Let's Have Fun || Tronnor AU

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//Connor's POV//

I am so disappointed in myself.

I was supposed to be strong for Troye.

Be his support.

But instead I broke down, not being able to hide the feelings I had as I stood staring at my old home that I had always loved.

Every memory that I had of what used to be my family, screamed at me for attention.

It all was too overwhelming to conceal any longer.

Throughout the year, I had always been the one to protect, comfort, listen and care for Troye. But today, when I was wrapped in his arms, I was the one who felt protected, comforted, listened to and cared for.

I continue to think of that hug for the next few hours.

While Alfie and I had tried to figure of how to turn on the WiFi, Zoe and Troye put away all the groceries.

"We did it!" Alfie shouts excitingly, throwing his arms up in victory. We both laugh and high-five, proud of our achievement.

We rush downstairs, entering the WiFi into all of our different electronic devises.

Within minutes my phone is blowing up with notifications.

23 unread imessages

All sent from; the foster family from hell.

I shiver at the thought of them ever finding us.

Many people probably question why we wouldn't report the Lamberts for abuse and cruelty. What they don't know is that I've tried... the police I had told were fed so much bullshit from Kayla that they didn't believe me. So I gave up.

But now I have Troye to think about. So I am standing my ground this time. I will not give up. Once I'm 18, in a few months, I will tell Louise and the authority about everything Troye and I had to endore for many months.

As for now, I know that Kayla and Jacob won't tell anyone we have 'disappeared' because if they did, they wouldn't get money from the government.

I turn to Troye who has his eyes wide in fear as he scrolls through his phone. I look over his shoulder and see he is reading the messages he has also received from Kayla and Jacob.

I quickly snach the phone out of his grip and stick it in the front pocket of my jeans. He can't get it now. I don't want Troye to be freaked out by anything they could have texted him. It wasn't healthy for him emotionally, nor myself.

"Hey!" He shouts in protest, sticking his hand out towards the phone now resting in my pant pocket.

I shake my head before suggesting that we should start setting up his new laptop.

He agrees happily before rushing into the kitchen to retrieve it.

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"Connor, Con, Condabon, Connie, Conrad, Connor Joel Franta!" A soft voice wakes me from my sleep in the middle of the night. I swat my hand around hitting someone, praying they get the hint and go away.

I smile when I slowly return to a peaceful rest,  no longer feel anybody's, unwelcomed,  presence.

A moment later a finger starts poking at my cheeks, refusing to leave till they receive the attention they crave.