Masterpiece (Tronnor)

Chapter 4

"Hey!" Troye said, finally locating his ringing phone. He was in the Capitol studio with Alex and Emma, attempting to think of titles for the album. Once he realised who it was, he mouthed 'two seconds' to his friends before stepping into the much quieter room next door.

"What's up, how are you?" He asked Connor, confused by the odd timing of the phone call.

"What time do you finish in there?" Connor questioned immediately, ignoring Troye's question.

"In about an hour or so I think, maybe a bit more. Why?" Troye replied, knowing full well why Connor was asking. He had been thinking about and looking forward to what today would bring since he had left his friend the afternoon beforehand.

"Great. Call me when you're done and I'll pick you up. Gotta go!" Connor finished hastily, before hanging up the phone.

The next hour turned out to be extremely unproductive, and ended up in Troye half asleep with his head on the desk he had been working at, Alex lying on the couch and Emma slouched up against a wall, all completely silent.

"Should we call it quits for today?" Alex asked the others after a while.

"Yep, I think so." Troye agreed, trying not to sound too enthusiastic.

"You need a ride, T?" Inquired Emma, who was very much a motherly figure for him when he was away, as well as being his friend.

"I'm good thanks. Connor's picking me up."

At this, Emma raised her eyebrows slightly and shared a glance with Alex. Ever since Connor had come out and Troye had started spending time with him, the girls had been jokingly teasing him about the possibility of a relationship, having no idea how much Troye wished it was true.

Just as Troye was about to call Connor and let him know he was finished for the day, he received a text. It read:

Connor Franta: Are you done yet? Come out the front straight away when you are. I'll be waiting.

Troye struggled to conceal a giddy grin, so as to not cause suspicion, and bid his goodbyes before making his way as fast as he could through the maze-like building to the large front doors. On exit, he didn't have to look twice before spotting the familiar black car that belonged to Connor. It was parked directly in front of the doors, with the windows down and a grinning Connor leaning out the window.

"Hurry up!" He called, as Troye made his way down the stairs, backpack in hand. "We got stuff to do!"

"How mysterious." Troye remarked sarcastically, dramtically opening the back door and throwing his backpack inside before taking his place in the passenger seat. "I simply cannot wait."

Once they were out of the car park and heading down the highway, Troye asked, "So, where are we actually going?"

Connor's only reply was to raise his eyebrows and say, "Patience is a virtue, my friend."

The rest of the car ride was spent mostly in silence, with the odd exchange of questions about each others' days. It felt like an eternity before the vehicle began to slow and they turned in to a smaller street, marked by a single sign that read "Los Angeles County Museum of Art".

"And we're here." Said Connor as he pulled the car into one of the many free spaces.

"I'm guessing 'here' is the art museum. Am I right?" Troye questioned, clarifying.

"You are indeed." Admitted Connor.

Troye couldn't help but blush when he thought about just how romantic it was that Connor was taking him to an art museum to give him inspiration, and tried to stop himself from imagining what it would be like if they really were dating, instead of doing whatever it was they were doing at the moment.