Troye
I smiled at the cute boy with emerald eyes. I noticed I was standing in the door way too long and walked in.
"I'm sorry miss..." I trailed off hoping the nice looking lady who cooking would give me her last name so I could continue.
"Franta." said Connor as he looked at the busy mother noticing she wasn't paying attention.
"I'm sorry Mrs. Franta but my father won't be joining us tonight." I said as politely as I could manage. He probably never will... The stupid drunk. Connor looked at me with sad eyes as I thought that. Oh shit.. Did I say that out loud? Fuck. He smiled lightly and continued setting the table. He looked as broken as I felt.
"Mom... Is it okay if Troye and I hang out for a bit after dinner?" He said softly as he sat down. His mother lit up like a Christmas tree looking proud, happy, and slightly relived.
"Oh yes. Of course! Dinner isn't going to be ready for a while. Why don't you two go upstairs?" Mrs. Franta was rambling and I realized I had no say in this the moment Connor grabbed my hand and pulled me upstairs. Once we got to his room he pulled me into the bathroom that was connected to it. He pulled out all kinds of makeup that matched my skin tone.. He also grabbed a first aid kit and a wet towel.
"Uh.. Connor?" I was slightly confused and started fidgeting. He couldn't possibly know what he did.
"Sit still. I'm just going to help. Let me do this.. Please." His broken green eyes pierced into my ocean blue. I nodded and let him, he smiled softly. His smiled was adorable. I don't care what my dad says. Connor started to wash my face of with the wet towel. He sighed, I'm guessing he saw the bruise under my eye.
"Oh.. Troye. I'm not going to say sorry. I'm just a house away if you ever want to talk or hang out or whatever..." He blushed scarlet, I giggled at his cuteness.
"Okay.. I'm also here for you. I can see how sad you are.. I'm not going to ask why because I want you to trust me enough to tell me. Okay?"
"Alright." He said as he started silently applying more suitable make up to my eye. I admired all the details his beautiful face has. Pretty green-eyed boy.
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Save Me (Tronnor)
FanfictionI HAVENT UPDATED IN 50 YEARS TRIGGER WARNING Connor was heartbroken. He was so sad. Guilty. All because of a stupid drunk driver. Troye was the pretty boy who moved in next door. He also had problems of his own. Will the broken boys find love in thi...
