ink & pixels (tronnor au)

"please troye, don't leave"

connor's pov.

After we both finished and cleared up our breakfast, we ended up laying on top of each other (not in an inapropro way) on the couch. Since Troye had never actually been anywhere outside of Australia, I decided it was my right of path to show him around LA.

"Get up and get dressed Troye Boy. I'm going to show you a little taste of Los Angeles."

"Alrighty. Sounds fun."

He doesn't know what's coming. Poor kid. Heavy traffic, crowded malls and restaurants, extremely high prices for everything. Basically an Aussie's worst nightmare.

I had decided on taking my car and drive around Hollywood for a little bit, stop and grab some food, maybe stop at a few shops, and head back home. A flawless plan, or so I thought.

"CONNOR COME HELP ME!"

By the tone and volume in his voice, I thought Troye had been stabbed or some shit. But no, not even close.

I approached him in my room as he was sitting on my bed, staring aimlessly at my closet. The hint come across strongly, he needed clothes. For little Troye came to America with barely any money and clothes, perhaps because he didn't have much time.

"Connie I have nothing to wear. No clothes have I brought besides these and a t-shirt and jeans."

"That is exactly the reason why I am going to take you shopping Troye Boy."

"Wait seriously? But I have no money..."

His words trailed off silently and his once excited face turned to a frown.

"No worries, I got it covered."

"No, Conn-"

"I said no worries. You can pick something out of my closet for now."

He shot me a smirk, and I couldn't help but laugh out loud by his sudden mood change. God, this boy will be the death of me.

troye's pov.

He had insisted I pick something from his closet, so I did. A pair of black skinny jeans that were a bit small on me, since yes and I am taller than him, and a simple black sweater. Full out emo. Somebody toss me a Pete Wentz.

The only reason I felt uncomfortable going shopping today was the fact he was paying, for everything. I didn't plan on getting much anyways.

"Ready, Troye Boy? Sorry those pants are a little small."

"Yep, and they are not that small actually."

"Why the fuck you lying, why you always lying?"

"Enough of your lame internet trends references. Let's go."

He grabbed his keys from the small table near the door, and we head out into the world of ignorant assholes who spend their money on getting a good parking spot.

I reached my hand out to grab the car door handle Connor someone pushed it away and opened it for me.

"You are my guest, and I will be crowned best host. Thank you very much."

Cheeky little shit. If only he knew.

Now the real question is who will be the DJ? It's only fair if he is though, because I got the USB cord last time.

"You got it last time. My turn."

"Your read my mind Connie Frannie."

He gave me a disgusted look because of my choice of nickname. But I think it's adorable.

After about twenty minutes of yelling along to songs, vigorous body rolling, and major arm flailing, we reached the mall.

Holy avocado. It was huge. At least ten times as large as the one in Perth. So many stores. So many clothes. So much money. My stomach started to go queasy.

"Hey, Troye you ok? You're looking a little pale there."

"Yeah, I'm fine. I just don't feel comfortable with you paying and everything. First, I barge into your house without even bothering to ask if it was okay. Second, I make you stressed out by staying. Con I am just making your life a mess. I can find a nearby hotel to stay at."

His eyes started to fill with water and he jumped quickly back into the driver's seat. I went around and made my way to the passenger's side. Really Troye? Why did you have to upset him? This is exactly why you should leave.

"Connor I'm sorry, I didn-"

"Once again it's my fault. Please stay. I apologize if that is how it came off, because  that is totally not what was happening. By the way, I invited you to stay. Please Troye don't l-leave.""

He covered his face with his hands and dropped his head down low. I got out of the car, and made my way to Connor's side. He scotched over and I sat next to him. I engulfed him with a hug, my eyes starting to tear up as well. We stayed like that for about 15 minutes, him crying against my arm and me pulling him into a tighter hug.

"Forget about shopping Connor, let's just go home."

"But-"

"No if's, and's, or but's. I said we shall go home."

He returned to me with a slight grin. Sudden mood change?

"You called it home."

"Oh I uh-h um"

"I like that. It made me smile. You are a very special person Troye Sivan Mellet. Very special."

I hugged him once more and headed back to my side. And then we started our drive back home.

author's note:

WOHOSKDJS idk what this was the next few chapters will be more happier i swear.

there has been so much tronnor lol and I SWEAR TO GOD IF THEY ARE WEARING MATCHING TRUNKS [picture at the top]

if you dare comment on my tenses i will personally come to your house and throw a clock at you

and i think only one person noticed but i broke the fourth fucking wall in the last chapter

goodnight peep holes