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Seven

Troye's pov:

"Well I'll see you tonight okay? I'll be back soon," Sawyer says sweetly and kisses my cheek. I give him a fake smile and nod wanting more than anything to wipe his kiss off of me.

"Okay. I'll be waiting," I say. Sawyer grins and leans down to kiss my lips. I pull back and thankfully he doesn't notice my distaste.

"Bye kitten," he says pulling on his leather jacket then walking out the door. I sigh in relief and wipe my lips with the back of my hand. The faint taste of cigarettes lingering. I look at the clock. 11:24. Connor said he meet me down the street at 11:40. It gave me time to take a quick shower and pick out clothes that I bought but Sawyer didn't let me wear. He only let me wear the clothes he bought me that were tight and according to him made me look sexy. I hated it. All of it.

So for today I just wore some regular skinny jeans and a loose shirt. My hair dried and the only thing I could do at this point was just push it to the side. Or at least tried to. It just flopped back to the front rather than staying where I wanted. It was almost 12:40 so I didn't have time to do anything else. Grabbing a sweater I walk out the door and out of the apartment building. I feel nervous as I walk down the street and everyone I pass by I feel as if they're spying on me or know Sawyer and are going to tell him what I'm doing.

But my uneasiness goes away when I see Connor standing at the street corner looking around with his phone in hand. His eyes land on me and a smile appears on his face while I try to fight back mine. We walk towards each other and meet half way. We don't say anything and the first thing he does is pulls me into a hug. Happiness erupts inside of me like a volcano and I smile into his neck. "Hey," he finally says as we pull back. A goofy grin on his face.

"Hey," I reply back and he chuckles. Then he pulls me in for a kiss and knowing that I'm still close to my apartment makes me nervous and I pull back. This can't be a date. As much as the thought of going on one with Connor makes me happy, it can't be. Nothing can happen between us. Sawyer would never allow it and I don't want Conner to get hurt. I don't want to get hurt.

"We can't," I say and Connor's smile drops. "This isn't date. We're just going out as friends, okay?" I say and he looks at me with confusion until he nods, with a sad smile.

"Alright," he says softy and grabs my hand. I'm about to protest but he smiles at me with his boyish smile.

"Friends can hold hands, right?" He asks and I shake my head but smile fondly.

"Yeah."

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We end up just walking around town hand in hand. And although it's not a date I still enjoy being out with him outside of the club. It's literally a fresh of breath air and I wish I could do this everyday.

He takes me to a small ice cream shop and let's me pick all the toppings I want. Then he takes me to an arcade, which I haven't been to since I was back in Perth and a wave of nostalgia hits me. I remember my parents and my siblings that I haven't talked to in a long time and have probably forgotten all about me. I wouldn't blame them. They told me not to come to L.A. But of course I didn't listen. After the people told me they didn't want me I couldn't face my family. I didn't want to be ridiculed more than I already was so I decided not go back home. I realize now how stupid I was.

Connor must've sensed that I wasn't paying attention and was lost in my own world because he held my hand and dragged me to a game that involved hitting moles with a plastic hammer. Smiling he puts two tokens in the machine and it lights up, moles appearing and then disappearing quickly. "You're supposed to whack them, not stare at them like a cute puppy," Connor laughs and I can't help but blush from him calling me cute. Biting my lip I swing the hammer and hit a mole dead on and then I do it again.

And soon a game meant for six year olds turns into my own form of stress relief and anger management. Five rounds later, I broke out a sweat and my arms were sore. It was worth it though. Setting down the hammer in its place, I brush back my hair and see Connor leaning against the machine with a fond look on his face. "What?" I ask. Connor shakes his head with a laugh.

"Nothing," he says and before I can question him further on his phone rings and he quickly answers it. "Hello?" He asks and then his eyebrows furrow in confusion and then his eyes widen with worry. He hangs up and grabs my hand and leads me out of the arcade.

"What's wrong?"

"My son is sick," he says. My jaw drops at his words. He has a son?

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A/N: Oh lord what is this chapter? I know it sucked and it wasn't what I was planning and it's not edited and it's really late but here you guys go.

There will maybe be an update tomorrow or Sunday because I'll be depressed since Troye is performing in Portland tomorrow and I was going to go but then things changed and I want to cry. I just want to see my baby!

Whatever, I'll just write fanfic to fill the hole in my heart.

Bye.