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"no one is stopping you"

connor's pov.

I could hear Troye's adorable, soft snores coming from the room across. It had been about five hours since he fell asleep and I decided on waking him up for dinner.

My feet creaked on the wooden floor but I managed to hover over Troye (not in the smut way) and nudge his side. He was refusing to wake up, so I nudged him a little harder. A quiet groan escaped from Troye's lips but eventually he opened his eyes and woke up a bit.

"What time is it Con?"

"About 8:30 P.M."

"Great."

"I thought you might be hungry so I made dinner. Just pasta with butter nothing special."

"Thank you. I was getting quite hungry to be honest."

He chuckled and tore the sheets off his body. Fuck. He was in his boxers. To avoid any awkward situations, I decided on walking away and stroll to the kitchen.

My brain was cluttered with thoughts. Mostly about Troye. A few of Jared Leto.

We kissed, but I am not even sure it meant anything to him. Of course it meant the world to me due to my giant crush on him. Yes I just admitted it to myself. Oh well. I will just wait for him to bring it up.

troye's pov.

Thank god he asked me if I was hungry, my stomach couldn't go on any longer. Pasta with butter sounded delicious. Along with something else. I'm kidding. Maybe.

Yeah, we kissed. But I probably didn't matter to him. Well now I know he is gay so maybe I will have a better chance with him. To avoid anything awkward happening I will just wait for him to bring it up.

After going to the bathroom and cleaning myself up a bit, I headed to the kitchen.

"Took you long enough Troye. Your food is getting cold."

Connor was sat at the dinning rook table silently chowing down on his pasta while scrolling through his Tumblr dashboard.

I sat down across from him and started to devour the meal.

"Hungry Troye Boy?"

"Yeah, just a bit."

"Pardon my lack of cooking skills by the way. Either we eat out or have pasta/mac and cheese every night, up to you."

"How about both?"

"Sounds good."

We both contently continue chewing our food in silence for the next few minutes. I will say the tension was unbearable. Deciding on whether or not to bring up the kiss. Fuck it.

"About yesterday,"

"What about it Troye. I don't recall anything of great significance occurring. Unless you do then feel free to elaborate."

He said with a poker face. I couldn't tell if he was upset, mad, cheeky, or sad. The words rolled of Connor's tongue with no emotion, making it difficult to read his mind.

"Connor, please don't do this. I just wanted to make sure you weren't mad at me for any of the events that went on yesterday on our little road trip."

"Don't you think I would've starved you if I was angry."

"True. I take my statement back. But am I aloud to say something?"

"No one is stopping you."

"I am so sorry. I shouldn't have come onto you like that. It was invasive and inappropriate. My mind was elsewhere at the time."

He didn't respond but just zoned out into the distance which gave me the impression he was not going to partake further into this conversation. Guess I was wrong.

I picked up my bowl, washed off the excess butter and balanced it on the bottom rack of the dishwasher. Connor was still sat at the table, staring into the abyss. Was he mad at me? Why is he mad at me? What had I done wrong? Troye, you are such a socially awkward fuck up. I was going back to my room to brush my teeth and shit when I heard a soft, shaky voice come from behind me.

"I don't regret it."

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