Twitter | TRONNOR

1.7

"hey, suga tits!" troye grinned when connor appeared on his screen. he was sitting in his bed as he waited for connor to say something. he bit as his bottom lip.

"nope, sorry." connor said as he shook his head, literally ending the call.

troye laughed loudly before calling connor once again. his pointer finger and thumb trapped his bottom lip while waiting for his best friend to answer his second call. he was still chuckling at himself that he made connor literally hang up on him.

connor appeared on the screen once again with a fake frown on his face. he jutted out his bottom lip. "never call me sugar tits again. i am a male, i do not own boobies."

"i'm sorry! i thought it was funny! you could be my suga tits." troye smirked, winking obnoxiously at his friend. he grinned when connor flipped him off. "you look really fucking cute, connah."

"oh -- uh -- thank you, troye boy. wait, i have a story to tell you." connor gasped, his eyes widening when looking at the pale boy sitting on his laptop screen.

"what happened?"

"okay, so i sent my mom a picture of you -- which now that i say it sounds really weird -- but she's been asking me who i've been talking to. so, she calls me and says, 'connor! your friend tyrone is so cute!' she called you; tyrone sevan. she literally read your name like that." connor explained, sighing.

"are you serious? that is the best thing i've ever heard." troye laughed, throwing his head back against the headboard of his bed. he glanced at connor who was frowning at him. "did you tell her that my name is not tyrone?"

"of course i did. but, now i'm calling you tyrone and troye sivan eighteen. tyrone sivan eighteen." connor smiled.

"don't you dare. i have never called you anything as bad as that."

"you called me sugar tits five minutes ago!"

"that's the past, connah. and the words you've tweeted; 'i live in the moment, i can't undo the past and i can't change the future. i'm living in this moment.'" troye quoted with a small smirk forming his lips.

"i did not tweet that. it was similar but i did not tweet that. you're a fake fan." connor spat sarcastically, rolling his eyes but immediately looking at troye and smiling at him to let the pale boy know that he joking.

"excuse you, i am the biggest fan of the one and only connah flanta." troye scoffed, putting a hand on his chest as if he were offended.

"fuck you troye sivan eighteen." connor cried jokingly. (a/n: if you know what video that's from, then i love you omfg) "you are an evil human being."

"i'm sorry dad! please forgive me." troye pouted, sticking out his bottom lip.

connor chuckled with a smile. but suddenly, his smile fell and he looked down at the table he was sitting at. the green eyed boy ran his fingers through his hair softly with a shaky breath. troye's smile fell with connor's, leaning forward to his laptop screen.

it was silent for a long time. connor wouldn't look up from his table, keeping his head down. troye swore he heard a sniffle. he had no idea what was happening and how connor got so sad out of nowhere. it was making him really upset in just five minutes.

who knew being sad could be contagious?

"connah? what's wrong? why did you suddenly get so sad?" troye pressed softly, rubbing his eyes with his fists. "please don't cry. i don't like this, connor. please tell me."

connor looked up from his table but avoided eye contact with his best friend. he glanced at himself in the small box on his screen and frowned when seeing how awful he looked. the green eyed boy took another shaky breath. "i'm sorry, troye. i just got really sad out of nowhere."

"it's okay to be sad without a reason, don't be sorry. do you want me to go? we can talk later if we want?" troye spoke with worry in his eyes.

connor looked at troye through the screen, their eyes locking. the green eyed boy shook his head. "no, i want you to stay. i want you here with me. i want you."

"you want me?"

the green eyed boy's eyes widen and rubbed his face. "i -- i didn't mean it like that. i meant i want you -- you to stay on here. i need you to stay with me. i want you to be here, troye. please stay and don't leave."

"i would never leave you, connah. i will forever and always be here. we can sit in silence and i wouldn't care. i'm not going anywhere." troye whispered, fiddling with the bottom of his tee shirt, not wanting to show connor the small frown on his face.

connor smiled, tracing the lines on his table with his finger. he glanced up at troye. "i love you."

"i love you too."

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I wrote the beginning of this two days ago and the end just now. That's why it got sad. I'm sad. I'm sorry.