Odd Tronnor One Shots

Troye Tops

"Hurry up or you'll be late!" Mum urges me. I groan out of frustration. My puffy pastel pink tutu-like skirt or my pink skirt with white polkadots? Unable to choose, I yell for my mum.
"Mum, which one?" I pout, gesturing to the adorable skirts that lay on the bed.
"The tutu!" Mum exclaims. I nod and pull it on. The skirt only goes down to my mid-thighs.
"Aw, you look so pretty!" She says, clipping a small bow clip in my curls. I blush.
"You ready for your date?" She asks, clearly excited for me. I nod and check myself in the mirror one last time.
"Good luck," Mum hugs me. I hug her back, my smaller frame fitting perfectly with hers.
"I gotta blast," I tell her, glancing at the clock. She nods and lets me go.
I step out and see Connor's car entering our driveway. Once he parks, I rush up to his gorgeous black BMW.
"Hi, baby doll," He greets me, wrapping his muscular arms around my frail body. I took in his scent.
"Mm, doll, you smell like sweet roses," He whispers in my ear, sending chills down my spine. I giggle softly and buckle my seatbelt. He starts the engine and we drive off.
"Doll, have you ever been to the beach?" He asks me, his green eyes concentrating on the road. I shake my head no.
"Are you serious?" He gasps, taken aback.
"Never in my entire life. My parents are too busy," I explain, a spark of sadness shooting through my body.
"Oh, baby. Don't worry, I'm taking you to one today," He claps his hands. I smile widely, showing off my imperfect teeth.
Once we get to our destination, (and yes we did stop at Starbucks first) I excitedly jump out of the car and run towards the shimmering ocean. My feet glide through the sand as I run.
"Troye!" I hear Connor call a few feet behind me. I stop and he tackles me onto the dry hot sand.
"Con!" I giggle, his soft hair tickling the back of my neck. His strong arms remain on my body, holding me down.
"Let me go!" I attempt to push his larger body off my small one.
"No!" He replies like a child. I shove him hard, and his arms fall loose. I jump up and run far away from the devil in disguise. Once I have escaped, I take off my skirt and shirt, leaving me in my pink boxers. I lay my clothes on the sand, placing a rock on top so they won't fly away, and run to the water.
The cool water hits my feet and I gasp at the freezing sensation. Suddenly, one cheeky bean decides to leap on my back and I fall face first into the very very very cold water.
"Connor!" I squeal, shivering. He laughs loudly, as I wipe the wet sand off my bootiful face. I pout and shove him. He screams like a 5 year old and falls in, drenching his blue shirt and boxers. I cackle, my stomach aching.
"Troye!" He whines, holding himself to keep warm. I stick my tongue out at him. Then that imbecile decides to bite it.
"Ow!" I shriek, flinching. He chuckles, stroking my curls. A light blush coats my cheeks as he leans in slightly.
"Will you be my boyfriend?" He whispers, our lips barely touching.
"Yes," I respond. I connect our lips and I swear I felt fireworks go off. The taste of a coffee frappuccino mixed with sweet roses hits me hard. The butterflies in my stomach calm down and I place my hand on his waist. Our lips move in sync as small waves lap at our feet. His hand moves down to the back of my neck, lightly wrapping his fingers around it. Once I feel his and my breathing begin to quicken, we both pull away.
"Wow," I whisper, looking into his gorgeous green eyes. As I reach up to kiss his nose, a massive wave splashes us.
"Oh, my lord!" He gasps. I smile and kiss his nose. Connor raises his eyebrow at me. I giggle and twirl his hair around my finger.
"You're so cute," I tell him. He shakes his head.
"No, you are," He takes my hand in his.
"Are you blind?" I snort.
"No, but you're adorable," He argues. I sigh and let him win.
"By the way....." I smirk evilly.
"Huh?" Connor says.
"You're bottoming."

He chokes.