Troye looked up. "Ma?" He asked the tall lady in front of him. "Yes tok?" She says. "What ah we doooowing?" He says shaking her leg. "We're getting something tok," She says smiling at him. "Whyyyy?"He asked. "So we can make your new room look pretty," She said parking the car.
Troye liked the sound of that. 'make your new room look pretty.'
He giggled at thought and ran along beside his mum into the shop full of colours and buckets.
"Woah," Troye said as he looked up at the shelves full of pretty pastels above him. "You like them Troye?" His mum asked. Troye nodded lost for words. There were so many. Yewwo, owwwange, pwwink.... He thought to himself as he ran his hand across the labels on the shelf. "Pwwurple, wwed, gwweeeeen... "He said aloud as he continued to run down the isle.
And then he saw it. The prettiest colour of them all. "BWUE!" He shouted. Troye, being the toddler he was, struggled to reach the bucket full of blue paint that was a few shelves above him but he didn't give up. He took one last leap towards the bucket, swatting his arms around like a mad man.
Troye smiled at himself as he heard a loud bang coming from the bucket. He looked around in hope to find his pretty colour but when he looked up all he saw was a boy. Covered in his blue paint. Troye gasped and covered his eyes with his hands. He felt his face turn red with embarresment.
After a few minutes of hiding behind his hands, Troye took them away and looked at the boy. "Sowwy," He said looking at the floor. The boy looked very messy with the blue paint in his hair and all over his clothes but he also looks somewhat.....cute. "I'll cwean it all up," He said not really meaning it, he hated cleaning up.
The boy giggled "It's ok," he said. He didn't sound like me....or mum...or dad... or Steele. He sounded different. He sounded like...an alien.
Troye looked at the boy with wide eyes and said "Where do you come fwom?".
The boy giggled again. "America," He said.... like an america. "What's your name?" He asked.
"Twoye," Troye said smiling. The other boy raised his eyebrows in confusion.
"Why are you called toy? I have lot's of toys at home but...." The boy started but Troye cut him off.
"No siwwy, Twwwwoye," Troye said again, slightly annoyed at the boy now.
"Oh ok then Twwwwoye, my name's Connor," He said smiling at Troye.
"Connor you still have bwwue on you," Troye said giggling.
Connor looked at himself up and down.
"Can I wash it off at your house?" Connor asked Troye nervously.
"Yeah sure," Troye said grabbing Connor's hand and running down the isle.
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HI AGAIN! I honestly don't know why I am even trying to be enthusiastic on here I'm wayy too sleepy for that!
hope you liked this third person oneshot! if you did please vote and leave some love in the comments for me
love you my sweets
13 days till i'm going to Troye's concert!
i'm filming it btw if you're not going so i'll leave a link once i upload
