Dreaming in Blue

seeing HEAVEN

Man I wish I had a Troye hug... let's all just imagine he's hugging Connor kay? ^^^ good. 

Connor's POV

Like usual, I was nervous. More nervous than I should be to go see my injured boyfriend in the hospital.

I was also guilty. Guilty that I had let Troye snuggle up to me. Guilty from the amount of intimacy I felt whenever he looked at me. Guilty that... I was starting to doubt my love for Isaac.

Did I even love him still? Did I ever love him? What is love?

These questions swirled around in my head as I fell asleep and woke the next morning.

I laid in my bed and stared at my clock that read 8:45. Why did I even invite Troye to come with me to see Isaac? There was really no point.

It took me a couple tries to find something to wear until I finally settled with a thick, light grey hoodie and jeans. After a few moments, I decided to wear my LA cap too; it was a cute hat.

I snuck downstairs, trying not to wake my mother, and snatched the car keys that were nestled in the kitchen cabinet.

I quickly scribbled a note to my mother saying I was going to the hospital to see Isaac as planned. I didn't mention Troye.

As I walked outside, I realized it was a lot warmer than yesterday. The morning was still crisp and clear and the sunlight peered through the folds of the tree that stood in front of my house. I stretched and smiled happily; Saturdays were the best days no matter what time it was.

Without thinking, I whipped out my phone and took a couple pictures of the beautiful morning scene.

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The cafe, called Suburbia (ugh the references) was cozy little spot that I had gone to many times. The warm orange walls seemed to be glowing from the sunlight that filtered through it's glass windows. I ordered my habitual coffee and a blueberry scone and sat in my usual corner seat near the window to watch the scenery flash by.

Across the street was a gas station where hot sweaty boys would clean their shiny cars and girls who squealed when the boys sprayed them with water.

The summer memory faded into the now empty lot.

I sipped my coffee and took out my phone to edit my picture I took earlier.

"Connor?"

I jumped, nearly knocking my coffee off the table and effectively dropping my phone.

Troye stood in front of me, looking very amused and very attractive. He wore a one-size-too-big jean-jacket over a simple black shirt and skin tight dark black jeans which I was beginning to appreciate looking at.

He leaned down to retrieve my phone from the ground, giving me a good view of his ass. I looked away before my cheeks grew questionably red.

"Here." He said, handing me the phone. A wave of cologne wafted over towards me as my companion sat down across from me and I inhaled as much as I could without seeming creepy.

Because I had never been here without anyone else, I never realized how small my corner table was; with our bodies inclined towards each other and a little bubble that seemed to enclose us, it would be so easy to just close everyone out, embrace the warmth and lean forward...

I mentally incinerated my thoughts. Stop it Connor!

Troye didn't seem to notice my lack of conversation and he promptly ripped off a piece of my blueberry scone, popping it into his mouth. I watched him, enjoying when his eyes closed and he gave a little groan of pleasure.