Traffic Lights ✓(tronnor)

7. Don't tell Connor ♡

'Wait, I gotta use the bathroom real quick' Connor says and he lets go of my hand. 'Stay here' he tells me and he runs towards the public bathroom at the end of the corridor of the mall that we're in. We are on our way to meet Tyler, we were lucky that he could reschedule. I look around, People are walking past each other, It's like there is a little cloud covering everyone's head. Everyone is walking and talking on their own little cloud, their own little world to live in. And all those worlds live next to each other, but solidarity is far from found. I know what this is, this is all an act! These people are actors and supposed to give me a message. But nobody is looking at me? Maybe I should go and get the message myself. With that thought in mind I walk up to the first person I see, a middle-aged man with a bandana tied around his neck. I make eye contact ' Excuse me sir, I'm here for the message' I say with big eyes, I wobble on my feet a bit. The man frowns 'What message?'.  I snigger, 'the one that you're supposed to give me? Is there a magic password or something?' I joke and I roll my eyes. The man doesn't get it and stares at me awkwardly. 'No..? okay..' I state and I move on to the next person. 'Excuse me, do you have my message?' I ask. The woman frowns 'No, I don't think so..' she says, completely caught off guard, she then speeds away quickly. 'Does anyone have my message?' I ask loudly, I know at least 20 people heard it. They all stare at me weirdly, I don't like people staring at me. Especially not like that, like I'm some animal they're studying. Or like I'm the odd one out. Or that one shy person in class who hates it to be randomly picked but for some reason teachers always pick them. One guy in particular is annoying me, I decide to walk up to him. He's wearing a grey trench coat and has dark brown curly hair. His brown eyes match with his pants. As soon as he notices me coming his face grows gloomy, probably because of the facial expression I'm throwing him. ' Don't look at me like that!' I exclaim. His forehead creases and he scratches his chin  'Dude, calm down' he says and he tries to lay his hand on my shoulder. I immediately step back 'Don't touch me!' I scream. I turn around and meet eyes with some people that have gathered in front of me, like they are afraid to pass. 'Does anyone here have my message?!' I yell, 'I forgot my script, I don't know how it goes!' I add. People just stare, no reaction, bad extras. My hand forms a fist, my eye twitches. Well, if these people won't help, maybe those outside will. I run through the mall and speed outside. I stop at the first person I see, he is holding a piece of paper. My eyes light up,  My message! I feel a satisfying tingling in my stomach. 'Okay, I'm here. Ready to get my message' I exclaim and I snatch the piece of paper from the guy's hands. 'What the..' he utters and he looks at me strangely. My face grows gloomy as I see that the paper isn't a message for me. I hand it back again and walk away with a sad face. I then see a group of girls standing outside Starbucks, they are looking on their phones and giggling. I approach them, I put on a friendly face, I can't mess up again. 'Hey there..'I say. The girls look up, they look at each other to non-verbally decide which one of them is going to talk. 'Hi,' a blonde one eventually says. 'Hi.. I came here to..' 'OMG! you're Troye Sivan!' one interrupts me. I look at her nervously. 'Who.. I just came to get my message' I utter. I see that she's still holding her phone. I snatch it from her hand. Someone just texted her, my message! 'uhm.. Troye..' she utters and she attempts to snatch it back. I turn away from her and call the person who's been texting her and walk away. 'What the hell?!' she yells. A man who witnessed it all steps in and grabs my shoulders. 'Sir, give the girl her phone back' he demands. I gaze into his eyes with a vague stare.. I take a deep breath and sigh. I then raise one eyebrow; 'No'. a sneaky grin covers my face. The man sighs.   'Hello this is robert' the person on the other line speaks. The man doesn't even hesitate and he throws me on the ground. 'OUCH!' I scream as my back hits the cold tiles. He snatches the phone and hangs up, he then attempts to call 911 'I'll call the police'he says. I don't have the energy to respond. My denim bomber jacket is all dirty now because of him, I won't talk to him. 'No, No, that is completely unnecessary, I'm sorry for my friend here. He's having a tough time lately' I hear a nervously speaking Tyler Oakley. I sit straight up. 'Tyler?' I say, with a dead gaze to the ground. The man shrugs and hands the phone back to the girl. He then proceeds to walk away. Tyler grabs my hands and pulls me up. I stagger. 'Troye what happened?' he asks as he moves me to the side of the pavement. I then seem to wake up from whatever trance I was trapped in. I just gaze at him. 'I.. don't know' I utter as I see red traffic lights appearing everywhere. Tyler tilts his head. 'Troye...?' ha asks. He knows me well enough to know that I do know. My hands start shaking. 'Just.. don't tell Connor okay?' I ask with a trembling voice. Tyler moves closer. 'Why?' he asks softly. 'He already has enough to worry about.' I whisper, my eyes welling up. I am again, an emotional wreck.  Tyler nods his head. I then can't help but fall into his arms and hug him, really tightly. 'Cute' I hear a familiar, rustic, low voice. Shit.