•connors pov•
"connor! get down here! it's time for work!"
i groan, rolling off my bed into the pile of dirty clothes next to it. i try and stand but i fall back down to my knees; last night was rough. i was up until around 3:00am editing photos for my job, and here i am, on the floor, at 5:00am trying to get up for work.
after a good 20 minutes of contemplating my life decisions; i throw on some grey sweats and a white t-shirt and head to the bathroom.
after im done completing all my morning necessities; i practically trip my way down the stairs being greeted by my roommate, ricky.
"goodmorning! i made you some eggs with buttered toast, some hash browns, and a coffee to go! have a great day; ill be on my way."
and with that, ricky was out the door.
i mean i love ricky and all, but sometimes he can get a little TOO cheerful. i mean i get it, you always wanna be positive but sometimes i don't wanna wake up at 4:30am to watch the sunset, or stand in malls giving people random compliments.
it didn't take long until i realized i was going to be late, so i rushed out the door into the brisk cool air of springtime in los angeles, california.
5:47am, april 22nd
shit.
im gonna be late.
i started speedwalking, and i bet i looked funny because i was taking long strides considering i didn't wanna spill my coffee.
i was on twitter until i felt another human body smash into mine, and i really wasn't in the mood to have hot coffee all over my white t-shirt, be burned by the hotness of the beverage, and on top of all that, be late to work. so i snapped.
"really? you couldn't move out of the way or something? ugh; now my shirts all ruined. damn, people DO ruin everything" i tried to brush the drops of coffee of my shirt, only leaving brown stains behind however.
i looked up and the person, the very attractive person actually. he actually looked like he was in a rush, too.
he had these brown curls that plopped down into his forehead oh so perfectly, and these crystal blue eyes that somehow seemed to shine even through the guiltiness of bumping into me. he even had this cute little birthmark under his eye. his nose was little and cute with a nose ring in it. i normally don't like piercings like this; but it looked surprisingly good on the boy. his teeth were a pearly white that im sure would look adorable in a toothy smile and he had these plump pink lips that made them seem even straiter. he was wearing an adidas jumper with some black skinny jeans, he really was very skinny. his shoes made his feet look huge; but they matched his outfit very well. the young adult also had classic apple earbuds coming around from the back of his body; probably from a phone in the back pocket. however, the earbuds weren't in his ears, just resting on his chest. he had his coffee in the left hand and a notebook in the right. there was a blue pen sticking out the top of it, and it seemed like he was saving a page for something. he also had a light purple lavender color on his nails, it suit him well. and his fingers were long and lanky; just like his figure.
we looked at each other for a few seconds in silence, i guess no one knew what to say.
i immediately felt bad for what i said, he was in a rush just like i was and didn't mean to bump into me! it was probably more my fault than his considering i wasn't looking where i was going.
"listen, im really sorry. it's just im late for work, it's early, and im just not in the best mood. i get it if you're mad but, im sorry i yelled at you like that." i apologized to him; sounding as sincere as i knew i was.
i waited for the boy to respond; but he didn't. was what i said really that bad?
"uhm.. hello? a-are you okay?" my voice shook as i spoke; i didn't mean to hurt the poor thing.
finally he shivered, being brought back to reality from his thoughts. his eyes widened and his mouth finally closed, leaving the gap behind.
"u-uh yea. its okay. sorry for that. ill be on my way. bye.. uh.. yea. bye."
i stuck my hand out. work can wait. i want to get to know him more. no, i need to get to know him more.
"connor franta."
the boy finally smiled, and put his hand in mine.
"troye sivan."
"so what do you do for a living? i see you have a notebook? do you write?" i asked.
"actually, yea; i do. songs, actually. i sing too. im signed at a record label down the street but i really haven't produced anything yet because i recently got signed. music is my passion though, i really do hope i can make a career out of it one day." troye gave me a huge grin; and i was right. his teeth did shine. something about him intrigued me.
"and you, connor?"
"me? oh, i work at the business building on 3rd. i work with photography and videography, and basically anything in that area of art. whether it's photoshop, editing, modeling, or just taking pictures; i do it all. i love taking photos, it's my passion." i added a smile to the end, just like troye did. i could tell that music made him just as happy as photography made me.
i check my phone: 6:01am, april 22nd
i gasped. "oh my god, troye; im so sorry. i really have to get to work. ill see you around?"
i couldn't even give him a chance to answer before i took off to 3rd street. oh man, i didn't give him my number. hopefully ill see him after work? I really need to know more about this 'troye sivan.'
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hi, okay. so this is my first chapter of this new book and im so so excited to be writing it. i have so many ideas for this fanfiction and i can't wait for you all to read! the cover may change through out the process of writing, +++ lowercase is intended in this book!!
