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s-s-stuttering

prompt: a prompt from the amazing sighvan (my queen, I read all your comments your so supportive ilyilyily and I hope this is what you imagined it to be)
                                     -x-
"Troye, could you please report to the office. Troye, could you please report to the office. Thank you." The loud speaker announces and Troye, with flushed cheeks and his head down, stands from his seat as everyone starts to snicker.

"Yeah T-T-T-Troye, time to go to c-c-c-counseling." Dan Howell, his lab partner says. Dan is what Troye likes to refer to as a 'pastel-punk-nerd-who-likes-to-pretend-he's-not-a-nerd-by-picking-on-other-nerds-even-though-everyone-knows-he-makes-out-with-the-student-TA-Phil-who-is-an-actual-ray-of-sunshine' type of guy.

Troye keeps his head down and ignores the British boy as he leaves the room and quickly finds the office. Mr. Graceffa, his counselor, is already waiting for him as he has the door propped open. Troye takes a seat and Joey smiles.

"Hello Troye, how have you been?" Troye just nods, avoiding speech so he doesn't stutter. He comes to counseling every Wednesday and Friday for the issue and still hasn't opened up to much. He talks more regularly now that he's been going twice a week for the last three years but he's still self conscious and the problem still stands very relevant.

"I need you to speak up Troye." He states and Troye gulps nervously.

"Y-Yes sir. Sorry s-s-sir." Joey gives a warm smile as he tries to lighten the mood.

"Wonderful. Now, how has your day been going?"

"It's oka-ay."

"That's good. Now let's talk strategies."
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By time Troye finishes his lesson in speech it's ten past school letting out and he quickly grabs his books for the night from his locker and heads for the front doors of the school.

He makes it only half way before he's bumping into someone of the same height, sending both of their belongings into the floor.

"Oh, sorry about that!" The voice says cheerily and Troye just drops to his knees to collect his things, as does the stranger. "I'm Connor."

Troye looks up, a deer caught in headlights as he takes in the bright green eyes, the freckled skin, and the tiny indent on the pale forehead.

"You're Troye right?" He says and Troye finds himself nodding. "Well it's nice to meet you." He smiles brightly and Troye returns it to his own surprise. The smile fades when he sees his phone laying discarded on the floor, the screen cracked. He gasps.

"M-My phone!" Troye grabs the object and can feel tears begin to surface.

"Is it cracked?" Connor asks and Troye nods. "Don't cry!" Tears roll down Troyes cheeks as he shakes his head quickly.

"This I-is horrible! I c-c-can't afford a n-new one and m-my mom I-is gonna be so m-mad-"

"Troye calm down, I can fix it." Troye looks from his phone to Connor quickly, eyes wider than before.

"Really?!" Connor laughs.

"Of course! I'm a genius when it comes to phone stuff, why do you think the tech guys want me to join their club so bad?" Troye cracks a smile, relief washing over him as Connor invites him to join him in the computer lab where he can fix it right now as he has the stuff to fix screens there. 

The lab is silent as Connor gets to work, and Troye focuses more on his soft features than the actual work being done.

He takes note of how soft Connors hair looks and how it looks sort of like a wave as it resembles the color sand is. His brows are thick which makes him look meaner but his eyes give him away completely. He's a walking carebear, a total squish.