Troye's P.O.V.
"SURPRISE" the whole gang screamed when we saw Connor's beautiful face. He looked great as always. But something didn't look right at the was he expressed his gratitude. He wasn't the same Con that I knew when I graduated from that hell hole of a high school in L.A. Something happened since I last was here.
"Hey Con! Can I steal you for a second to talk in private?" I asked him nervously
"Yea, sure!" he said knowing that I knew something.
"Is there something going on that we should be concerned about?" I asked after a long period of silence.
"No, why would there be?" he said.
"You just arn't the same" I said.
"Well I guess that's what happens when you don't see a person for over a year. They change Toy" God Damnit he used the nickname that I hate so much. I could tackle him to the ground right now.
"I guess your right. Let's go out with everyone else." I said knowing that he was lying.
Connor's P.O.V.
Shit. He knows something is going on. I can't tell him. Not yet. But on the other hand, ever since i've come out, i've been slowly falling for those ocean blue eyes, and the curls that fall out of his hat when he wears it backwards. After a long night of talking and catching up with the gang we all decide to go to sleep. I end up in a room with Troye. Great. We lie down to go to sleep when I hear the door creak open.
"Um Troye. Wake up."
"What is it Con?"
"The door is opening."
"It's probably just one of the other guys. Con, we're two gay guys in the same room."
"Yea your right"
"Guess who?" is the next voice that we hear on the other side of the door. I immediately know exactly who it is. My father. The one who told me that he would never stop searching.
"Who's there?" says Troye.
"Troye shut the fuck up and get to the bathroom and go out the window."
"But wh-"
"JUST GO" I interrupted.
We went and got out safely.
"GET IN THE GOD DAMN CAR AND DRIVE."
"Connor what the hell is going on?"
"It's my dad. When my mom died he wasn't the same. He started to drink and became more aggressive. But it got worse when I told him that I was gay. Troye I should of never told him. He started to hit me and call me a faggot and told me that no one would ever love me."
"Con-"
"He sent me a letter after I escaped and told me that he would never stop looking" I interrupted.
"And thats why you moved to L.A." he said putting the pieces together.
"Yes. But when he found out-"
"Found out what???!!!" Troye interrupted
"That I started to have feelings to you he was coming after you too."
"We'll talk about that later. Let's just focus on getting out safely and not letting him know where we are going. Did I ever tell you that my Grandma lives in New York?" He said sweetly.
ANOTHER CLIFF HANGER!!! You'll have to wait for the next chapter!! But now you know what Connors secret was!
