Thought Of You~ Tronnor

Family ~14

Leaving the studio, I feel my feet move from the soft, carpeted stairs to the cold tiles of the kitchen as we make our way to the second set of stairs that head up to Connor's room. Once through another gorgeously decorated archway, a set of stairs greet us. The wooden stairs lead up to multiple doors on either sides of a corridor, one of which Connor opens.

"You may enter, Sivan." Connor laughs, letting me go in first. What a gentleman.

He follows behind me through the white painted door with a simple C painted onto it and into a blue painted room. It's quite small compared to the rest of the house, but I like it. It's cozy and so Connor, if that makes sense. Hardwood flooring is covered by huge, fluffy rugs that feel like clouds. The walls are strewn with Polaroids clipped onto rope, and crayon melting artwork. Awestruck by the whole room, I look at every little detail. Like the gorgeous carvings on the feet of his bed, or the hand painted patterns lining the corners and edges of the walls.

It all makes me self conscious about how much more luxurious Connor's life is compared to mine. I know he doesn't care, but what if he does? What if he thinks I'm not wealthy enough?

Casting aside my thoughts, I join Con on the edge of his bed where he is now situated. It seems like he's been watching me admire his room, which I find cute.

Once I sit down on the (soft as heck) mattress, Connor simply smiles at me and we don't talk for a few minutes. We just sit in completely comfortable silence, enjoying one another's presence.

"Con, are you glad you left?" I ask him randomly. Well, it wasn't that random for me. It's what's been on my mind for most of the day. I just decided to ask him about it already.

He looks up at me, confused, before replying. "Of course. I guess it's just the aftermath that I'm scared of. But I know I'm safe and I know I have 3 new, great friends from it." Connor decides.

"I mean, I am pretty fucking great." I tease. "But you do know that I can get Marcus & Co. to help if they ever do hurt you. There's nothing to be afraid of, Con." Weakly, Connor smiles at me.

"I feel so bad for Trevor..." He sighs, his mind evidently wandering.

"Maybe if he sees you doing well after leaving, he'll take after you and leave. Don't worry about him, they won't hurt him and he knows he can leave." I try my hardest to reassure his racing mind.

"Yeah..." He replies, still not 100% himself. "Yeah." He repeats after thinking for another several minutes. Sometime I really wish I could read minds, there's times when I have no clue what's going through his mind and I want nothing but to calm him down.

"Why don't you text him or something?" I suggest.

"Hmm, I could Skype message him. I only ever text you and my mom, you should feel special." He decides, pulling up his laptop from the floor and clicking for a while until he got to Trevor's Skype contact.

"I'll call him." He makes a decision, clicking on the call button and waiting for a familiar face to pop up on the screen. After a while it does, Connor greeting him immediately. "Hey! Trev!"

"Hiya Con..." Trevor looks solemnly at his computer screen. A pang of sadness hits my chest as I watch his face over Connor's shoulder.

"Hey, what's up Trev?" Connor asks, concerned.

"They are really mad at you, like really mad. Are you okay? Who are you with? Are you safe? Are you coming back? Do you have new friends? Are they nice?" Trevor rushes, not stopping until all his questions are out.