Connor
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I stared at him, before telling him my name.
"I'm Connor."
There was a slight glint in his crystal clear blue eyes. They were so gorgeous, I couldn't help but stare.
"My name's Troye. With an 'e'." He turned his head to look at me for the first time since I sat down. I got an up close look at his face. Perfection. His jaw was perfect, his lips were a lovely pink, and his eyes. His eyes, oh my. The side view was enough to make me want to jump off a cliff, but a full on look? I'm gone.
"Troye, with an 'e'? Your mom must have wanted you to be special. And you are." I saw his cheeks turn a light shade of red, making his pale skin look even more beautiful.
Troye shrugs, playing with the laces of his Converse. We were wearing matching Converse. Although a lot of people had this exact same pair, it felt better knowing this gorgeous stranger had the same taste in shoes as me. I sound so crazy in my head. "I don't even know why I came out tonight. I was feeling lonely because my boyfriend left for America, without telling me and-and.. Why am I telling you all this? You couldn't care less." Troye stands up quickly, hurrying out of the building. I follow him, harshly shoving everyone out of my way.
He's sitting on the curb when I catch up to him. He was staring at the traffic, a thoughtful look in his eyes. I could tell he was a thoughtful person. Not the 'let me bake you cookies' kind of thoughtful. No, he was literally full of thought. It wasn't hard to tell. A familiar song came on from one of the nearby stores. "If you love me, let me go." I chose to sit and talk to Troye.
I sat because he told me what he told me. I'm a complete stranger to him, but he chose to let out his boyfriend troubles to me. "Talk to me. I'll do my hardest to understand." I assure him. So this boy that caught my eye explains his faltering relationship with a flirtatiously flamboyant boy who makes him feel safe but out of place at the same time.
"Would you like to come back to my place for the night?" He offers when he's done. I know I should say no, because he has a boyfriend, but he looks like he needs it, and I want it, so I say yes. Troye and I walk along the sidewalk and he leads the way, until we reach a nice looking apartment complex. The door opens before we reach it, a tall woman with a disapproving look on her face standing there.
"Shut up, Marissa," He grumbles as he takes his key from his wallet and shoves it into a lock. "Connor, are you coming in, or?" I hadn't realized Troye had opened the door and was waiting for me to come inside. I blushed and hurried in, embarrassed. Troye softly smiles and outstretches his arms, gesturing to the entirety of the place. It was cozy, with pictures of Troye and who I assumed to be Tyler. Tyler had fading purple hair in one picture, blond in the next, then blue.
Troye is staring at a closed door with a 'Do Not Come In' sign on it. "What's that room?" I ask, taking a tentative step towards Troye.
"Tyler's office. And... My music room." Music room? I give him a questioning look. "I, um, I sing and write songs." He seemed shy about this, so I didn't want to press any further. But it was fascinating to me. What kind of music does he listen to? Is he a pop addict or does he listen to underground bands? He sighs and opens the door, gesturing for me to go in. Tyler's office is messy with papers everywhere and sticky note reminders. Troye has a little desk that's neat. His keyboard and computer and mic are nicely set up, along with a notebook and a few pencils/highlighters in a cup.
"Other than Tyler, you're the first person I've showed this to." He informs me, sitting at the desk chair. I stand next to him, but not close enough to be invading in his personal space. Troye carefully pulls his notebook closer to him and flips to a page with lyrics written on them.
'Sippy Cup' by Melanie Martinez is written down the page. He sets everything up and tells me I can pull up Tyler's chair. I do, sitting down and waiting for him to start singing.
"Kids are still depressed when you dress them up. Syrup is still syrup in a sippy cup." He finishes the chorus, then moves onto the first verse.
"He doesn't think I'm that freaking dumb, does he?"
Troye turns to me, a questioning look on his face. "I know, I suck.. But it's what I like to do." Suck? He was fantastic.
"You were incredible!" I explain, seeing the grin spread across his face. Troye blushes and shakes his head. I start to ask him about his music taste. He explains how it varies; from One Direction to All Time Low. I nod along, understanding. We both liked a lot of the same artists/bands. A small smirk appears on his face as he digs his phone from his pocket.
The beginning of One Direction's new song, 'Drag Me Down', starts playing. "Oh. My. Gosh." He stands and starts to spin and dance. What can't this boy do? He spins one last time before the song changed. It started to play 'Soap' by Melanie Martinez. The song was so perfect for slower dancing. Troye grabs my hand and starts to sway with me. I was in a trance, with him. I'm so done with this boy.
"Let me under your skin.." He softly sang and I spun him. At the end of the song, I made the bold move to pull him closer to me. Eyes locked, we stared. It was so beautiful. What I didn't know was that I was going to fall in love with this problematic boy.
