Connors PoV
3:50pm
Connor had been counting down the hours, staring at the clock wishing for it to go faster. What if he messed something up? What if Troye hated him or he was a murderer? The possibilities floating round Connors head growing louder with each passing minute.
Suddenly, the bell rang & Troye walked in. He was wearing a black & white shirt that made his blue eyes gleam. He grinned when he saw Connor.
"Good afternoon." Troye said.
Connor just smiled, unsure of what to do, "I'll be back in a minute."
He walked into the back room to pick up his stuff & ran his hands through his hair. Troye looked so nice & Connor had no spare clothes. That's bad.
"Hey is that the Troye kid you're always talking about?" Kirsty asked.
"Wait, are you going on a date?" Connor nodded sheepishly.
"Ahhhh have a good time just be yourself you'll be fine!" She rambled cheerfully.
"Thanks Kirsty, I best be off, have a nice evening!" He nodded before walking past the counter & to a waiting Troye who was looking at some display boards.
"Sorry to keep you waiting, should we get going?" He tore Troye's attention from the boards & he smiled.
"Sure!"
They strolled out to Troye's small car, the blue eyed boy rushing ahead to open the door.
"Your carriage awaits mr..."
"Franta." Connor giggled at his posh act.
They drove down the road in a comfortable silence until Connor spoke up.
"So where are you actually taking me Sivan?"
"It's a surprise and how did you know my name?" Troye asked, amused.
"I think you texted me once but I'm not really sure." Connor grinned.
They arrived at a small cove next to a hidden beach, the waves lapping up the sand.
"I know it's cliché," Troye piped up, "but beaches are fucking gorgeous, don't you think?"
"Ah well that makes two gorgeous things here." Connor spoke.
"Franta, are you implying that I'm gorgeous?" He winked.
"I was going to say me, but you could maybe be another example." Connor said smugly. That was a burst of confidence Connor didn't know he had, but he felt more comfortable in Troye's presence now.
Maybe he wasn't a murderer after all.
Hello I hope you enjoyed this piece of shit it's long though so don't complain pls I'm just smol. Anyway tRoNnOr fLirTiNG innit.
Thanks for reading, see ya at the next chapter
*moonwalks out of view*
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coffee / t.s+c.f
Fanfictionin which the shy boy working in the coffee shop falls for the curly haired boy with an Australian accent. {yes I understand this concept has been made into many fanfics, so this idea is not mine but I thought it'd be fun to do my remake of it}
