ink & pixels (tronnor au)

"make yourself at home"

troye's pov (very new much change)

As we pulled up to his apartment building, Connor started to talk,

"We have arrived finally."

He let out a big sigh and opened his door harshly. I understood though, we had been driving for quite a while.

Connor lead me through a fee hallways until we finally reached his apartment. As we walked in, the first thing I noticed was the aesthetically pleasing presence of the room. Little knick knacks and shit covered bookcases and random tables all around me. After a quick scan of the living room, Connor took me to the room across from his, where I would be staying for who knows how long. White sheets, of course. And brown, wooden floors throughout. One bathroom for us to share. A small closet to put all the clothes I didn't bring.

"Here you go Troye Boy. Make yourself at home."

He said while smirking and heading towards his room. My stomach started to growl making me realize how hungry I actually was. But it is rude to just ask for food, so I guess I would just have to wait. Yes, I do have manners believe it or not.

I chucked my backpack on the floor and jumped onto the bed. I was so exhausted. Flying and driving for so long. I hadn't actually slept in a couple days. I couldn't go on any longer without sleep so I decided to just pull my jeans off and have a nap.

"Connor I'm taking a nap."

I said quietly knowing well he wouldn't hear, but it made me feel better for some reason.

I closed my eyes and drifted to sleep soon after.

author's note:

short chapter. school. explains itself. homework. shit. it's the weekend and i still have homework. much fun. wild. losing my chill. tronnor twitter shit. more wild shit. filler shit. just shit in general. peace.