Past: Tronnor

Chapter 45

***Troye's P.O.V.*** (also timeskip a few days)

The last day of any vacation is always the hardest. Especially since this vacation was probably the best one I had ever had.

"Are you sure you have everything?" Connor asked for probably the three-hundredth time.

He had been up a few hours before me, and he had packed up all of his stuff. For him, if the ship was to arrive back in Jamaica right this second, he would easily be able to just walk off right now. He most certainly was prepared. However, for me, I was still in my pajamas and I hadn't done anything but quadruple checked under the beds as connor had been telling me to, since eight in the morning.

"I'm positive. My suitcase is right there, go ahead check if you want" I laughed slightly, "Now can I finally get changed"

"I still don't believe you," he crossed his arms, "but go ahead" he then dropped them to his sides and pulled out his phone from his pocket.

I grabbed the very last thing of clean clothes I had, and I went to the bathroom as connor sat on the bed scrolling through his phone.

I changed into a t-shirt and jeans, nothing special because I knew I'd be on a plane for pretty much the whole day. When I came back out into the room I suddenly realized how cold it was.

"Shit" I cursed under my breath as I dug through my suitcase and didn't see any sweatshirts.

"What's wrong?" Connor asked.

"I- I just don't have a sweatshirt" I shrugged, zipping the suitcase back up and leaning it against the wall.

"Here" he went to his own suitcase and pulled out a green hoodie. "You can wear mine" he handed it to me.

I took it from his hands, "are you sure?" I asked before putting it on.

"Positive" he answered. I put the sweatshirt over my head and took in his scent that was left on the sweatshirt from when he had worn it the other night.

"Thanks" I said as I snuggled into the sweatshirt.

"No problem, but the only way you can keep it on is if you can get all of your stuff ready within five minutes" He seemed to be pleased with himself for making this deal.

"Fine," I groaned.

I hurriedly gathered up anything I could of mine that was still lying around. Even though I had told him earlier that I had packed everything earlier, that was clearly a lie to just get him to stop nagging me.

"How much time do I have left?" I asked as I struggled to close my suitcase. I looked up to see that he was looking down at his watch with a smirk.

"About two minutes"

I looked around the room to see that I still had some stuff lying around. It was kind of crazy of me to be running around this room trying to pack everything just for a sweatshirt. However, it was his sweatshirt. I quickly gathered everything up and shoved it anywhere I had space to put it.

"thirty seconds" he said as I was still packing.

I began to run around at a quicker pace.

I don't know how but I managed to pack everything within that thirty seconds.

As I finished zipping my final suitcase I fell back onto the bed.

"Connor, we don't even leave for another hour" I groaned as I started up at the ceiling with exhaustion- that might just have been the most physical exercise I had done all of my life.