The Green-Eyed Boy // Tronnor

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Late that night, after Connor edited it and uploaded it, Troye decides to check and see how many views it has. Unknown to him, Connor had tweeted about it, which meant thanks to his millions of followers, there was a good amount of views.

"Connahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh​!" He called, grinning from ear to ear.

Upon hearing his name being called, Connor's ears perked up. "Troyeeeeeeeeeeeeeee," he called back, going to the room that Troye was in. "What is it?" He asks, plopping down beside him.

Jumping up and down like a little kid in a candy store, he can only grin and point to the laptop screen, where it shows a large number of views, likes, and comments. "Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa​aaaaaaaay," he yells, extremely happy.

Connor smiles widely, happy for Troye. He also giggles because he can't help but to do it - Troye's so adorable when he's excited and happy. Plus, his reaction was pretty funny.

"Congrats," Connor says. "But just wait. More will come, and your views and likes and comments will go even higher than that," he says with his smile still plastered to his face.

He stops jumping, and with wide eyes, he slowly looks to the laptop. "Woahhhhh," he says slowly, thinking of the number count rising higher and higher. "But it's already pretty high, Connah," Troye adds, his voice full of awe, happiness, and wonderment.

"I know they are," he says. "Congrats." He then suddenly wraps his arms around Troye, pulling him into a hug. "I told you that you'd go far. You're already getting lots of attention," he whispers, giving a soft smile.

When Connor wraps his arms around Troye and pulls him close, he can't help but blush and think, ​I think I picked the wrong guy... and the right guy was just too nice to tell me.​ "Thanks to you, no doubt. You told your fans to watch me, didn't you?"

Connor nods, hugging the boy a bit longer before pulling away. "Yeah, I did tell them. I figured I'd be nice and help you get a head start at this whole YouTube thing, as you are new to it," Connor says, smiling. He then stares into the boy's blue eyes. They're just so bright they caught his eyes almost immediately.

He frowns at the loss of contact, so he reattaches himself to Connor's side, wrapping an arm around him. "I guess it isn't fair to me, though, since you didn't get a famous person tweeting about you. I do appreciate it though, don't get me wrong."

"Well that's because I didn't know any famous people, really," he said, wrapping an arm around Troye as he felt Troye's arm wrap around him. "Be lucky you know one though," he said jokingly. "You get a bigger start than me."

"I know multiple ones, actually," he states, grinning smugly in satisfaction and triumph. He has to look up to Connor a little bit, because the older boy is taller than him by like, 2 inches, but it's totally worth it because ​holy shit he's fucking adorable as fuck.

"True," Connor says, looking down to the boy who was a few inches shorter than him. He didn't have much else to say. So he decided to examine him instead. His hair, his eyes. God you could get lost in those eyes easily.

Troye leans up and slowly kisses Connor before pulling away from him and skipping into the spare room, grinning at the stunned boy over his shoulder. He shuts the door as he prances into the room.

It all happened too quickly that Connor didn't have enough time to even process what had just happened. Connor stood there, stunned and shocked. Troye kissed him. He lets that sink in for a few seconds, before snapping out of his trance. He hears Troye's door shut.

Troye knows fully well what he just did, but he can't bring himself to care that he'd kissed Connor and then ran out. What if he hates him now for running away after kissing him? What if Connor does to him what Tyler did? ​You know he wont,​ his subconscious whispers, ​or you wouldn't have done that.​

Did I do something? ​ Connor thinks to himself as he walks towards Troye's room. He knocks gently on Troye's door, confused as to why he had run away. "Troye?"

He immediately picks up the guitar beside him, playing a fast and loud song to pretend like he hadn't heard him. He grabs his notebook to write down lyrics occasionally. "A million thoughts, running round my head, calling out for help, and no one's listening," he sings quietly, playing some random chords.

Connor gives a sigh. He knew Troye had heard him, but pretended he hadn't. "Troye," he says, knocking once more even though he was in the middle of a song.

Faster and louder.​ Faster and louder.
​Faster and louder.
​​
He continues to write and play, trying to get all of these confusing emotions out through his music. "It's time, you say, to let, let go, but my heart, is not, ready, oh no." He drags out the 'no,' letting his voice drift up and down a bit as he does.

Okay, that does that," he says quietly, before giving the door handle a twist, showing it was unlocked. The door swings open to reveal Connor.

"Troye, stop, stop," he says, and then he stops playing. "Why did you run off and then ignore me?" Connor asked quietly.

He pauses for a few seconds, waits for Connor's question, and then begins to play softly once more.

"My heart is torn, my emotions a mess, calling out for help, emotions in distress," he sings, looking to the guitar instead of Connor's worried eyes.

"But I-" he pauses, cutting himself off. He listens to the lyrics, which was exactly what he was supposed to do.

"I can help you," he whispers as Troye finishes singing that.

"Many have tried, few have succeeded, my heart is guarded, the key a well kept secret."

Whenever Troye was little, and even more so now, if he couldn't answer a question with actual talking, he'd find another way. That way was almost always making up some lyrics, which came to him easier than breathing.

"But I can try to help you still," Connor says, moving closer to Troye until he was sitting down next to him.

"A warrior's battle, one hard to win, hope you're ready, it's a tiring ride of hardship and sin" he responds quietly, the chords combining to make a hauntingly beautiful sound.

Troye had this way of making the most random words fit together into a song that reaches the very depths of your soul.

Connor listened, quietly yet closely. His heart was doing the thing it always did when Troye sang but this time he ignored it. He was just focused on Troye's lyrics and how he was going to help him.

"I am ready," he said, his voice still quiet. "I'll do literally whatever it takes to help you."

A small smile graced Troye's lips as he scoots closer, putting the guitar behind the two of them. He leans over and puts his head on Connor's shoulder, closing his eyes as he whisper/sings, "I hope you succeed in this task which most others fail, green-eyed boy with a smile so frail..."

A/N: Well wasn't that quite the mysterious ending hahaha