Tronnor OneShots

Skart Night

I was relaxed on my couch, surfing through the channels to see if there was something, anything, that will even capture my attention slightly.

"Ughhhh.." I groaned, beginning to get fed up with how remarkably bored I was.

I had just gotten back home to Perth yesterday, leaving Connor in L.A. The day after being separated was always the worse. The continuous need of being near each other was hard to bare after one day.

I sighed, returning to the TV and continued to surf the channels, until I heard a ring come from my laptop.

I trudged my way over, reading the words 'Incoming Call From : Connor Franta'.
I perked up immediately, and pressed accept, revealing a wide-eyed, grinning Connor.  Although it was exceptionally adorable, I couldn't pinpoint what he could be so happy about, given the fact that it was 10pm where he was and I could see the bags begin to form underneath his eyes. He looked too tired to be excited about anything to be quite honest.

"Heyyyy troye boy!" he said excitedly. "Hey Connor," I said with a laugh, "I miss you a lot." I said, looking at him sadly. The smile left his face, turning into a frown. "I miss you too, Troye." We both sat in silence for a few seconds, until the wide smile and wide eyes returned to Connor's face. "But I have something planned!" he squealed and began to drum the table. I swear he's 7.

"What's going on, Con?" I asked, quirking my eyebrow and the still grinning boy.
"We're having an art night!" he said in a child-like manner, "or afternoon for you."
"How? If you haven't remembered, we're thousands of miles apart," I said smiling sadly.
"That's one of the main reasons why I'm doing this, Tro," he said with a grin on his face, causing crinkles to form around his eyes, "now, grab a canvas and start art-ing!"

I smiled and rolled my eyes at his tactics, and went to room and grabbed a spare canvas and some paint supplies.
I came back to see Connor setting up his work space, his face showing that he was deep in thought, eyebrows furrowed and lips pursed tightly.
"Know what you're gonna paint?" I asked him, his head snapping upwards.
"No, but I'll just start and see where it goes," he shrugged his shoulders, "like usual."

We both began to create our works of art, sitting in complete silence, both of us too focused on painting to even notice.

I paused briefly, pondering over what I should add. I glanced up to Connor, only to see him aggressively jabbing his paintbrush onto the canvas. I shot a confused look to his direction, Connor leaving it unnoticed while still poking at his canvas. I shook it off and returned to what I was working on, a simple painting of a sunflower, reminding me of the sunset we Connor and I watched together when we were in Minnesota. I smiled at the memory, how the sunset was just incredibly beautiful, how our fingers were laced together loosely while enjoying the other's company, and Connor taking dozens of photographs and videos, and how the shippers were going wild.
I was taken out of my thoughts when I heard a thump on the other side of the screen, seeing Connor smiling wide at his finished work. His eyes shined and his grin was reaching ear to ear. I smiled at him adoringly, a content sigh leaving my mouth.
I finished up the last touches of my painting and placed my brush down, looking back up to Connor.

"What did you paint?" I asked. His focus shifted towards the camera, the smile never leaving his face. He looked even more tired than before, but he looked as beautiful as always. I smiled back, thinking about how sappy my previous thoughts were, realizing how Connor's trait was rubbing off on me.

"Show me yours first." he said, his wide smile turning into a shy one, his cheeks beginning to color.
"No you, " I insisted, wanting mine to be a surprise.
"Noo, youuuuu," he sang, resting his head on his hand.

After a few minutes of going back and forth, neither of us wanting to lose this battle, Connor finally said,"How about we just show them at the same time?"
"Sounds good," I replied, relieved that the playful argument came to and end.
I carefully picked up my canvas, not knowing if the paint was dry.
I made sure that the painting was facing towards me, in order to keep it a surprise. Connor did the same, both of us having nearly identical psychotic smiles.

"On the count of three, we flip them, okay?" he asked. "Okay, ready - One, two, three!"
We flipped our canvases, looking expectantly at each other.
He had painted something I couldn't interpret into anything. Random dots here and there, lines running all across, and possibly every color in existence was on his canvas.

"That's.... interesting Con." We began to laugh, unable to stop every time we looked at his painting.
"I told you I'll just see where it goes," he said, still laughing, the corners of his eyes crinkling in the best way possible.

After our laughs had died down, I looked back to him. "You do realize that this," I motioned between us," is the cheesiest thing we've ever done. And I hate cheese."
"But you loooooveeeee me!" he says as he bats his eyelashes.
I rolled my eyes, struggling to hold back a smile.

"This was fun, Tro. Next time we're apart we should do this again." Connor looked back at his painting and chuckled. "Maybe I'll paint something decent."  "Yeah..." I smiled at him, "we should. And maybe I'll stop painting flowers," I said as I looked back at my canvas again. "But I like your flowers Tro." Connor pouted as if he ran out of avocados, which to him is a very devastating event. He smiled again,"but I'm glad you're on board with regular Skart nights."
"Skart night? Really?" I said, unable to hold back my laughter. "It was the best I could think of come on give me credit," he giggled, "it's a work in progress," he clapped his hands together like a child. "Oh my god, Connor, why." I hid my smile with my hand.

We both erupted with laughter. A yawn escaped Connor's mouth, causing me to stop laughing.
"What time is it?" I asked, remembering how late it was over there. "Almost 3am." he said nonchalantly.
"Oh..." I said shocked. "Go to sleep babe, you need it." He yawned again, his eyes looked as if they were going to close any second. "Okay," he whispered,"night."
"Night, love you," I whispered back. "Love you too, see you soon."

I waved goodbye and ended the call. I closed my laptop and went back to surfing channels on my couch, looking back at my painting.

"Skart night," I said quietly, "I like it."

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a/n
That was actually 1.1k words wow. It's still not that long but it's longer at least.
But I actually want a Skart night? I feel like that'll be lovely.
Thanks for reading!
- Lian