Tronnor Oneshots

Trouble

Connor was the bad boy. The boy all girls chased after. The boy all boys wished they were. The boy who wore nothing but black and got in trouble. In short, he was a badass. But, when it came to his boyfriend Troye, he was another person. Troye saw the kind and caring boy behind the "badass" mask. Troye saw the boy who would stay up for hours listening to Troye's worries and comfort him. Troye saw the boy who stood up for the ones he loved. Troye saw his Connor.
"He's bad for you." Troye's friends would say. But he didn't listen, because he knew that wasn't true. But today, Connor had gotten in trouble. A lot of trouble. The kind of trouble that makes you consider never going home. The kind of trouble that leaves your boyfriend upset.
"What were you thinking Con!? Punching that kid!?" Troye said as he paced the floor of his bedroom.
"You heard what he called you! You think I was going to let him get away with that?" Connor tried to explain the reasoning behind his actions. But Troye was having none of it.
"That doesn't mean you go and punch him in the face!" He said, stopping in the middle of the floor.
"Look, i'm sorry alright. I'm sorry I stood up for you." Connor huffed, sitting back in his chair. "Excuse me for caring about you." He looked down, avoiding Troye's eyes. There was a heavy silence in the room. Neither of them knowing what to say. Connor stood up and wrapped his arms around Troye's waist, leaning his forehead against the younger boys. Troye closed his eyes and sighed.
"You know that's not what I meant." He whispered. "I just worry about you sometimes." Troye said softly. Connor chuckled lightly and Troye looked at him, confused.
"You don't need to worry about me baby." He said quietly, leaning up and kissing Troye's forehead.
"Well I do." He said, looking up into Connor's gorgeous green eyes. "I don't want you to get excluded and forced to goto boarding school or something." He said, still whispering his words.
"I wont, and even if I did, we'd still see each other, i'd make sure of that." He smiled. Troye shook his head and buried his face in Connor's shoulder.
"I don't want to even think about you leaving." He said, slightly muffled by Connor's shoulder. Connor shook his head and pulled Troye closer.
"Me neither." He sighed, content in the moment. Troye giggled slightly and Connor looked at him, confused.
"You know, it's funny, everyone thinks you're this big, scary bad boy. I just wish they could see the Connor I see. Because I like my Connor more than the "bad boy" Connor." He said, bringing his hand up and stroking Connor's cheek lightly. Connor didn't know what to say to that. So he just blushed and smiled down at the beautiful blue eyed boy. Troye pulled away slightly and looked up into Connor's eyes.
"So are we okay?" Connor asked. Troye nodded before pecking Connor's lips.
"Of course we are." He whispered. He leant his head on Connor's chest and closed his eyes, smiling slightly.
"CONNOR JOEL FRANTA GET DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!" They jumped at the sound of Connor's mother shouting up the stairs. They looked at each other and laughed.
"You're so dead." Troye giggled. Connor didn't argue he just simply nodded.
"Yup."

I don't know what that was I just write that randomly... Don't judge me.
Thank you for reading! ~amazingphillove