Broken Boy // Tronnor

4~

Troye would eventually have to go home, but he savored the time he had with Connor today.

Currently, they were laying on the grass, staring up at the bright blue, cloud-scattered sky as the sun illuminated the entire land.

"Hm, what do you think that cloud looks like, Con?"

Connor stared up at the fluffy cloud, thinking. He hummed. "Maybe a pirate ship... Or a rock?"

Troye giggled. "I think it looks like the happy poop emoji." This makes both of them laugh really loudly.

This continued for about 5 minutes.

When they had finally calmed down, they were catching their breaths, a tiny giggle or two occasionally slipping out, but mainly there were just smiles plastered to their faces.

Troye let his hand down from his stomach after stretching a bit, and it laid there on the green grass. Connor subtly glanced over at it, before back at the sky. It was such a perfect opportunity to grab his hand, but he didn't know if he should. Troye was gay, and so was he, but did Troye even like him any further than friends?

He didn't know, and so he had to force himself to stop before he could actually do it. He simply bit harshly on his own lower lip. If he was ever given the opportunity someday, he would take both of Troye's beautiful pale hands into his own, kiss the knuckles, and then kiss all the bruises on his hands and face, and tell him how beautiful he was. He mentally made a promise to do so.

Troye looked over at him while he was in his train of thought, and he furrowed his eyebrows slightly. "What are you thinking about?"

Connor snapped out of his small thinking session, looking over at Troye. "What? Oh- nothing. Just thinking."

"Okay, but about what?" Troye paused. Why was Connor acting so weird?

The green-eyed lad shrugged. "Just things."

The younger boy gave up on trying. It probably just wasn't any of his business to know what Connor was thinking of. He simply looked back up at the sky.

Connor felt bad for keeping things from his best friend, but he couldn't tell Troye that he was thinking about him! That might make him feel weird. He wanted absolutely anything but making Troye feel weird, upset, etc.

"I'm sorry, Tro. It's just... you wouldn't understand." He bit his lip, and Troye simply nodded.

"I get it. It's fine, Con. It's not like you have to tell me everything." He kind of was really desperate to know, but didn't want to ask him. This is why he needed mind-reading powers. He wanted those, and wished he could have them.

After what seemed like ages of silence, but in reality was only about a minute and a half, Connor eventually sat up. "What else can we do to pass time? This is getting a little boring."

Troye shrugged. He was internally secretly disappointed that Connor hadn't grabbed his hand, but at the same time, he wasn't really, because he knew Connor probably didn't feel the same way that he did. He was numb to the feelings of rejection and not being wanted, or not having the feelings reciprocated. It was sad to say, yet so true.

"Okay, let's go inside. I have a game idea." The blue-eyed male stood up, brushing himself off before extending a hand out to help Connor up.

The green-eyed boy stood up after grabbing his hand, and was really reluctant to let go. Troye didn't seem to mind, simply keeping their hands like that as they walked back inside.

When they got inside, they immediately ran to Connor's room, and shut the door, sitting down on his bed like two schoolgirls getting ready to tell juicy gossip or exchange stories.

Troye and Connor reluctantly let go of each other's hand, and Connor soon said, "So, what game are we playing, Troye-boy?"

Troye giggled a bit and said, "The question game! We need to ask each other about 5 questions or so each, or until we can't think of anymore. Sound good?"

"Sounds perfect! I can start if you want," Connor suggests, and so Troye nods.

"Go ahead," he says with the sweetest smile that simply makes Connor die a little inside.

"Okay." He pauses, thinking for a moment. "Ooh, I have one! Okay, so, what's your dream job?"

"Ooh, that's kind of tough. I mean, my mum always used to say I have a nice voice. Maybe a singer?" He shrugs, before chuckling sadly. "Like I'll get that far in life anyways." He takes in a breath, exhaling it as he says, "Okay, my turn to question you, Mr. Franta."

"Aw, Troye, stay hopeful! I'm sure you'll get there someday," Connor says with a smile.

Troye smiles and shakes his head. "Maybe, but I don't think so. Anyways, your question. Do you have a crush on anyone?" He grins innocently, leaning back a bit. He was going to die if he said yes, but was also going to still think it wasn't him. He bit at his lip.

Connor nodded, a soft blush creeping onto his cheeks. "Yeah, yeah I do. He's really adorable, and so sweet."

The thought of Connor talking about someone else who wasn't him made his heart deflate a bit, but he didn't show it. "Aw, that's so cute!" He was curious who he was talking about.

"Okay, time to question you now! Do you like anyone?" He retorted, raising an eyebrow which made them both giggle.

"Yes, in fact, I do." He smiles simply, and Connor's heart flutters. Who was it, though? Him? Probably not.

"Cute," he coos playfully, making Troye roll his eyes playfully in return. "Ask me a question, you bitch."

"Yikes, okay. Let's calm down, Connah," he says, but knowing that Connor was just joking around. He was too. "Can you describe your crush?"

Connor internally panicked. What if he found out that it was him that he liked?? "Well, he has these beautiful, bright eyes that catch just the perfect way in the sunlight, such perfect hair, he's super sweet and kind and nice, and he's really adorable, too."

Troye tried to remain hopeful that he was talking about him, but it was slowly deflating. Why would his best friend like him like that? God, he's such a fool to think he would like him like that.

"Anyways, who's your crush?" He smirks a bit upon asking his question, taking advantage of this opportunity.

Troye was the one internally panicking now. "I... I don't know if I can tell you..." He bites his lip nervously.

Connor suddenly senses how nervous Troye got and freaked out. "Troye, I'm so so sorry. I didn't mean to make you nervous, you don't have to tell me if you don't want me to."

Troye loved how much Connor cared about him. "No, I'm fine, don't worry. Just a bit taken back by the sudden question." Was he really about to do this? "My crush... Tyler Oakley. YouTuber Tyler Oakley."

Ouch, that hurt. Maybe there was someone else he liked, though. There had to be. "Is there anyone else you like?"

Troye shook his head. Internally, he felt a pang of guilt for not telling Connor the truth. He just wanted to scream out loud that he loved Connor more than a best friend, but he just couldn't. What if he didn't feel the same??

Connor's heart broke. He didn't like him back. He should've known. He was so stupid. Why would Troye have a crush on his own best friend?

Trying to remain calm and hide his hurt and almost-teary eyes, Connor simply nods and smiles. "Cool."

Troye felt so bad for lying to him. "Yeah."

Connor takes a breath in, and they continue the game for a little longer before Troye has to go home.