internet friends | tronnor au

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songs:
the beach - by the neighbourhood
wild - by troye sivan

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Throughout the whole day, I pretty much just stayed in my room. I got up a few times to use the bathroom and eat, etc but I didn't want to stay disconnected from my phone if Troye sent me a message or something to notify me that he was awake. 

Maybe I need to dial it down a bit, I know.

But I couldn't help to miss the blue eyed boy that always put a smile on my face. Even if we only had one conversation and it lasted almost an hour. 

Yeah, I need to dial it down.

It was currently 10:16pm and I was curled up in an ocean of sheets on my bed, blasting music from my headphones and scrolling through Twitter. Once I noticed what the time was, I sighed to myself. Looks like I'm pulling another all-nighter for the one millionth time this year. 

It wasn't because of Troye, I just never have the ability to sleep on the weekends. 

Okay, maybe Troye was apart of the reason too. 

Pulling myself out of my thoughts, I pause my music and yank out my headphones, flipping myself over so that I was laying on my back. I stare up at the ceiling and let out a soft huff in frustration. 

"Life is overrated," I whisper to myself, slowly shutting my eyes and taking in a breath. I breathe out slowly and feel my chest fall and rise back up again quickly. 

Before I knew it, a wave of tiredness flew over me and I was quickly sent into a deep sleep. 

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I was awoken by the sound of my phone vibrating violently against my head. 

What the fuck?

I let out a groan in frustration and turn on my side, snatching my phone in front of me and letting the bright light coming from my phone blind me. Once my vision adjusted to the bright light, I notice what time it was.

1:06am.

You have to be fucking kidding me.  

I unlock my phone, the Twitter app popping up instantly. Remembering that I forgot to exit the app and that I pretty much passed out, I sigh to myself and notice that I had an unopened DM.

Troye.

The first thing that popped into my mind was his name. Him. He was probably awake already and waiting for me to answer. Shit.

I quickly click on the little message icon and sure enough, it was him. I click on our messages and scroll through every message he sent me. 

"Jesus Christ," I breathe out softly, amazed that he actually spammed me. Damn boy.

troyesivan18:

11:39pm: hey connor :) 

11:40pm: okay so i realize it's probably like one in the morning in cali and i'm so sorry that i didn't text you sooner. i had to do a few important things today and some of those important things involved my sister and well let's just say she basically dragged me to the mall and everywhere else she could

11:43pm: you're probably asleep rn but i hope you wake up sooooon 

11:50pm: connorrrrrr

11:50pm: yooooo

11:51pm: i just googled it and it's currently 11pm in cali rn wAKE THE FUCK UP