angel ; tronnor

"not enough pretty"

There he was, standing a few feet in front of himself, staring into those ugly eyes he has hated for years. He blinked before shifting the gaze a little lower, lingering over the pale skin in his reflection, and oh how he despised it.

All he saw was ugly, nothing more and nothing less. Just simply ugly. He couldn't see anything else about himsef apart from how pale and gross he looked.

His collarbones where too defined.

His ribs where showing too much.

It almost looked as if you could stroke your fingertips up and down, playing a tune on them like an xylophone.

His stomach was too pale, thighs too thin, too many bruises, too much bones, so much ugly.

Not enough pretty.

And this my dear friends, is why Troye Sivan Mellet wears skirts.

Because if he can't be pretty then he sure as hell will put something pretty on him.

Troye was currently getting ready for his date with Connor. He wasn't exactly sure if he should call it a date or not but he did it anyways.

He had previously just gotten out of the shower and was getting dressed infount of the old mirror in his room, getting distracted by the ugly reflection he was greeted with.

The boy sighed, quickly looking away from the ugly reflection he saw in the glass. It was the next morning, he had caught the train home from that stupid hotel.

He snapped out of it eventually and walked over to his bed where his outfit lay upon the soft duvet neatly folded.

He picked up some white lace underwear, slipping them on before putting on the matching thigh highs and a pink skirt, followed by a light yellow cropped shirt.

He was now ready to go.

Before he was about to enter his car, he got a phone call.

"Hello."

"Hello, Troye. I seem to have forgotten to tell you were we are meeting." Connors smooth voice came through the phone. Troye didn't even realise this until now.

"Ah, yes! So Connor, we're should we meet?"

"I was thinking about walking down to the cat cafe, as I'm only around the block, is that fine with you?"

"Yes, perfect! see you soon." He said quickly hanging up, putting his phone back in his pocket before straitening his skirt and driving down the streets.

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"Ah, don't you just look lovely," Connor trailed of, walking up to Troye who had previously walked into the cat cafe.

"Your curly hair," The boy with forest eyes whispered, tangling one of his fingers through Troyes hair.

"Your face, your neck, your body," Each body part that Connor named, he would lightly carese it, not in a sexual way, more in an admiration way.

"Connor..." Troye trailed of, feeling a little strange.

Strange because he saw so much different through his eyes compared to Connors.

Connors wrong, he's lying, Troye thought to himself.

Connor trailed his fingers down one of Troyes arms, coming to a stop at his hand, grasping it and leading him to a table.

Connor ordered a coffee, Troye ordered ice tea.

"Your very interesting, ya know?" Connor said before taking a sip of his drink, Troyes eyebrows furrowed in confusion.