Masterpiece (Tronnor)

Chapter 6

*2 weeks later*

The airport wasn't as crowded as Troye usually experienced  it. In fact, it was completely empty, given the fact that it was 2 in the morning. After so many hours of sitting in one place, he was happy that he finally arrived to Los Angeles. His first thought was obviously to call Emma.

"Hey there Troye, how does it feel to be in the land of the free again?" the girl picked up after the second beep. She didn't even bother to explain why she was awake so early. Or late...

"I feel exactly the way I felt in Perth, tired. And I know that you must be very tired and I know it's not the best time to say this, but can I ask you something?" he said, lowering his voice with last few words, knowing that it really wasn't the time to ask for something like this. But he needed the answer. Immediately.

"Sure, I'm here to help, doesn't matter  if it's personal or professional." Emma assured him, sounding like a mom who had just explained puberty to her 13 year-old son.

"I've been thinking about this since I left two weeks ago and I need to do something now. So, uhm.. it's kind of awkward, but do you think it's a good idea to ask Connor out?" Troye asked, not being aware of the consequences of what he just said.

"YEEES YES I knew you little shit, 'Oh I don't like him that way' uh uh I called that bullshit from miles away, ask him out like right now!" she basically yelled, mimicking Troye's accent, and Troye was truly wondering how can Emma be considered a responsible adult, who is managing his entire career.

"Okay, okay, calm down, Jesus Christ, you got me, yeah I kind of like him, but I don't want to make a mistake rushing into asking for a date." he said, hoping for a more professional answer.

"You know, I have genuinely no idea how the gay part of the things work, but this guy took you out, date or not, made sure you're not alone in you rusty ass AirBNB thing, stayed up to watch documentaries with you like who does that?! Anyway, what's the worst that can happen? I mean if he turns you down then he needs to get his eyes checked ASAP." Troye actually thought that Emma had said all that in one breath.

"Thank you Emma, this really helped, I'm just going to get some courage and we'll see tomorrow." Troye exhaled, feeling like the rest of the energy left in him just left his body, "by the way, why the hell are you awake at 2 am?"

"Honey, I am YOUR manager I have a shit ton of work to do." her sarcasm was obvious even though her voice sounded even more tired than Troye's.

"Ha ha very funny, fairy godmother, oops, I gotta go now, Tyler's here to pick me up." Troye explained getting his stuff ready when he saw the car rolling in.

"Tyler? Alright Troye, stay sober and get some sleep, tomorrow you're gonna go boyfriend catching!" she hung up without saying another word. Troye just smiled and shoved his phone into his pocket.

Tyler got out of the car with a loud "Heeey" he intended as a greeting, and the two put Troye's luggage into the back of the car.

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Tyler's apartment was the same as Troye have last seen it, with the smell that you can't forget. Smell of sweet candles, old furniture, and something very close to orange chicken. He wanted to see the boy because he already felt guilty about not visiting his friend the last time. Also the fact that he could get him from the airport in the middle of the night was a nice addition.

The two of them sat down on the couch with a glass of wine in their hands, like every young man who is active part of the wine mom culture and are also in their 20s.

"Okay so if there is any new music, you can just play it to me right now, no need to wait for my death, snatch my weave here and now." Tyler already sounded drunk even though he only took his first sip after the sentence.

"There is no new music..." Troye felt embarrassed and kind of sad that he instantly got reminded just how unsuccessful he was.

"Oh, okay, you know I can help anytime, once I wrote a song about Harry Styles' hair and my mom LOVED it." Tyler started laughing hysterically, not realising how bad the other boy's situation was.

"Appreciate the offer, really, but I already have some ideas so I'm good." he lied, hoping Tyler would change the subject.

"Well, I guess you're gonna miss out on my musical talent, your loss!" the older boy acted like Troye hurt his feelings, "By the way I could finally start my book, and it takes so much strength from me not to swear after every word, how do writers do that?" Tyler was already gulping down the last drops of wine from his glass. Obviously he had to fix it, so he replaced it, emptying the bottle.

They started to discuss everyday things, chatting about nothing, when Troye realized just how bad Tyler handles alcohol. He was already bright red and all giggly.

"So how come I haven't seen you in months, huh? Am I not famous enough?! Just kidding I'm a superstar." he was slapping his knee from laughing too hard, while Troye watched him, laughing at the sight.

"Well, to be honest, last time I spent a lot of time with Connor and-"

"Connor?" Tyler said in a much more serious tone, not letting the other boy finish his sentence, "Fratata? Ooohh Connor boy!" he started to laugh again, this time sounding like a middle schooler. Ah, Tyler and his various laughs.

"What? What's so funny?" Troye asked, frowning, watching the tiny man collapse in front of him.

"Gawd, okay so I'm not type to gossip, BUT, and please forgive me for this in the morning when my head will be clear, Connie Frannie just got laid!" he was practically shouting at the end of the sentence, and quickly put his hand over his mouth. Troye was taking a sip from his wine, and when he processed the information, he nearly spat out everything from his mouth.

"Hey, don't fucking spill on my carpet again." Tyler returned to his serious voice, motioning towards the beloved carpet on the floor.

"Connor slept with a guy?!" Troye was finally able to speak again, after he almost drowned in wine.

"Well, definitely not with a girl." Tyler said, giggling again, trying to drink from his empty glass, sadly looking at it when he realized.

"Oh my god.." Troye tried to think clearly, but the alcohol made it hard. The guy he was about to ask out, slept with someone else, while he was on the other half of the world.

"I know crazy boy, he is one crazy boy. I'm gonna go sleep now because I'm hammered, you can stay here, you know where to find everything." the drunk Tyler said as he walked out of the room, after seeing no point in staying without any wine left.

"Yeah, thanks." Troye said, although Tyler probably didn't hear him, he didn't care. All he knew is that he wouldn't be getting much sleep that night.

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A/N:

Aaah, new chapter already and wow drama, fasten your seatbelts ladies and gentlemen, this is only the beginning :)