direct messages - tronnor

sixteen

C O N N O R

"Hey, Con? I'm at the studio today, could you give me a ride?" Troye yells, as he gathers his stuff, his heavy steps ringing through my apartment.

"Sure," I say, hopping up from the breakfast bar to grab my keys. I slip on some shoes and shrug on a coat. I wait by the door for Troye, as he takes forever. After a few minutes, he rushes into the living room, struggling to put on his jacket.

"Okay, let's go," he mutters. I open the door and let him go first, he flashes me a smile, then proceeds out. I open the driver side of my Ford Focus and Troye gets in on the passenger side.

The ride is silent, but not awkward. Troye soaked up the sights we passed and I kept my eyes on the road. The only noise was the tsk tsk of the tires hitting the old highway.

I pulled into the studio, and at that moment Troye's face lit up and a small smile rose at his lips. I parked and unlocked the doors. Troye got out and stumbled up the stairs. He turned around and noticed I was still in the car, with it started. He furrowed his eyebrows and headed back towards me. I rolled down my window as he approached.

"Forget something?" I chuckled. I thought he only brought his phone?

"No, aren't you coming?" He asked, seeming a little sad.

"Nah, I wouldn't be welcome-"

"Of course you would be! C'mon," Troye smiled. He pulled my door open and grabbed my hand, dragging me to the entrance. I quickly turned the car off and grabbed my keys, and locking it as he tugged me up the stairs.

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"How about, 'I want you, I'll colour me blue'?" Troye sang the lyrics to a beautiful melody. His cowriter, Alex, thought about the word choice.

"I love it," Troye grinned at the response she gave and scribbled down the lyrics onto a notepad.

I thought of the perfect lyric to follow it, but I didn't think it was my place to say anything.

"Any ideas, Con?" Troye asked, as if reading my mind.

"Yeah, how 'bout you follow that with 'anything it takes to make you stay, only seeing myself, when im looking up at you'?" I suggested hesitantly.

Troye's face lit up and Alex looked amused. Troye scribbled down the lyrics.

"You're brilliant!" He said to me, and I chuckled.

After an hour or two, they finished writing a song they decided to call "Blue". It was truly beautiful, and it made a heart melt. Alex called it a wrap after that, and Troye and I made our way home. We hopped in the car once again, heading to my house.

"Are you hungry?" I asked Troye.

"Starving!" he replied, and we both laughed.

"Do you wanna stop and get something?" I asked, "Indian?"

"Of course!" Troye shrieked. Pulling out his wallet. "How much do you think it'll be?" he says, sifting through and counting his money.

"Oh! I got it covered," I say, nonchalantly.

"Connor, stop, I got it-"

"Nope! I offered dinner, I'm paying for it." Troye giggles, my heart flutters. He's so damn cute.

"Fine!" He slaps my arm playfully, and looks back to the road. I chuckle and pull into the restaurant's parking lot just minutes later.

"I'll be right back," I say with a smile, and leave Troye in the car unattended.

I rush into the restaurant, completely starving, and mumble out our order. The chef hurries back to the kitchen to begin making it. I wait for about fifteen minutes until the chef returns with two takeout boxes full of food. I mutter a thank you, and pay the man.

I search for my keys, eventually finding them in my pocket. I open the car door and set the boxes down. Just as I'm about to start the car, I notice something is missing.

Troye.

Where the hell did he go?

I look around the parking lot, until spotting him a few cars down. I was just about to call him, but once my phone reaches my ear I drop it. He's not alone. He's with a boy. Kissing him passionately, hungrily. I didn't even notice the tears rapidly pouring from my eyes. So, he can't stand the thought of us being more then friends, but he can shove his tongue down the throat of a stranger? What an asshole!

I start the car and step on the gas, pulling up next to Troye and the mystery boy. Once he heard the car stop, their lips separated almost immediately. I rolled down my window, staring daggers at Troye.

"Find another way home, piece of shit," I shouted to Troye, with venom lacing my words.

"Connor, please, let me-"

I rolled the window back up before he could finish. I pressed the gas pedal so hard, I thought it was gonna break off.

No way in hell am I letting him have the bed tonight.