Crossbreed - Tronnor AU

Chapter Eight

T R O Y E

I was running. Again. It seems like all I do is run. Run from danger and from the past. I was running from them again, the two men with black leather jackets and legs faster than mine. They got me again. I felt their strong arms holding me again, and my weak back hitting a cold wall. Their faces were inches away from mine and I could feel their breathes hitting my face. Smoke and alcohol, it reminded me of my mom.
"So you're the fag" I heard one of them saying, and his fist collided with my face.
"You lost this month's payment. You're a piece of shit." This time it was a woman, I felt her leg hitting my chest.
I was left on the floor crying in pain, hugging my knees as close as possible. Suddenly, I felt someone hugging me and I opened my eyes. They were green. But something was different, they were trying to tell me something. I couldn't understand them.

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This time I didn't wake up shaking and alone. I woke up with a pair of arms wrapped around my small figure and soft fingers going through my hair. I looked up and saw the green eyes. They saved me again. I rested my face on his chest and started crying.
"Shh, it's okay." He started rocking me back and forth and kissed my hair. I felt safe with him, I didn't want to let go, I wanted to stay like this forever. I didn't want to sleep, I didn't want to dream again I just wanted to see him and his green eyes. I cried more and more, my tears wouldn't stop rolling down. "You're okay now, it was just a dream." My mind was spinning, I wanted it to stop. I wanted the warm feeling inside of me to go away. I don't want to feel like this, not towards a guy. I wanted to be normal, I wanted to be attracted to girls, not to a green eyed boy. He let go of me and stared into my eyes. His lips were curled into a smile and he was still making soft patterns in the back of my head. "You'll be okay." He said. I gently nodded and his soft fingers left my hair. "Do you want to talk about it?" I quickly shook my head, and he seemed to understand, which made me more angry. He was so nice to me, it made me feel things, things I didn't want to feel. Not towards him at least.

I got up from the bed and saw a sleeping Kayla. Connor was going through his stuff, looking for something, and I was left by myself inside a cold bathroom. Being by myself absolutely terrified me, especially when I'm questioning everything. Why did I run away? Why with Connor? Why did I invite Kayla to come with us? And the most important one; why does Connor make me feel this way?

After five minutes of thinking, I found myself sitting on the cold bathroom floor and someone knocking on the door.
"Troye? Are you okay?" It was Kayla. Great, I forgot about her.
"Yeah, just a bit tired." I shouted back and she opened the door. She looked down at me and furrowed her eyebrows. Didn't look as good as Connor.
"What are you doing? We have to go, Connor is waiting for us." I nodded and got up from the floor, holding the sink and looking at myself in the mirror. My eyes were bloodshot and puffy; I've been crying. My hair was a mess, it was sticking up everywhere, and let's not talk about my breathe. I didn't want to leave Connor waiting though, so I just put some water on my face and brushed my teeth in the speed of light. I wanted to tell Connor about everything, I wanted to break up with Kayla and ask her to leave, but at the same time I didn't. I thought maybe my mind was confused at the moment, maybe I didn't actually like Connor, just the thought of him.

Kayla was driving this time, and she wanted her stuff to be with her in the front, so me and Connor had to seat in the back. It was a great idea, note the sarcasm. We finally decided to go to Michigan, it was a great place and it wasn't hot like our last home. As the hours passed by, I became more and more anxious. What if I scare Connor away, what if I mess up something? I always do. What if I fall for Connor? I don't want to fall. I don't want to be... this way.

"Look at those fags on the TV Troye" my mom pointed at the television, where a pride walk was happening. "That's disgusting, they shouldn't have a walk for them, they're a disgrace for the human race" I was only 10, and by the time I agreed with her. I nodded and booed at the TV. It was awful.

I'm not like I was when I was 10. I learned things and educated myself, my parents didn't. But even if I hate them, I still feel like I'm disappointing them, like I'm doing something wrong. Falling for Connor could end my life. I looked over at Connor and he was sleeping, laid against the car door with his head resting on his hand. He had his mouth a bit open, and his little snores filled the car. It was the cutest thing I've ever seen. His nose would scrunch up sometimes, and he looked like a little kid. All I wanted to do was reach out and hug him, like he did to me this morning. But Kayla was driving right in front of her so I had to do everything to not touch his hand and grab him to my chest.

A couple of minutes have passed and I felt a weight on my shoulder. I turned around and Connor was laying against it, his hand was resting on my chest. His eyes were closed, but he was smiling. The little shit was awake. I ignored Kayla's presence and wrapped my arms around his waist, bringing him closer to me. He gave a deep breath and cuddled closer to me. My heart was pounding inside my chest and my stomach was burning inside. His hands travelled towards my hand and grabbed it, tracing soft patterns on top of it. I rested my chin on his head and closed my eyes. I was tired, so it wasn't long till I drifted off to sleep.

C O N N O R

I woke up and looked at Kayla. She smiled at me and nodded, giving me permission to cuddle Troye. I laid on his shoulder and waited for him to do something. Suddenly I felt a pair of thin arms embracing me and bringing me closer. I placed my hand on his chest and I could feel his heart beating really fast. I grabbed his hand and started tracing soft patterns on top of it. He rested his chin on my head and his breathing were getting more calm, and I knew he was asleep.

"That's fucking adorable." Kayla said, looking at us through the mirror. I smiled at her and could feel my face getting redder.
"Shut up." She smiled and went back to the road.
"I really want you two to end up together. I ship it."
"You what?" I asked her and she laughed.
"Never mind." She was still laughing and I looked at our hands. They fit perfectly together, like they were made for each other. I grabbed my amulet that was hanging from my neck. It was a bright blue crystal. It sparked when the sunlight hit it. I took it off my neck and grabbed something inside my backpack; a little knife. I grabbed my amulet and tried to cut it in half, successfully doing so. I grabbed a string I had inside my backpack and gently put the crystal on it. (idk how to explain please bare with me) and wrapped it around Troye's wrist. I gave him a little kiss on this shoulder before I drifted off to sleep again.

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I tried.
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