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Prompt: Connor thinks of the past

Big blue eyes, curly brown hair, full pink lips. All the things that make up my best friend, and my most beautiful nightmare. If I had to sum up Troye in just one word I'd say progress. But asking someone to sum up their entire world in one word is kind of unfair don't you think? So here's a list:

Imperfect, original, annoying, unique, protective, creative, possessive, satisfaction, troublesome, pleasure, insane, persuasive, and what I like to think, mine.

Now you won't get Troye and his personality just by reading a list of empty words. So I'm going to share a few memories with you, and I hope you feel grateful. Because sharing my precious Troye with anyone is torture.

Troye and I have grown up together. He moved here from Perth, Australia, when he was 6 and since then we've been inseparable. Some find it cute while others find it annoying. Everyone at our school, La Crescent High, knows one by the other. If you think Connor Franta, you think Troye Sivan. It's just how it goes, and I have no problem with that. Sharing the same childhood as Troye has made me happier then nothing else in the world. I've got to watch this amazing boy grow from a silly six year old to an independent 18 year old and I've loved every second of it.

When Troye first moved next door to me I was scarred. He was the same height as me with the biggest eyes and lips i'd ever seen. I remember walking outside to find out who these mysterious new people were and seeing the little boy with brown hair and a gorgeous little birthmark under his left eye and I panicked. I ran back inside screaming for my mom.

"What is it Connor?" I remember her saying, her soft hands running all over to check for marks or anything that could be wrong.

"There's an angel outside ma!" I yelled and she gave me an odd look. As cheesy as it sounds, I really did think Troye was an angel. Of course I'll never tell him that, he'd never let me live it down. Eventually my mom calmed me down enough to go back outside and greet the new neighbors.

I stood behind my mom as she talked to Laurelle and Shaun, Troyes parents. Little Troye just sat on the tail gate of their truck and starred at me. When his eyes caught mine he smiled widely and wiggled his little fingers at me, ending in a giggle fit and a friendship that lasted 12 years and counting.

Now we're both Seniors, with budding careers and a million stories to tell. I remember when Troye came to me the summer before Freshman year with the biggest secret I've ever kept.

"Connah!" He yelled across the fence and I looked up from my journal to the tall boy.

"What?" I asked. Troye and I used to do the weirdest things. One of them being laying on our correct sides of the fence and just enjoying each others company. Or hiding in the tree house we built that connects from both sides of the wooden fence, a ladder on each side.

"I-I have something to tell you." This got my attention and I closed the book, tucking it under my arm and standing up.

"Meet me at the top?" I asked and he nodded. We race to the top of the tree, me pushing up my glasses every five seconds. Once at the top we sat in front of each other, crisscross with my notebook in my hands and friendship bracelet in his. I don't question him, but inside my mind I'm screaming. Who gave him that? Why does he need another best friend? I thought we had each other?

"So, you have to promise not to freak out." He says and I nod.

"Of course Troye. You know you can trust me." Nothing he could have said would have pushed me away, Troye was and still is the best thing to ever happen to me.

"Well," he cleared his throat. "I've been thinking a lot lately and I've discovered something new."

"Like what?" I asked, scooting closer to him and pushing my glasses up again. "Is this going to be about school stuff? Because I swear to god Troye there's two weeks left of-"