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a raging homosexual

Prompt: Connor goes to a party and wakes up in a strangers bed

As I open my eyes to harsh sunlight I suddenly remember why I spent the last four years if my life doing everything in my power to say away from parties. With parties come drugs, alcohol, unprotected intimate activities, and trouble. That's a no no for me.

That's why I'm more than surprised as I look around the strangers dorm room. My head hurts to much to do anything but sit up and I can't remember anything but walking into the stupid frat house. My second day of College and I'm in a strangers bed, but my clothes are all on so I presume that's a good sign.

That's when I notice the emptiness of the room. No pictures adorn the walls so I'm completely clueless to who's place I'm at and I'm in to much pain to move. That and I'm absolutely terrified. When I hear the front door unlock and the sound of whistling I quickly lay back down and close my eyes, not wanting the stranger to know I've just been sitting in their bed all morning like a creep. Someone enters the room and I tense as they approach where I'm laying on my side, facing the bedside table. A plastic bag is placed on said table and I almost sigh at the cool hand that's pressed to my forehead.

"Definitely hungover." I hear an accented voice mutter and suddenly memories start to flood back to me. Walking into the party, meeting the blue eyed stranger, dancing, him saying he doesn't drink anything but wine. Then the memories fade and I'm left warm. Slowly, I open my eyes to find who I now remember as Troye to be peering down on me with a soft smile. "How you feeling lovely?" He asks as I sit up, rubbing my eyes with the back of my hands.

"Like an absolute fucking grapefruit." I say and he laughs.

"Like a what?" I just sigh, not really feeling like explaining myself to him and downing the water and Aspirins he gives me.

"Thanks." He just waves me off, motioning for me to put my hands up as he pulls my shirt off and slips a new one on, something I could have done myself but not minding that he offered. Then he takes my shoes off, ones that have a mysterious stain on them, and hands me some sweats.

"I presume you want to put these on yourself?" He laughs out and I blush.

"Thanks." Again he shrugs, turning away to dig threw the grocery bag. When his back is turned I quickly slip off my pants and replace them, sitting down after that do to dizziness. "Uh," I slur and he turns to me with a raised brow. "Where am I?"

"My apartment." He says simply, turning back around.

"Your what? You mean were not even on campus?" He laughs and shakes his head. My head begins to pound even harder.

"No, I don't live on campus. And I couldn't just leave you there. You were shit face drunk and no one at that party is to be trusted so I took you here."

"Why didn't you just ask me where I lived?" I ask in confusion and he turns back to me with an amused smile, a tub of ice cream and a bottle of wine in his hands.

"I did."

"Then why didn't you take me there then?"

"You wouldn't let me. You kept screaming about how you didn't want to get back in the closet." My eyes widen in embarrassment. What the actual hell did drunk me say?

"I told you I lived in the closet?" He nods with a small laugh.

"And from personal experience, no one should have to go back there." I find myself smiling at this as he walks away to leave the room, turning back to me once he's in the threshold. "You coming?"

"Oh," I say, cheeks a bright red. "Yeah."

I follow him into the kitchen that is hooked to the living room and motions for me to sit on the couch. He then returns with a bowl of ice cream and a glass of wine. He hands the ice cream to me and presses play on the TV, sipping the wine as he lounges with his back against the arm of the couch, our feet touching as I mimic him on the other side. His sweats are loose and so is his white shirt that hangs so low his collar bones are exposed. He turns to me when he feels my eyes lingering and smiles, confused.

"What?"

"Thank you," He's about to shrug and wave me off again but I continue. "Really Troye, I could have done something stupid or something. I'm not really the party type as you can tell." He giggles.

"It's my pleasure Con, I wanted to get acquainted on a less...chaotic level anyways." Warm smiles are shared and I set my bowl down and turn back to him.

"So, tell me something about yourself."

"Well," he clears his throat. "I'm getting a degree in production and I work at the local record shop. This is my second year here and I have a dog that looks like a seal." I laugh at this and he smiles goofily again. I decide that the goofy smile it my favorite, were just barely any teeth shows and he almost looks confused. "Your turn."

"Uh, this is my second day here, I'm working for a degree in social sciences and my cat Pre holds the key to my heart." he's about to speak when a few other things come flying out of my mouth. "Oh!" I lean forward with a grin. "I also love scented candles and coffee is my go to comfort item. Well coffee and warm blankets. And rainy days. And warm boys. Or a warm boy on a rainy day sipping coffee while snuggling under a blanket-"

"Okay!" Troye says, laughing so hard now that he's put his drink down. "I get it I get it, your a raging homosexual." I gasp, covering my heart with my hand in mock offense.

"How dare you stereotype me!" Once the laughter dies down and we smile contently at each other I realize that we've moved closer, our knees drawn as we sit in front of each other.

"I like you." He says after a while. "I think we'll get along well." I just nod, blushing as he stares at me with admiration.

"Tell me more about your seal dog." I say after the attention begins to be to much for me.

"She's a bitch. Quite literally." I laugh. "But her names Jagga. She's a good friend."

"Friend?" He laughs.

"Yes friend, is that a problem?"

"Not at all." Then he turns the tables.

"Tell me about Pre."

"Well I've had her sense forever. Her and Sam have been threw it all with me. Sickness, break ups, groundings. All of it." Troye smiles wider.

"Breakups? Who would dare break up with the infamous Connor Franta?" I laugh.

"More people than you'd think." Way to put a damper on the mood Con, I think, he's defiantly impressed now.

"People are stupid Con, but you'll learn to live with them." In attempt to steer the subject away from me yet again I reply with,

"What like Jagga?" Troye grins.

"Exactly like Jagga."

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A/N
that suCKED anyways I'm going to try and make my next few happy fluffy ones. No promises though.

Part two?

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