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2.2

"so, why did you want me to call you?" connor asked his boyfriend. it still felt so weird calling troye the label, maybe it was because they were best friends before they started dating and now they flirt non stop and tell each other that they love one another. he scratched the tip of his nose with his fingers.

"i wanted to tell you something but i thought i should tell you face to face. i want to see your reaction." troye answered, resting his chin in both hands as he waited for connor to ask what it was. he couldn't hold what he wanted to say much longer.

"what is it? did something happen? are you okay? are you getting a shot? i hate shots, those -- god, they give me the chills just thinking about it. anyway, what is it?" connor rambled, acting like he didn't say anything before that. he was laying in bed, tangled in the covers. as he waited for troye's response, he watched as his hand laid so perfectly. he grabbed his phone quickly and took a couple pictures.

"are you done?" troye chuckled, raising an eyebrow as he smiled at his boyfriend, his pearly white teeth showing.

"yep." connor said, popping the 'p'. "now tell what was so important that you wanted to skype me?"

"what i wanted to talk about today is..green screen paint." troye spoke, obviously teasing and trying to push connor's buttons.

"oh my god, you need to be stopped." connor laughed, throwing his head back. he brought his head back and his eyes met with troye's and the pale boy swore that his heart melted. "troye! what did you want to tell me you asshat?"

"okay, okay. you see, i'm sort of going to america and as a matter of fact, i'm going to LA." troye said as he tried to bite back a smile which miserably failed.

"what?! troye! i thought that wasn't till next fall?" connor exclaimed, his eyes widening.

"this is true. but, i sort of got this kind of plane ticket to LA from my parents for three weeks so i can get used to the place before i actually move there for school." troye smiled, loving how excited connor looked. "and i was kind of hoping that you could --"

"you are staying here with me! i will pick you up from the airport, let you live with me for three weeks and show you around LA. it'll be perfect." connor interrupted, his eyes glowing and shining. it was probably the light coming from his laptop but troye refused to believe that.

"that sounds great. let me see when i leave, hold on." troye muttered as he reached over to the end of his desk he was sitting at. his fingers slid the envelope which held his plane ticket and he opened it quickly. "it says that i leave next week on tuesday at one am. holy shit, that's early."

"and i will be there to pick you up." connor grinned, showing his teeth and closing his eyes.

"you're cute." troye chuckled, leaning towards the camera and rubbing his jaw. he licked his lips and glanced at connor as he let his hand continue to rub his jaw.

"holy fuck."

"what?"

"you looked like a model when you did that. what the hell? don't do that." connor gasped, reaching his hand to his collar bone and let his finger nails scratch at the spot where it was itching.

"i do not, what are you talking about?" troye rolled his eyes, his friends used to tell him things like that and he never saw why. he may have done and positioned the way models do for photoshoots, but he never considered himself to look like one.

"troye?"

"yeah?"

"are we going to kiss when you're here?"

"that's what i was planning."

"troye?"

"yeah?"

"i love you a lot."

"i love you a lot, connor."

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This story is all fluff if you didn't catch the vibe. So, no drama. I may add some just to make it more interesting. I have no clue when I'm going to end this story. Maybe at thirty or thirty five chapters? Maybe forty if I'm feeling crazy!!!

Let me know your thoughts :)

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