A week of Troye's secret song writing in the studio flew by way faster than expected. I still didn't want to bother him by asking what the songs were, or what they were about, so I just figured I could wait and be surprised. I knew he wouldn't let me down.
Troye and I were packed and ready to leave for the airport. Our flight was at nine o'four. I thought it was pretty dumb how they couldn't have just made the flight at like nine, or nine ten. Like, why nine o'four? Okay, I'm getting super off topic, Troye and I were packed and ready to leave for the airport...
I called a taxi because I couldn't leave my car in the airport parking lot for however long I was staying with Troye in Australia. Troye didn't even tell me how long we were staying there, which made me think about it harder. If he were to be filming music videos, wouldn't that take a long time? I caught myself smiling. 'It would take a long time.' I thought to myself.
Before we left my apartment, I ran to my bedroom and grabbed our beanie off of my nightstand. When I got back to my living room I saw Troye and smiled I him. "Ready to go Troye Boy?" He smiled back and nodded. I walked up to him and put our beanie over his hair, running my hand down the side of his face. Troye laughed a little. "Okay, your teeth are so straight." I said to him. "Yours are too."
"Yeah, but I had braces."
"Oh, yeah...I didn't." I laughed and shoved Troye on the arm slightly.
Troye walked out of my apartment in front of me and I stayed back for a minute to lock the door. Once we were outside, we noticed that our taxi was already waiting outside for us. The driver was really sweet and he helped us put all of our luggage into the trunk of the car. The ride to the airport was quiet and relaxing, not quiet and awkward. It was calming.
When we reached the airport, the first thing the driver did was help us unload all of our belongings. He was extremely nice, unlike a lot of other drivers that I'd had before. Once all of our bags were out of the taxi, I was about to pay the driver, but Troye insisted on paying, so Troye and I ended up splitting the price of the drive.
Troye and I entered the airport and went straight to the security check area. The line wasn't too long, but it was already eight o'two. 'Time really does fly.' I thought.
By the time we were done with the security check, it was eight forty-five. We headed straight to our gate, and decided to think about what we wanted to eat after reaching the gate and seeing what food places were close by.
Troye and I reached the gate and found two empty seats to get situated. After sitting for a minute or two, we found that there was a Starbucks next to our gate. I thought about the last time I went to that Starbucks. 'With Tyler.' I said to myself. Thinking back to that made me not want to get anything from there. Troye looked at me and began to speak. "Hey Con, do you want anything from Starbucks?"
"Nah, I think I'm good."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah I'm fine."
"You were hungry just a little while ago, Con."
"Yeah, I guess I'm just not that hungry anymore."
"I'm getting you a Pumpkin Spice Latte."
"I actually really don't want a Pumpkin Spice Latte."
"But....that's your favorite."
"I'm just not in the mood for one."
"I'll get you a cake pop or something, you can't just not eat, Connor."
"Okay."
Troye was gone for a couple minutes and then came back with a ton of cake pops, lemon bread, and two Turkey Rustico Paninis. "Troye," I began to speak, "You bought so much."
"You need to eat." I took one of the paninis, a cake pop, and some of the lemon bread. I smiled at Troye, and began munching on the food.
After finishing most of the food from Starbucks, there were two cake pops left, and some lemon bread, so we just took it on the flight with us when we boarded. We were both exhausted and sat down immediately after we found our seats and put our carry-on luggage in the top compartment above us.
I sat in the window seat, as always, and waited patiently for the flight to take off. While I was waiting, I started to think of this crazy idea that I had, that would probably never turn into reality. I decided to tell Troye about the idea, to see what he would think of it. "Troye, be totally honest with me right now, okay?"
"Okay....is everything alright?"
"Yeah, yeah nothing's wrong." I laughed a little while I said that because Troye's concerned face looked really funny. "Okay, but I have this idea."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"What is it?"
"I want to write a book."
Troye's face looked shocked. It wasn't long before he began to talk again, "Do it." He said.
"Really?" I asked.
"Yes, Connor, do it. Write a book."
"I really want to, but I have no idea how to start it."
"Okay, well, Connor, here's the thing, you have writers block, which I totally understand. I get it too when I write songs sometimes. But once you get started, it'll just flow right out of you."
"That's way easier said than done."
"Connor you have to start by writing something so terrible, that you're forced to make it better."
I laughed. "I guess you're right."
"Connor," Troye started to speak again "If you wanna make cool shit, you gotta make cool shit."
"You're right." I let his words sink in before he began to drown me in more. "Art is risk." He said. Troye leaned back in his seat, and I did the same, listening to the plane begin to take off. When we were over the city, I got out my phone to take a picture of the beautiful lights shining in the night of Los Angeles. 'Art is risk' I repeated to myself in my head.
'Risk is art.'
