pretty : tronnor

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connor's pov

my hands are very shaky as i pull up to troye's house. troye made me feel so strange. maybe i should've said no. this is not a good idea, connor.

i open the car door slowly after unseatbelting myself. it takes me a little bit to recollect my thoughts before heading to the door. i bring my fist up and press my knuckles against the door. the door opens only seconds after.

"hey connor! we can head up to my room if you'd like. do you want anything to drink?" troye stood there, the door in his hand, with a bright smile on his face. i was mesmerized at his beauty and failed to answer his question.

"connor? are you alright?" i quickly snap out of it and nod. he takes my hand, yes my hand, and leads me up a few flights of stairs. his house was very organized and smelled of syrup.

"your house smells incredible. a-and i love the inside. its beautiful." troye peeks behind his shoulder to smile at me. i could stare at his smile for years.

"here's my room. just sit on my bed and make yourself at home. i'll be right back. i'm going to let my mum know that you're here. would you like some water?"

"no thank you. don't be long, i get scared easily." i admit, and quite honestly i was already terrified. he flips the light switch on and runs down the hall. i decide to take advantage of the time and look around his room.

the walls were a very dark grey, almost black. he had little cacti scattered around the room. i didn't mean to be creept but of course being me i snooped through his drawers. i picked up a couple pairs of underwear, smiling at the stupid little patterns on them.

"are my underwear interesting, connor?" my cheeks turn bright crimson. i should've known he would come back. he probably thinks i'm nibby now.

"u-uh n-no! i was just- i - sorry." troye hands me a bottle of fiji water and plops down on his bed with a sigh. i debate whether i should stay standing, risk sitting next to him, or just sit on the floor. the floor seemed like the best choice.

"you can sit up here with me. trust me, i don't bite. besides, i would like to get to know you more."

troye's pov

everything started off really well until i started asking more personal questions. i hadn't thought about what his home life was like before asking about his parents. lets just say i shouldn't have done that.

"well troye, they are dead. i live with my aunt and uncle. they died in a car wreck a few years ago. its been tough, especially wity the way i dress. no one wants to be friends with me. i hate that." i could tell he was about to cry. his voice was a bit shaky and gis eyes got watery. i honestly didn't know what to do. my friends never cried. should i hug him?

"connor, its okay, really. if you need to cry, i'm here. i'll listen to you. i really am sorry. i shouldn't have asked about that. it was my fault." i scoot closer to him while gently wrapping my arms around him. he lays his head on my shoulder, letting a few tears out.

"its fine. its not your fault. you didn't know. i just feel so stupid for crying. i'm eighteen, i really shouldn't be crying." he attempts to laugh and just ends up bawling. i turn my knees towards him and cup his cheeks in my hands.

"connor please stop crying. its gonna be alright. i'm right here." for some odd reason i felt compelled to kiss him. i leaned in slowly but pulled away fast enough for him to not notice. i've never felt that way before. could i be bisexual? i've never thought about it before, mostly because marcus and i made fun of gay people. i don't think its wrong to be gay, its gross and stupid.

"w-were you going to kiss me troye?" my heart stops. connor had definitely noticed. i had no clue what to say to him. so instead of looking him in the eyes and answering, i put my head down and stared at his skirt. his fingers guided my chin up.

"troye? if i'm making you upset or mad or uncomfortable i can leave. i'm sorry." i shake my head at him. i just wish i could understand the feeling in my stomach.

"i think i was going to kiss you. but i'm not sure. i'm not gay, connor." he blushes slightly.

"c-could i kiss you? if you don't like it you can pull away." my heart starts racing so fast i feel like connor can see it. i nod my head. connor leans in and presses his lips against mine. we continue kissing softly for a while until my mum walks in.

"troye i wa- oh my god! um i'm sorry. did I interrupt something?" connor and I exchange a glance and shake our heads 'no'

"yeah, this is connor franta. my f-friend." she smiles widely and shakes his hand.

"well if there is anything i can get you, let me know! it was nice to meet you connor!" the very second she shuts the door connor pounces on me. his lips felt so soft against mine.

"c-connor. i think you should go."

"i'm sorry. i told you to pull away if you didn'f like it."

"thats the problem. i liked it too much."