A Blue Neighbourhood ••Tronnor

SUBURBIA

A/N: I know I've been kind of taking a break from wattpad but I just feel like everything I'm writing is shit right now and I have no motivation at all, so I feel like it's a better idea to stay off here than just get annoyed with myself for not writing anything good at all.
Soo this AU is about...... Well I guess you'll find out, I can't really sum it up. Btw this doesn't really picture what the song is about but it's... No it's not even what feelings I get from it but we'll just go with it because there's not like I have any fucking better shit to write :))
Drugs warning

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-Troye
I heard the front door to my apartment open and close. I knew it was Connor, he was the only one who had a key to here except me.

"Hey babe, I'm home", I heard his voice

"Fuck", I mumbled from where I stood in the bathroom. My hands held a tight grip on the sides of the sink and my eyes stated as if glued to the small line of white powder on the sink.

"Where are you?", said Connor, as happy as usual.

"In the bathroom, I'll be out soon", I yelled, throwing a quick look over to the bathroom door to make sure it was locked so that Connor wouldn't notice what I was doing.

"Okay, honey"

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck", I whispered as I shoved the powder down the sink and turned the water on.

"Fuck off", I whispered. Cocaine wasn't the cheapest thing to get in LA.

I washed the sink twice to make sure I left no clues for him to find. Since I told him I was on the toilet I flushed it and then took a deep breath before leaving the room.

"I bought us some soup", Connor smiled at me as I entered the kitchen. I tried to smile back at him, though I was not in the mood right now.

I glared at the plastic bag he held, which contained the jar of soup.

"What's up, honey?", asked Connor, giving me a concerned look whilst putting down the soup on my kitchen table.

"Nothing, I'm just... tired", I said, an excuse I'd used too many times already.

"What do you say about putting on a movie and just cuddling?", Connor asked with a small smile.

The truth was that I wanted him to leave, I wanted to get high and forget this feeling of being empty of feelings.

But I knew deep down that the only drug that kept me higher was Connor. He was what I needed to inject right now.

"Sure, sounds great", I sighed, giving him a smile back. He put his arms around me.

"Why don't you go pick out a movie while I cook the soup?", he asked.

"But I'm not hungry!", I complained, just like everyday.

"I know you're not, just like I know you're tired. But you need to eat! Maybe it'll make you feel better?"

Yeah, right

I loved Connor for trying, for not giving up on me. But it wouldn't make me get better, I was sure it wouldn't.

"Okay", I mumbled as I walked to my living room and sat down in my sofa. I picked up the remote and went straight to Netflix.

There wasn't long before I had picked a movie that seemed okay, and Connor sat down beside me after placing the bowls of soup on the coffee table in front of us.

That cuddle he talked about never happened and I zoned out after ten minutes of watching the movie. I stared out of the window, on the raindrops falling on it.

"I'm gonna use the bathroom real quick", Connor told me and stood up.

"Do so", I answered, not turning my head towards him. The raindrops got more of my attention than he did.

I didn't even notice that he was away until he came back, holding something in his hand.

"Troye what the fuck is this?!", he yelled. My attention was by then all directed towards him. The way he said it had scared me, he never cursed.

His hand which held a small plastic bag containing a white powder. A small plastic bag I apparently forgot to hide.

"Connor it's not...", I started to say, but I didn't know how to continue. 'It's not what you think it is'? It was completely what he thought it was!

"Troye, don't even say anything", he said calmly. "Don't you even dare deny this"

"Connor, I...", he cut me off.

"Troye, I know what this is. Do you think I'm stupid? Of course I knew there was something going on, for weeks I've known", he said as I took two steps closer to where I sat.

"You knew?"

"Of course I noticed!", he sat down beside me in the sofa.

"Why didn't you do anything until now?"

"Because I didn't want to make you feel bad or anything, but now when I saw this in your bathroom I couldn't ignore the obvious any longer!"

I couldn't say anything, and maybe there was no words expected from me because Connor kept talking.

"Troye, you're not feeling good, and I want to help you"

"Troye?", I asked, the detail made me panic.

"What?", Connor seemed confused.

"You said 'Troye', you never call me by my name, you're always calling me 'Babe' or 'Honey' or something like that", I didn't know why I was acting so weird over something as lame as that, but it was the only thing I could focus on. And focusing on that instead of dealing with my problems was what kept me sane.

"Babe, I'm sorry, but please let me help you?", he said as softly as he could.

I nodded, my eyes wide open.

"C'mere", he said as he pulled me into his arms.

"We're gonna fix this, I promise", he whispered.