The Green-Eyed Boy // Tronnor

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A/N: You kind of have to read the description first before you read this chapter, as you would get very confused.

He kept his arm extended out. "You need some help up or...?" He asks, looking down at the boy on the ground.

Troye blinked a bit and took his hand, standing up. He let go and brushed the dirt off of his clothes, picking his bag up. "Thank you," he mumbled, his cheeks turning pink.

"No problem," he says. "Also, since you might have found it a bit odd for a random guy to just ask you if you needed help, I think I'll introduce myself." He chuckled a little bit. "I'm Connor," he says, giving a small smile.

"Not odd." Troye didn't like talking much around people he didn't know, and he had just met this kid. Despite the fact that he'd been dreaming about Connor for God knows how long, he didn't truly know him. "Troye. With an e."

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Troye," Connor says. He pauses for a moment, before growing a little curious. "Where were you headed anyways?" He asked, gesturing to the bag. "Not to sound like a creep or anything, because I'm not."

"Nowhere." Troye crossed his arms a bit and looked down, lightly brushing his foot against the ground with his beat-up black converse. He knew Connor wasn't a creep, it was fairly obvious even if he hadn't spoken a word. Connor exuded nice-boy vibes, whereas Troye didn't. "Absolutely nowhere," he repeated, moving his crossed arms so they lay over his stomach instead of his chest.

Connor sighed a quiet little sigh, his breath making a small puff of smoke in the sky. He watched as the cloud of his breath disappeared into the night sky. "I'm not so sure about that."

"Yeah?" Troye raises his head to look at Connor with his big blue eyes, his eyebrows shooting up as if to ask, 'Do you really want to ask that question?' He truthfully hadn't been going anywhere, but he'd been going in the general direction of a place he'd long since abandoned.

"I know we just met, but can't you trust me enough to tell me where you were headed? It's very late and, particularly, very cold," Connor stated, looking back at Troye.

"I don't even know," he retorted, shaking his head. Troye hadn't built up the courage to go inside where he had been going, always stopping short of the steps. As he stood in front of Connor, many different emotions flickered through his eyes.

Connor furrowed his eyebrows a bit at Troye. "Wait, what?" He asked, a little confused. He tried reading his face for emotions, but there were just so many to keep track of.

"I'm a wanderer, Connor," He explained, using a hand to tug it through his unruly curls. Luckily his friend had let him hit the shower during his stay and also wash his clothes, so he was pretty clean. It'd have been extremely embarrassing to be dirty in front of such a beautiful boy.

"Oh..." Connor says, biting his lip, trying to think of what to say next. "Uhm, if you want, instead of freezing to death out here, you could stay at my place or something...?" Connor said, before quickly adding, "Again, I swear to God I'm not a murderer or anything like that."

"Yeah, okay." He shifted his weight from foot to foot before gesturing for Connor to lead the way. Troye might as well save himself the time and not walk all the way to a place he won't enter anyways. Besides, it was fucking cold out, and he wasn't wearing winter attire.

"Alright, let's go," he says, starting to walk back towards his house, with Troye following behind him.

Troye could still feel the tight grip of the men's hands, despite the fact they were long gone.

He squeezed his eyes shut for a second before he walked after Connor, staying a few paces behind him. He nervously clutched the strap of his bag, hoping he was right when he guessed that Connor was a good kid.

He frequently turned his head every so often to make sure Troye had still been following him.

Eventually, not too long later, they reached Connor's house. Connor unlocked the door, before opening it, walking in.

A/N: Hi! So, I hope you liked this first chapter :)) Go and follow my writing partner/IBF; She's pretty amazing at writing as well: xxForeverWonderingxx