Connor
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I messed up. Big time. Troye is taken and has a lovely boyfriend, but I kissed him anyways.
I've ignored every text from him and all the calls. Even though it's been nearly five days since, I needed to leave Troye alone. I had to.
"Con, you should at least tell him that you're cutting him off," Mikey, my friend from America, tells me over the phone. I didn't answer, instead I just stared at my coffee pot in the kitchen.
"You're pretty smart for a seventeen year old," I groaned, placing my head on the counter. Mikey chuckled before informing of his battery level, which meant we had to hang up now. Even after what Mikey said, I still didn't tell Troye. I sulked on the couch, watching movies and drinking coffee.
I've drank so much coffee, that it didn't have make a difference in my energy level. My head was soon pounding, but I didn't take anything to improve it. My body was just numb, completely and entirely. I knew I had to get up and move, but it was nearly seven anyways.
When I did get up, I took a shower, then got back into pajamas. I was contemplating having a camp out in my living room when the doorbell rang. "Ugh!" I whined but opened the door. Lo and behold, Troye stood there, smiling.
"H-Hey.." He stuttered. I blinked a couple times to make sure it was actually him. Twas. I bit my lip and smiled back. Maybe he didn't completely hate me.
"Hi." My voice was barely audible, but he lit up like I told him he won the lottery.
"Why have you been ignoring me? What did I do?" He asked after I invited him inside. The hurt in his voice was enough to make me want to stab myself repeatedly. Troye sat on the couch and I sat beside him, trying not to cry. Why was I so emotional? Why was I already so attached to this boy who has a boyfriend?
I swallowed, before speaking. "Because.. I kissed you and you have a boyfriend. I have to distance myself from you Troye." The last sentence made me want to jump off a bridge. Troye gave me a weird look, like he couldn't quite understand what I was saying.
"Connor.. I enjoyed the small peck as much as you did. It wasn't even on the lips, we're fine. We can be friends, still." He scooted closer to me and grabbed my hand before pulling it to his lips. Gosh dang it, Troye Sivan. He wrapped me in a hug while I took deep yoga fire breaths. Silence filled the room, Elsa frozen on the screen.
We pulled apart and I got a good look at Troye. His hair was in it's normal quiff, but it was super curly. He was wearing a jean jacket with black skinny jeans and his Converse. The jacket was buttoned up, so I couldn't see what shirt he was wearing. "Will you stay and watch movies with me?" I asked quietly. Troye took off his shoes and grinned. "I thought you'd never ask."
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Five hours later, it was midnight and Cinderella was ending. I had my arms wrapped around Troye as he yawned. "I'm super sleepy," He sounded like it, too.
"Stay.." I whispered. Troye turns around to face me.
"I don't have any clothes, Con," He chuckled. I smiled and offered him some of mine. Troye agreed and we made our way to my bedroom. I stayed around while he got into my sweatpants and loose t shirt. I was still turned around when he flew past me and collapsed in my bed. I followed, grabbing a pillow and hugging it tightly.
We re-positioned ourselves before I heard Troye's soft snores fill the room. Already asleep, the little pumpkin.
The morning came and Troye was out of the bed. His outfit was gone, but the clothes I let him borrow were discarded on the floor. Did he leave? I felt like crying, but didn't want to overreact in case he was still here.
"Troye?" I called, stepping into the hall. It was empty, and I realized I was talking to no one. My heart shatters, and at that very moment, I know that I need to cut every tie I have with Troye Sivan Mellett off.
