ink & pixels (tronnor au)

"i love you, kitten"

troye's pov.

He came out of his room in a black sweater with black ripped jeans, and of course, black shoes. And let me tell you, shawty looked like a million bucks. I mean that
a$$ though.

[and it was at this moment lauren knew, it was supposed to be a surprise from troye i think but she wrote the whole thing and was too lazy to rewrite it so deal with it bitches because this is high quality we are talkin bout here k bye]

We had decided to not do anything particularly spontaneous and just drop by a nearby deli, but then go to some random art gallery. Connor is a sucker from some fine ass art.

The sandwiches we got from the deli tasted like absolute shit, but we didn't really care. Food is food when you are almost broke and pulling left behind Starbucks out of trashcans from wealthy lawyers who sing My Chemical Romance to their kids at night.

Anyways, the art gallery also was absolute shit. Literally just black lines across a canvas that looked like it had been bought from the 99 cent store. The beach was our last hope, even though it was already 10 P.M. and both our phones were about to die.

By the time we arrived, my phone was no longer with us and Connor didn't want me to feel left out so he left his in the car along with mine. Kind of stupid if one of us gets attacked by fire balls or flying llamas and we need an ambulance.

"Troye this is why you charge your phone, you dumbass."

"Don't call me a dumbass, dumbass."

"This new sassy side of you, I don't like it."

"You love it."

"I do. I really do. But I also like the sweet, loving Troye who cuddles me to sleep and occasionally kisses my forehead."

"Oh well then, maybe I should cuddle you to sleep more often if you like it so much?"

He threw sand at me and stuck his tongue out.

"Aye, Franta what was that for?"

"You being a dick."

"Mind your language fucker."

We were both sat next to each other, the cold sand getting in places it would never escape. I had leaned forward a bit to take my shoes off, but apparently I can't do this in peace. Guess what Connor decides to do?

Push me the fuck over and make me get sand all in my hand. Mixing sand and hair should be illegal.

"NO YOU DID NOT JUST DO THAT!"

"Your damn right I did, Mellet."

A smirk was plastered vividly on his face.

A few minutes of dead silence passed and I was plotting a way to return the favor to my boyfriend, Connor Franta.

Ah perfect.

"Hey Con it is such a beautiful night, mind if we go down by the water a bit? Would make a great picture."

"Yeah sure, I could take some really nice shots with the moon and water."

"Well then Tumblr Kitten, let's go."

I had waiting for him to take a few strides in front of me, and once we reached close enough that our feet could touch the water, my plan went into play.

I cautiously positioned my hands behind his back, and with all my might pushed him into the water.

He fell stomach forward and was completely drenched when he stood up.

"I AM GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU."

"You are too nice to kill me. I'm sure you couldn't actually do it."

And then he yanked me hand towards him and tripped me, so I gracefully landed on my ass.

"CONNOR WHAT THE HELL, I THOUGHT YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE MY BOYFRIEND!"

"SAYS THE ONE WHO PUSHED ME IN THE WATER FIRST."

I took a few steps towards him and put my chest against his.

"Sorry Con, I hope this makes up for it."

He looked me dead in eyes with a questioning look on his face, and I placed my hand and the back of his neck and tugged him closer to me.

And that was when our lips collided and magic flew everywhere just like it does in every Disney movie. Except this wasn't a movie. Connor was all I had and all I needed, which I was perfectly okay with. That boy made me so damn happy, unlike anyone else could.

His smile shined bright like a thousand suns along with his pearly white teeth that gleamed in the light. His green, blue tinted eyes almost made me go mad everyday. The way he kissed me like it was the only thing that ever mattered to him.

His raspy morning voice that made me want to fuck him into the mattress. His raw sense of humor that actually made my day a million times better.

From this day on we will be know as Connor and Troye, or Troye and Connor. That seemed just perfect to me. He was beautiful, a true piece of art. I love him. I really do.

"I love you,"

"I love you too, Kitten."

Our relationship was way more than just ink and pixels.

author's note:

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA THIS IS FINISHED WOW NO ONE SAW IT COMING I DIDNT SEE IT COMING OOPS BYE BITCHES KIDDING I LOVE THIS STORY BUT IT HAD TO COME TO AND END I LOVE OF EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU AND A SPECIAL THANKS TO ANYONE WHO HAS EVER COMMENTED BECAUSE IT MAKES ME SMILE A LOT OKAY I SHOULD LEAVE NOW BUT JUST KNOW I LOVE YOU GUYS

HOPEFULLY I WILL BE BACK WITH ANOTHER STORY SOON OKAY BYE

[much love]

-lauren xx