Connor Franta was thinking about Troye Sivan again. Troye was an arrogant, selfish queen-like boy with dazzling blue eyes and long, full eyelashes that brushed against his cheeks every time he blinked.
Connor walked over to the window and reflected on his lazy surroundings. He had always loved the house, as it was one of the many places that made him feel comfortable. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to be creative.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the arrogant figure of Troye Sivan.
Connor gulped, glancing at his own reflection. He was an okay, tight-fisted, tea drinker with soft skin and odd hair. His friends saw him as if he was just a small puppy.
But not even an okay person with odd hair and bright eyes was prepared for what Troye had in store today.
As Connor stepped outside and Troye came closer, he could see the boiled smile on his face that reflected some emotion connor couldn't read.
Troye glared, though it was forced-- at the boy. "I..i love you Connor." tears started to run down his face, mascara leaving racoon like marks under his eyes. "After everything you said the other day, it made me realize how stupid i was. I fell in love with you..with the connor i knew before.."
Connor looked back at the house, fingering the bracelets he had on.
They looked at each other with unstable feelings, one with strewn mascara and the other with a stone hard glare.
Connor studied Troye's fluffy, perfect hair and amazing blue eyes. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry," began Connor in apologetic tones, "but I don't feel the same way, and I never will.."
Troye looked wounded, and then looked a bit past connor into the window of the house. Tyler was standing on the steps.
Connor could actually hear Troye's emotions shatter into pieces, his face softening. He waved his hand away, turning around and never looking back.
When Connor glued his eyes to the ground, the bracelet he had given the other was wrapped, tossed into the mud from previous rain.
AHA SHITTY ASFUCK
