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being gay with snarky strangers

Prompt: Connor meets a stranger at a party who already knows who he his

Connors legs hurt. He's been standing in the same corner of the same house with the same people for the past couple of hours and he wants to do nothing but sleep. Instead he stands with that same group of other 'popular' kids as they try to act tough, try to act relevant.

They watch the rest of the party as they mingle and sometimes make conversation about crappy subjects and crappy people. Connor keeps his eyes focused on random girls who show skin to random boys just in case someone looks where he's looking.

Connor has spent the last 12 years convincing bystanders that he likes girls, not pretty boys with soft hair and smooth skin, and that's why he attends these parties. To keep up his social statues, to stay cool, to stay 'straight'. He watches all the bodies move together, he eyes landing on a group of girls already eyeing him.

Do it, he thinks to himself, go on do it.

So he does, he walks towards them with a convincing smile the whole time repeating the same phrase. You're straight, you like girls. You're straight, you like girls. You're straight, you like girls.

"Hey Connor." Bethany says and Connor flinches.

"Hey Beth what's up?" They continue this mindless chatter until she pulls him into the kitchen for a drink.  Two cups of Bud Light later Connors smile comes easier and Bethany becomes ten times more appealing. 

That is until another person walks into the kitchen. A boy, sadly, one Connor has never seen before. His eyes are wide and bright, his hair oh so curly, oh so soft. Connor feels his charade start to crumble. Then the boy speaks.

"Connah right? Ricky told me to come find you, he said you'd show me around." Then he flashes this brilliant smile that Connor almost chokes on. He turns to the brunette next to him. There conversation had been boring almost as much as her personality and this boy seemed way more appealing. He smiles shyly.

"Sorry, I should probably do this." Bethany rolls her eyes, grumbles a whatever and walks into the main lobby again, a glass in hand. "What's your name?" Connor asks as the boy stands closer now, close enough that if Connor reached out his fingertips would brush the strangers shoulders.

"Troye, with an e at the end." Connor laughs.

"Original, i like it." He says the words before he can stop himself and before he has time to regret it Troye laughs with a curious smile.

"Thank you, shall we take a look around?" So they do, and by time they reach the staircase and begin to walk up it Connors learned a lot about the boy.

He's just moved from Australia, has three siblings, a budding music career and goes to a high school a town over.

"Why don't you go to school here?" Connor asks as he shows him where the bathroom is.

"I live closer to Mountain View, it's an easier drive." He says simply and Connor nods. "So, tell me something about you."

"Well," Connor says with a laugh. "I go to school with Ricky. I love photography and cats. I also have three siblings and if I don't get at least one cup of coffee a day I commit murder." Despite Connors humorous reply Troye seems almost disappointed with Connors answer.

"Murders not good." They enter Ricky's room and sit on the edge of his bed. "I think that's the most exercising I've ever done." Troye says and they both laugh. 

"Not me, I run practically everyday." Connor instantly realizes that was the wrong thing to say because Troyes eyes snap to his body and trace over it almost approvingly.