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by allforlams

by allforlams

Connors P.O.V

"Hey, Connah?" I heard Troye call out my name as we sat on the hood of his jeep, looking down on the buzzing city of LA. "Yes?" I look at him curiously. "D-did you really mean what you said in your c-coming out video?" He stuttered, obviously embarrassed by his question. I chuckled, "yeah." "Even the part where you said that you liked someone?" He asked. "Yeah.." I trailed off, scratching the back of my neck. "Who?" "Well, um, they're n-not from here." I told him, which was true. They weren't from here...but they did recently move in...

I smiled nervously. "We should be getting back. I don't want your parents to worry about you." I nodded my head in agreement and hopped off of the hood and climbed into the jeep. He put the top on the car and then climbed in.

We were going down the high way, about 20 minutes away from our neighbourhood.
See. He's not like you. He's not gay. You might as well throw away any feelings you had for him. Yes he's cute. Yes he's a great guy. But he's not gay, Connor. I thought to myself, allowing a frown to appear on my face. "Connah?" Troye chimes in. "Are you okay?" He asks with a worried expression on his face. "I'm fine. I'm still just a little bit sore." I lied. "Okay..." He didn't seem to believe me, "I'm just making sure."

I groan as we turn into our small neighbourhood. "What?" Troye questions. "I don't wanna go home." I whine. "Then where do you want to go?" "I've already shown you my favorite place," I look at him, "now it's your turn." He nods and turns around.

We pull into a small pizzeria. "Your favorite place is a pizzeria." He looks at me, acting offended, putting his hand over his heart and gasping. "This is not just any pizzeria. This place serves salads too." We both laugh and walk in. We order a medium pepperoni pizza and are sitting in a booth. The small building is quiet, and not as busy as it would've been an hour ago.

I take a bite of my pizza and look out the window next to us. I wince in pain as I swallow. "Con, are you alright?" Troye asks. "I'm fine. Like I said, just sore." He looks at me and sighs.

We finish our pizza and tip the waiter. "C'mon. Let's go home." Troye says, getting up tiredly. "Okay." I yawn, too exhausted to argue.

I thank Troye for what he did and for tonight, then I went inside, changed and laid in bed for a little while.
I don't know why, but everything feels wrong now. I thought. The only thing that feels okay, is him, and I don't even know him that well. I sighed aloud and looked at my ceiling, slowly drifting to sleep.

*Troyes P.O.V*
This is so fucked up and wrong. I don't want this to happen. Right when ever I begin to actually find someone, they tell me this? Why does this have to happen. I think as I curl up in bed, muffling sobs into my pillow, careful not to wake anyone. I don't want to leave.

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I'm alive guys. I know. Shocker. IM SO SORRY. I've been super busy but I'm planning. FOR A TRILOGY. It's called "SUBURBIA" the three books in it are as follows.
HEAVEN
EASE
FOOLS
I really hope that you guys will like it. It'll come out as soon as For Him is finished. Much love.

~Jay<3