DISCLAIMER: I did not write this story, I've merely altered it into a Tronnor story. I claim no ownership over it at all. The original Little Numbers, written for the Glee fandom, can be found under the user iknowitainteasy on Livejournal.
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Connor
Troye
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Sun 21 Dec (8:30am)
Troye?
(8:45)
Good morning, Connor.
(8:46)
Hi. :)
(8:48)
It's really early.
(8:50)
Is it?
(8:51)
Maybe. Bradshaw and I like early when it comes to Central Park Sundays. I like the quiet and he likes the fresh snow.
(8:53)
So... I wanted to say something. No, wait. Did I wake you up??
(8:55)
It's fine.
(8:56)
I did, didn't I?
(8:59)
Not really, no. It's okay.
(8:59)
What did you want to say?
(9:01)
Just... I really think it doesn't get better than yesterday. Maybe you should stop, because there's no way you can beat that.
(9:02)
Why would I want to beat my own treats?
(9:03)
Do you want me to stop?
(9:05)
No. Never.
(9:07)
But maybe I thought about the fact that this will end on Christmas, and if it has to end, why shouldn't it end with that perfect Saturday?
(9:09)
Who says it has to end?
(9:10)
Well, this was all about making me like Christmas, wasn't it?
(9:11)
It didn't start out that way.
(9:12)
Think about the coffee, for example – there will always be coffee.
(9:14)
'Always'. Be careful with your words. ;)
(9:14)
I am.
(9:16)
Okay, good. Because there'll always be room for coffee in my life.
(9:19)
Are you still in NYC?
(9:20)
Yes, but I'm leaving tomorrow.
(9:21)
And you're still staying?
(9:21)
Yes.
(9:22)
Are you... I mean, will you... What are your plans for Christmas?
(9:25)
Will I be alone? No.
(9:25)
I'm having dinner at a friend's house on Christmas Eve.
(9:26)
And then?
(9:29)
And then on Christmas morning, I will walk the dog. I will come home and warm up and open the presents that my parents remembered to send my way. I will sit down in front of my non-existent fireplace, read a book and drink some tea. (Yes, I do drink tea.) And then I'll walk the dog again, because Mr Donovan (that's my neighbor) isn't really good with the snow these days and "You keep forgetting that I've got a bad leg and a bad back, Connor Joel, and compared to me you're basically a toddler." And then, I will go to bed.
(9:31)
Connor Joel?
(9:32)
He demanded to know my middle name when we first met and he's called me that ever since. I tried to make him stop, but he's stubborn like that.
(9:33)
Mmh.
(9:33)
Connor?
(9:34)
Yes?
(9:35)
Did I cheer you up at all?
(9:36)
Maybe it was naïve of me to think that I could change anything with stupid little missions.
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Little Numbers (tronnor remake)
FanfictionAU: Connor sends a text message to a wrong number by accident. Things progress from there. (note, this fic has been modified from an original Glee fic, and is not my own work)
