incoming call
from: connorfranta7
[accept call]
Troye breathed out as he clicked accept. After a few seconds of mild internal panic, the video popped up on his screen, revealing a shirtless Connor, water still dripping off his chest from his shower. He was towel-drying his mop of sandy blonde hair as Troye watched.
"H-Hi," he stammered, grinning widely. Connor mirrored him, revealing a beautiful smile that made Troye's tummy flutter.
Connor took a loud deep breath. "Holy hell, you're so much hotter in person. Not that you aren't hot, I–" He stopped in the middle of his sentence when he saw the strangest expression on Troye's face. It was like a mix between awe and adoration. "What? Troye?"
The dark haired boy blinked. "Oh. Oh, sorry. I um," he shook his head as if to collect his thoughts,"your voice was just so cute and waaaay higher than I expected!" Troye giggled.
Connor frowned, pouting his lower lip. "My voice isn't high! You just sound like Morgan Freeman!" He defended, crossing his arms over his bare chest.
The younger boy smiled fondly. To tell the truth, he was slightly worried at how quickly he was growing attached to this strange, awkward, funny and ridiculously hot boy from a small town in Minnesota.
But he didn't really care, either.
