Since Connor ~•Tronnor AU•~

11

Troye's P.O.V (ooooo pov change you're welcome.)
{TOO GOOD; Troye Sivan}
{BITE; Troye Sivan}
{DKLA; Troye Sivan}

It's been two whole days since Connor drove home from that school parking lot. Two days since he asked me to help him. Two goddamn days since I last saw his soft, forgiving, green eyes, and fluffy hair, and his incredibly amazing smile that lit up the whole room.

Two days since Connor.

I've started to keep track of the days since I've last seen him. I'm almost to Denver now. I've booked a motel a little ways out of the city though, only because I know that the cops are searching for Connor and I.

I decide to go the long way through the city to get to the motel, and to see what was around the city. I needed to get my mind off of Connor for once. I passed a club on my way to the hotel, finding it was only a blocked from the hotel to there.

Considering it was 1 in the afternoon I decided to head to my hotel and take a little nap before going there. It's not like I'm looking for a one night stand, but if it happened then I would not mind at all, honestly.

I know that Connor and I are on the news, we're in radio stations too. I've reached my mom via pay-phone so that she can't track where I am. I don't use my phone other than for music, to text my sister, and attempt to contact Connor, which, may I add, never seems to work.

My mom knows what I'm doing, but she still wants me home as soon as possible. I didn't tell her where I was going, obviously.

I arrive at the motel, lucky there's no TV From what I can see. I walk to the front desk to check in, and get my room key. "Hello sir, how may I help you?" The woman at the front desk asked me. She looked to be in her mid to late forties, with a lot of stress on her shoulders. "No thank you ma'am, I'm sure everything is perfect. Thank you though." I said with a gentle smile. She smiled back tiredly and handed me the key.

I hurry up the elevator, noticing that I should probably hop in the shower and get ready for going out tonight. I don't want to let people know who I am, and that I'm an emotionally wreaked gay teenage boy trying to return a black notebook to the straight boy I love that ran away across the country.

I should change my appearance and my accent. My name is now Eren, not Troye. Tonight I'm going to get Connor off of my mind and go find a hot guy to bring back here.

Just kidding I'm not doing that.

I wouldn't be able to do that. I would just lay there and think with the boys steady breathing as back ground noise, just drifting away into a dark, roaring abyss of nothingness. It's been like that most nights. I haven't been able to sleep much  since Connor left...which is kind of odd? I don't know.

I get ready, leaving my head down in a big curly mop. I put on a black and white stripped t-shirt and some black jeans with my converse.

This is my way of dealing with things. Go out, get drunk, dance, and forget. Even though I'm young I still look like I'm 21.

I have a fake ID that's pretty convincing. I've never been caught, thankfully, but there have been close calls.

Instead of driving, I decide to walk to the bar so I don't have to deal with parking, traffic, or drunk driving.

I get in easily with no question about my age, gladly. This club is nice and there's plenty of guys here. One is bound to be gay.

The night is going by fast, I'm just walking around and dancing occasionally. I don't drink because I don't want to pay, and take a chance at someone figuring out my real age.

"Tyler, do we really have to be here?" I hear a familiar voice say, and of course, I turn around. "Yes we do con. Now please, try and go have some fun." The blonde boy says to....wait what? Connor? What's he doing here? Holy shit.