Troye was absolutely aggravated. His red swim trunks barely stayed on his hips, and his scrawny body seemed out of place against the muscular swimmers. He looked as white as the paint on the walls, and he desperately wanted to drown himself in the pool.
But a light grip was set on his shoulder. One that belonged to his dad. "Come on Troye, this is a great way to make guy friends!"
Troye looked at his father like he was crazy, furrowing his eyebrows. "You think trying to swim in oversized trunks is the golden ticket to guy friends?" It was true, guys were nonexistent in Troyes life. Sure, his parents knew that Troye bat for the other team. But hanging out with people that shared the same traits as him were easier to talk to. And talking to muscular straight guys that spend their days swimming would not be easy.
Troye's dad only chuckled. "Give it a chance, maybe you'll like it here." Troye only rolled his eyes.
"You're only doing this because mom's making me." Troye countered, "And you don't want to go against her."
Troye's dad hesitated, before rolling his eyes and patting Troye on the back. "Whatever. I'll pick you up at 6, okay?"
Troye's eyes widened, he didn't want to stay in this wet place for three hours. How could he even swim? The red trunks couldn't even stay on him on land, he could only imagine what would happen if he jumped in the water. And nothing good would come out of it, except of course, if anyone desired to see any of that.
"3 hours?!" Troye exclaimed, his eyes almost bulging out of his eye sockets. "You can't leave me here—"
But Troye's dad flashed a small smile, before turning around and walking away. Leaving a very frustrated Troye. What was he going to do now? Obviously, the practice hasn't begun. People were starting to arrive. So being the sneaky boy Troye was, he pulled out his Polaroid camera he stashed in his duffle bag. The camera his mom thought was no where near beneficial to his future. But Troye thought otherwise.
Troye quickly walked across the damp floor, careful not to slip on the tiles and drop his camera. The last thing he wanted to do was bust his head open and ruin the one object he put all his work in.
Sitting cross legged on the floor, he took a picture of the water. He quickly grabbed the picture from the camera, waving the paper until the image was as vibrant as it could be. Troye sighed. The picture in his opinion, was absolutely boring. But nothing less, it was aesthetically pleasing. The water looked inanimate. The boring white walls made the picture even more bland. The only thing making the picture cute was the vibrant colour of the chlorine pool.
"This is bullshit," Troye cursed, walking all the way back to his duffle bag. He stuffed the camera and the photo in the bag, and stared at the pool in boredom. But he'd rather be doing this than swimming laps.
He flinched immediately when someone set a bag near him, and quickly looked up in annoyance. Troye's gaze immediately softened, as the boy he stared at didn't seem like someone he wanted to be rude to. And not the oh-im-so-tough-I'll-kill-you type of guy, but the I'm-a-cinnamon-roll-don't-hurt-me guy. But other than his wonderful almond eyes, the rest of his body wasn't very cinnamon roll-y. Hell, Troye could feel his cheeks turning red and insecurity rising up in his chest.
Being scrawny and pale, Troye possessed so many insecurities that he couldn't count. And looking up at a slightly tan attractive teen—with a six pack that Troye could swoon over—but he couldn't help but feel intimidated. And also that the boy's blue swim trunks actually fit him.
"Oh, I could always move my bag if you want, sorry if bothered—"
"Oh! No!" Troye interrupted, a burst of energy randomly surging through Troye. "I just was surprised, that's all." He said quickly.
The boy chuckled, and sat beside Troye. Troye immediately held his breath. He'd never been so close to an attractive boy before, who, looked really straight. "I'm Connor, by the way." Connor said, smiling at the frazzled boy.
"I'm Troye." Troye replied hastily. What were you suppose to say to attractive boys? Usually he listened to his friends talk about flirting. Didn't his friend Zoe say anything about being charming, and playing hard to get? Honestly he didn't know how she made that work. "I'm new, unwillingly." Troye continued.
"Hey, after a few practices you'll feel right at home here. Sounds weird, but it's true. I'll introduce you to everybody later." Connor replied, his eyes twinkling with excitement. What was with this boy and being so happy? Maybe this was how attractive guys were, who knows? Certainly not Troye.
"Let's hope so. My mom thinks I need guy friends." Troye responded, his tone slightly bitter. He'd rather be at home on his laptop instead of an indoor swimming pool. But Troye immediately held back his tongue. What was he thinking? He knew the boy for two minutes and he's already complaining about his life. He'd do that later when somehow they'd get close, which he didn't know how.
"Specifically guy friends?" Connor said confusingly, like he didn't understand. Of course he wouldn't, Troye thought. He was a straight boy.
"I'm gay, so... Guys don't really like being friends with me." Troye said awkwardly. He just randomly came out to Connor. Who was undeniably straight. Why did Troye have to possess the awkward trait?
Connor smiled brightly. Which was shocking, since Troye expected a reluctant look. "I figured. I mean, I get it. I'm into guys too," Connor said casually, making Troye widen his eyes.
"You're gay?" Troye said sceptically.
"Yeah, I am." Connor said.
"You don't seem like it. I mean, you're too—"
Connor rolled his eyes playfully. "Just because I'm not wearing a pink scarf or drooling over guys every few seconds, means I'm into girls." Connor told him, making Troye blush harder at this new information. And embarrassed from accidentally stereotyping Connor.
"I haven't actually met someone attractive and gay yet." Troye said absentmindedly. Not realising what he really said. Connor grinned, the smile reaching ear to ear.
"You think I'm attractive?" Connor gushed, making Troye scoff. Which wasn't very convincing, as Troye was tomato red from all the shit he said out loud. Now he couldn't even deny how gay and attracted he was to the boy he just met a few minutes ago.
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Sorry for the short chapter, it'll get bigger! Promise!
*don't mind the sexual innuendo*
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