Connor
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I stood at the edge of the road, staring at the woods in front of me. The 'DEAD END' sign was far behind me, I was just staring. Months. It's been months since Troye left me in my own bed, with confused thoughts and too many feelings to deal with. I've repeatedly told myself he isn't worth the search, but then my other half cheers me on.
For the life of me, I can't remember the address to his apartment. I remember it being kinda fancy with a receptionist lady. But the exact address? Nope. I've been running all over this town, trying to find this boy with sparkling blue eyes and curly brown hair. So gorgeous and hypnotizing. He was everywhere; in my dreams, in my thoughts, in my bed. I was so hung up on him, whipped, some would call it. But he isn't mine, and if I don't find him, he never will be.
I know, I know. I told myself that I was going to cut him off, but it isn't possible. How have any of his exes done it? How have they not chased after this boy? Without hating themselves and asking why they lost the mesmerizing boy?
Because I really need to know. Or I won't be fine at all.
The road I took to this spot was long, and I hoped that there was an apartment complex somewhere. I was ready to give up and cry, because the sun was down and I was exhausted. The last house was a little ways back, so I sat down in the road and laid there. "I'm never gonna be alright!" I screamed and cried sadly. I was wrapped around Troye Sivan's fingers and there was no way out.
I kept crying and screaming and crying and screaming. Sniffling, I got up and started running back to my car. While I was running, it started to pour down rain. "GOSH!" I screamed, probably making the people in their homes think I'm insane. I probably am.
Once I was driving along, I couldn't help starting to cry. That's when I noticed an attractive young male that just so happened to be Heartbreak Boy.
He was soaked and looked pitiful. Why was he out and about? I pulled over and he glanced over to me and looked like he wanted to cry. "Hello," I whispered softly as he opened the door and got in. Troye just smiled weakly and buckled himself in.
"Where to?" I ask, not really wanting to converse now that I found him. Troye gives me quiet direction to his apartment. I tried hard not to just stop the car and yell at him. We drove in silence until Troye burst into tears. I pulled the car to the side of the road and looked over at him. My curiosity would have to wait as I hesitantly reached my arm over to him and soothingly rubbed it. He held his head in his hands for a while until he sat up and stared at me.
We stared for a while before Troye looked at his hands. "I got a contract with a label. And we've got a date set out for my EP to come out. It's called TRXYE.." I wanted to jump for joy and cry, because I knew this is what Troye wants and needs. His voice is too gorgeous to not be heard. He started to say something else. "And I'm so sorry for leaving. I know this is what's best, but I can't do anything without your green eyes popping into my mind. All of my recent songs are about you, and how you drive me wild. Tyler... Tyler and I are more than likely splitting up. I found him in our bed with some other guy and he gracefully left when I told him to leave. The guy was wearing his jumper when they left and I'm so angry because I held on to Tyler for so long. I never stopped to realize what was right in front of me. I never gave a thought to the fact that I am..." He stops. I don't want him to. I want him to finish what he was saying, because I swear, I think I know what he was going to say.
"Gosh dang it, Connor Joel Franta, I think I'm in love with you."
