•Tronnor Oneshots•

Best friends

a/n this is based on me and my best friend when I was 4. We were really close for like 8 years until we went to different high schools but I haven't seen in him three years and tbh it hit me the other day how much I miss him. I guess we just sorta grew apart and it's sad because we were really close.

Troye was excited, although as it got closer and closer to the school gates the nerves started to kick in. He clutched his new rucksack tightly in one hand and Connors hand in the other.
The two were next door neighbours and best friends and had been for nearly two years. They would spend hours playing together in Connor's backyard and when they had found out they would both be starting at the same school, they promised each other that would would always be best friends.
Connor was much more nervous than Troye, his tiny hands shaking although he had a smile on his face. He had always been much more anxious about change but with Troye gripping his hand he felt more confident.
Laurelle and Cheryl took the boys inside to the classroom which was alive with the buzz of child talking, laughing and playing.
The teacher, Mrs Wood, met them at the door, a wide smile on her face. She had shoulder length blonde hair which surrounded her slim face and her big eyes were magnified by her glasses. She looked to be a little older than forty.
She crouched so she could to the boys more easily and smiled warmly at their hands which were still clasped tightly together.
"Mommy..." Connor turned back to his mother, tears filling his eyes.
Cheryl bent down and kissed his cheek. "Come on baby, just go in for me and I'll be back to pick you up before you know it" she whispered in his ear.
Troye smiled at his best friend and whispered rather loudly "Yeah come on Con I'll help you make your mommy a drawing."
Laurelle and Cheryl smiled at each other and walked away as Troye dragged Connor into the classroom.
Mrs Wood showed the boys to the colouring table where a little girl sat, concentrating deeply on staying on the lines on her colouring.
Troye grabbed a handful of crayons from the tub whilst Connor carefully selected a Winnie the Pooh colouring and they both say at the colouring table, opposite the little girl, who had still not even acknowledged them.
Connor quickly got started on the colouring, concentrating on the specific colours but Troye was too easily distracted by the other kids around him and he quickly managed to start a conversation with the girl opposite them, whose name, it turned out, was Kayla. She had long dirty blonde hair, blue eyes and a small round face with rosy pink cheeks. Her and Troye giggled together whilst Connor, seemingly unaware of the two giggling children, continued to colour in his picture.
Playtime eventually came and Mrs Wood opened the door of the classroom out onto the playground.
The children ran excitedly outside whilst Connor stayed behind to make sure all the crayons were back in the tub neatly and his colouring had his name on it so he could give it to his mother later.
When he looked round, he found Troye was no longer in the classroom and so alone and nervous, he wandered out into the playground.
There were squealing children everywhere, playing games with their friends. Connor couldn't see Troye anywhere in the crowd and he felt a rising sense of panic in the pit of his stomach.
He decided to go and sit on a bench in the corner to try and look for Troye in the crowd but just as he was about to go and wander over, two children caught his eye.
It was Troye and Kayla, stood in the corner hugging one another tightly and laughing together. Troye grinned at her, the big grin he usually saved for Connor.
Connor felt a tear slide down his cheek and instead of going to on the bench, he went and sat in a corner against the music room wall, hidden from the on duty teachers by a big bush.
He sobbed quietly, or as quietly as he could manage, assuming he had lost his best friend to somebody they had met barely an hour earlier. He used his sleeve to catch the tears. It felt as though his whole tiny world was falling apart.
He didn't hear Troye push past the bush. Troye had heard Connors muffled sobs and recognised them as his best friends and so he had followed the noise to find Connor in a tiny shaking ball in the corner.
"Connie, are you hurt? Do you need a teacher?" Troye asked, putting his hand on the other boys shoulder and crouching so he was on his knees next to him.
"N-no," Connor whispered.
"What's wrong then?" Troye said, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion.
Connor looked up, his green eyes red and his face still damp with tears. "You don't want me to be your best friend anymore."
"Connie, of course I want you to be my best friend. You are and you always will be" Troye said proudly.
Connor looked surprised, "why were you hugging the girl from the colouring table though?"
"Kayla is my friend, but you'll always be my best friend" Troye said with a smile and then he whispered "I love you Connie."
"I love you too Troye Boy" Connor whispered back before kneeling to get on Troyes height and kissing his cheek gently.
Troyes went pink in the face and smiled and looking round, he carefully picked off a white flower from the bush concealing them, tucking it behind Connors eye.
"You look very pretty with the flower in Connie" Troye said, a smile on his tiny face and he grabbed Connors hand, dragging him across the playground to introduce him to Kayla.

a/n
two stories in two days! It's a miracle.
so basically I won't be able to write now before Christmas and maybe not before New Years so I just wanted to say have a happy holidays and a good New Years. Stay safe and happy
Charl