapping for us.

"Can I kiss you?" I ask him shakily.

He doesn't respond he rather grips me tighter and presses his lips to mine making butterflies swirl in my stomach just like the first time.

As I look back to the couples a few of them are rolling their eyes and I feel some regret as to kissing Connor on stage. I know some people don't exactly support the gays and I never have understood quite why, I mean, after all we are all just people.

"Should we get off stage now?" I ask him as the crowd is still clapping and paparazzi are still taking pictures.

"Yea, good idea" he laughs gently and takes my hand and we go down the small stairway going from the stage to the deck. I make sure to be careful of my footing, as falling in front of a bunch of strangers and the paparazzi probably wouldn't be a good thing.

We sit back down and the clapping stops and within minutes everyone is resuming with eating their meals and chatting amongst themselves.

"Well now the whole ship knows who we are" I declare as Connor starts to eat his dinner.

"Isn't that a good thing?" He asks as he finishes chewing and takes his napkin, wiping over his mouth.

I shrug, not knowing if it's a good or bad thing. I really don't think it matters.

However Connor must have taken the shrug as a bad thing, I know it as soon as he starts to talk.

"I'm really sorry, if you didn't want me to make that big scene I wouldn't have" by the tone in his voice I know he's filled with guilt. I immediately feel bad for making him feel this way.