The Green-Eyed Boy // Tronnor

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When the beeping of the timer sounds, Connor smiles. "They're ready!" The kitchen smelled good, because you could now smell the cupcakes.

"Do you have frosting?" Troye inquires as he bends down to grab the tray. He had two oven mitts on, but he could still feel the heat as he set it on top of the stove.

"I believe so," he says, before searching his kitchen a bit.

He finds the frosting after a few minutes. "I do!" He gives the frosting to Troye.

He grins and grabs two knives, handing one to Connor. Troye begins to frost them, humming a song he was in the process of writing.

Connor takes a knife and dips it in some frosting, frosting the cupcakes as well. He can hear Troye humming something. "What song is that?"

"A song," he answers sassily before going back to his humming.

Connor nods. "I see," he replies, still frosting the cupcakes. "But what song?"

"One with words." Troye was fluent in sarcasm, because it brought him joy to mess with people from time to time.

Connor nodded. He then dips his finger in the frosting, wiping it onto Troye's face. He giggled.

Troye sticks his tongue out and slowly licks it, making eye contact with Connor the entire time.

"Stop looking at me when you do it," he says, giggling. "You're making it look sort of dirty."

Troye finishes licking the frosting off his face before he goes back to frosting his cupcakes. "My entire existence is just one big dirty joke."

"True," he says in agreement, fighting back a smile. He continues to frost cupcakes.

When they finally finished frosting them, Troye picks up a cupcake and bites into it. "Mm. Very good," he says after he swallows.

"I'm surprised they didn't flop. Usually any new recipe I try to attempt flops in some way," Connor says. "Are they really good though, or are they just very good?"

"I did most of the work anyways," he joked. "Besides, I'm sure that's not entirely true." He hands Connor a new cupcake, wiggling his eyebrows as he did.

"Well, it's somewhat true," he says, taking the cupcake. He giggles a bit when Troye wiggles his eyebrows. "You tend to do that a lot," he says, before he bites into the cupcake. "Holy shit these are good."

He shrugs when Connor says they're really good. "Not as good as my mum's. I could never master baking like her."

Finishing off his cupcake, he dashes off and returns with his guitar. "I've been writing a song."

He shrugs as well. Connor smiles after he finishes his own cupcakes just moments later.

"Have you?" He said, throwing away the wrapper from the cupcake.

Troye nods and grabs his hand, leading Connor into the living room. He releases it and sits down cross-legged on the single person chair, beginning to play the opening lines.

When he gets to the part where the lyrics comes in, he begins singing. "In the crowd alone, and every second passing reminds me I'm not whole..."

Connor sits down on the couch, facing Troye. He waited, getting a bit excited when he began to actually start playing. Connor bit his lip, listening as Troye sang.

A few minutes later when he was finished, Connor just smiled widely. "That was great," he says softly.

"Maybe, but did you get the message behind it? Because the message is one of the most important parts of an artist's work," he prompted, wondering what Connor thought. Troye was happy that he liked it, but the response didn't tell him much else besides the fact that it was enjoyable.

Connor nods a bit. "Yes. I listened. I heard and got the message behind it," he said. He had indeed listened closely to Troye's song - he did with many songs. And he definitely got the message.

Troye got up to go put the guitar away, making sure the camera was set up so he could film later. It took him awhile because of the cords.

"Fucking pieces of shit," he mumbled as he tried to untangle them.

When Troye left the room, Connor exhaled a small breath, his smile fading a bit. His happy expression dropped a little as well. The meaning behind his song wasn't necessarily the happiest of messages or meanings.

He notices it takes a while for Troye to return, he walks to where he had headed, curious.

He's still sitting on the floor untangling some wires when Connor comes in.

"Can I just throw something against the wall? Because this is so frustrating," he whines.

"No, please don't," Connor says, walking over. "Here, let me help you." He sits by Troye, helping him untangle all the wires. "I don't even understand how the cords tangle this much. Like I'll wrap them as neatly as I can, and then the next time I go to use them, the wires are completely messed up and in knots! I don't understand it," he says, shaking his head.

Troye turns his head away from Connor just in time, because he sneezes and it sounds like a kitten. He sniffles a bit and goes back to the tedious task of untangling all of the wires and cords. "It's magical," he concluded.

Connor hears Troye's sneeze, which sounds like a kitten's sneeze. He smiles. "That sounded like a kitten. That was so cute," he said, continuing to struggle to untangle the cords. "Probably. Or there's some sort of cord demon that hates cords and tangles them all before you use them."

Troye sneezes a few more times before he jumps up and runs out of the bedroom, making a beeline for the bathroom.

When he gets there, he promptly throws up whatever he had recently eaten. "Oh god, I think I'm sick," he says slowly as he uses some water to wash out his mouth.

"Oh shit," he says quietly, his smile fading. He goes over as soon as he hears Troye throwing up. He gives a small pouty lip when Troye rinses his mouth out. "Awh, poor Troye-boy," he says. "Don't worry, I'll make sure you get better!"

Troye puts his elbows on the counter and laces his fingers together, resting his head against his hands. "I have to film, though. I promised them a video by tomorrow." He coughed a bit and stood up, going back to the bedroom and shakily sitting down by the cords once more.

"But Troye, you're sick. Just tell them you he said gently, following him back to the room. "I feel like you should get better before you do anything else," he says as he bites his lip.

He shakes his head and finally finishes untangling the wires and cords. "I'll be fine. I don't want to disappoint them," he states, grabbing his guitar. Troye may not have a large fanbase, but he really cares about the one he has.

Connor sighs a bit. 'At least I tried,' he thinks to himself. "Fine. But promise me that after this you'll rest up. I want you to get better," he says. "Please just promise me that."

"I promise that after I film it I'll rest. 'M a bit sleepy anyways." He turns the camera on and introduced himself, playing a cover of a song he had been listening to a lot.

Connor nods, simply responding with, "Okay, good." He listens as Troye films.

A/N: Yay, a chapter! I had no clue where to end it because it was getting really long. So yeah Cx