our lives don't collide (but our hearts did) Tronnor AU

chapter five (troye)

In case you were wondering (which you probably weren't), this weekend really fucking sucked.

Like, really. Like, a super duper intense level of suckage.

I'll give you a pretty quick runthrough, sparing you from too many soppy and/or weepy details.

So, as you all know, my best friend in the entire universe just moved four and a half thousand miles away from me. Like, an entire ocean away. A whole sea full of sharks and dolphins and trash and even a bunch of deep sea shit scientists haven't even fucking discovered yet lies between us - not the usual foot and a half between our squeaky, paint covered stools in art class.

What a concept. What a great piece of information to have to absorb and deal with within a span just short of forty eight hours.

So, consequently, after finding out that super fun news, I had to deal with a shitty-ass day for the rest of school.

After having my heart completely fucking shattered, to my surprise, the world around me didn't stop.

Oh, no. I couldn't possibly catch myself a break.

The teachers didn't halt, the kids in the hallway weren't any quieter, and as per usual, weekend homework assignments were piled onto me as if they were books being balanced atop my head.

Just to my luck, the sporadic spurts of shittiness were presented to me at just the very convenient of times, as the tragedies within my life seem to function as mother fucking clockwork.

And I know that I sound like such a miserable Debbie Downer, and I know that plenty of people have worse shit to deal with than their friend moving away.

I get that, and I agree with it.

But, for the time being, that doesn't make me feel any less shitty.

Because I just did an incredulously crappy-ass job of sparing you of weepy details and droning on, I'm going to jet right through all the rest of the goriness.

For starters, Savannah spent Friday night and the larger half of Saturday with her boyfriend, Bertie, who's a college kid from the quiet farm up the street. He spends all his days filming these weird ass short films, most of which star Sav (I've never seen any, but I don't really know what to expect given the circumstances that surround them) He's a sweet kid, I suppose, but I've never really spent enough time with him to really know for sure what he's like.

I spent my Friday evening watching Wes Anderson movies on my laptop as I laid on my bedroom floor, my knees bent with feet swaying in the air and my bony fingers enveloping a mug of tea (one of many, I drank six cups that night.)

At twelve p.m. on Saturday, my eyes that were practically crusted together with sleeplessness were pried open by the marimba of my iPhone ringtone. Without moving anything but my arm, I grabbed my phone off my bedside table and slid the call open, not even looking at the screen to see who it was.

"What's up, my dear?"

"Let's go to brunch."

"..."

"I like waffles and day-drinking, fight me. I'll pick you up in fifteen."

So, long and short of it, we spent our afternoon eating omelets and pastries and chasing it down with spiked cranberry juice (Sav keeps miniature vodka bottles in her bag to compensate for our underagedness). I nearly spit out my bacon when she told me she dumped Bertie immediately after having sex with him, and she pulled my baseball cap off to practically announce to the restaurant the greasiness of my hair. It felt so normal, so us, and it made me sick to my stomach that in twelve short hours it would all be over.

And then the twelve hours ran out. I drove her to the airport for her overnight flight and sent her off with hugs and kisses and goodbyes and tears, the smell of her lavender perfume left on my t-shirt even as I drove back home.

I blasted The 1975 through my stereo and just fucking bawled. I'd never felt so hopeless, so alone, so completely and totally shitty.

I pulled over to the side of the road and got out and just started yelling - at the cornfields that surrounded me, at the star filled sky blurred by clouds, and at my own damn self. Nonsense poured out of my mouth as if my soul had been cracked open like one of those New Year's confetti poppers I carried on like this until I heard the unmistakable screech of a screen door being opened from a not so distant farmhouse. I responded to this by getting the hell back into my car, stomping on the gas pedal and realizing the complete fucking insanity of my actions as I swerved along the midnight road.

a/n sorry if this sucks, it's not really edited yet, yikes. also i know that you're all here for tronnor and it's coming soon i PROMISE ok.

 have fun w your lives 

oh shit wait imma make a question of the day!!! pls answer-

q) favorite ice cream flavor??/

a) it used to be mint chocolate chip but i haven't found any good vegan versions of that so far in my vegan endeavors (hello yes i am a piece of vegan trash come at me) but they make vegan chunky monkey ben & jerry's and i've eaten an entire pint in two days yIKES