Written By Me, Connor | (Tronnor)

texts

My routine was similar to yesterday.

It always is though.

I got up, made coffee, had breakfast, and went to work.

I was running a little behind schedule in the morning though, so I called in late.

Well, I wasn't really. I just wanted an excuse to sit around for a while and reflect on what happened yesterday.

I don't know why, but I really do think I'm in love with Troye. How could that be though? I just met him. It usually takes me a while to accumulate feelings this deep for someone. But these feelings for him were instant.

I texted him last night after I got off work.

I finally did it.

Our conversation was short, but meaningful.

C: Hey Troye, this is Connor

T: OH HEY!

I could almost hear his enthusiastic accent through the text.

C: It was so nice getting to meet you, honestly seems like we've known each other for ages.

T: Right? I feel the same way

C: Sooooo....

I wasn't really sure what to say because I was constantly afraid of messing up.

T: Soooo...do you want to get dinner sometime?

C: Wait really?

T: Yeah, it's on me

C: You don't have to do that at all

T: Yes I do. For our friendship.

C: But...

T: No. I'll pick you up tomorrow night.

I obviously couldn't say no. This could be a perfectly good chance to get to know him better. I wanted this.

I gave him my address, and that finished the conversation.

C: Goodnight, Troye

T: Goodnight, Connor :)

He inserted a heart emoji after the smiley.

WHAT IS HE DOING TO ME?

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So when I went to work today, I couldn't stop thinking about the conversation that I had with Troye last night.

My manager called me over to him, like I was getting in trouble for calling in late.

"Hey Connor, some boy, really tall, with curly hair came into the store looking for you when you weren't here."

Troye?! Looking for me?

In a matter of hours, He was going to be picking me up. Why would he be looking for me when I'm going to see him tonight?

That wasn't the only question I had.

What was I going to wear?

Where are we even going to eat?

Should I insist that I pay the bill?

What happens after dinner?

Is this a date?

I was so lost. I still am.

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Troye is coming in an hour. Who knows what will happen. I'm not nervous but I just don't feel good enough for him.

I picked out my nicest clothes. No, not my "clubbing outfit."

I was wearing a black sweater, with a light blue button up underneath, so the collar popped out of the top. I paired it with my favorite black Converse and black skinny jeans.

I don't like getting dressed up. I actually sort of hate it. But I tried because this was a special occasion.

Very special.

I kept looking out the window of my apartment for cars to drive into the parking lot.

After about 10 minutes, I see a nice car pull in.

Then I received a text.

T: Hey, I'm here :) Join me!

I AM SO NERVOUS.

I can barely type.

I should probably go now. I'll update you when I come home.

Tonight's going to be a fun one.