Dreaming in Blue

i see SWIMMING POOLS

Aren't I just great at updating? *coughs. Yeah I thought so too. 

Hope you like this anyways. I do. 

Connor's POV

Troye was an hour late and I was freaking out a little.

Okay a lot.

It took me an extremely long time to pick out my outfit that night; I went over the different colors and shapes and patterns until I finally settled with a dark burgundy shirt over my white t-shirt and long tan pants. It was casual party clothing and I guess the red was christmas-y.

I heard a knock at the front door from downstairs. I stormed down the stairs and whipped open the door, not wanting to keep him waiting.

Standing in the doorway was an angel dressed in a blue jean-jacket over a black shirt and tight dark pants that went for miles down his long, thin legs. He was smiling widely and he smelled amazing.

I swallowed and held my breath, trying to regain composure. I wondered what I looked like; hanging onto the door for support and blushing down to my roots.

"Hi Connor. Breathe."

I inhaled.

"Are you ready to go?"

"Not really."

"Why not?"

I blushed, "I've never actually been to a high school party before. I'm not sure... how to act."

Troye grinned, "That's cute. Well you're going to one and it's not rocket science so you don't really have to act a certain way."

Ignoring his comment, I took an uncertain deep breath. "Alright. Let's go."

After snatching my house keys, wallet and phone, I followed Troye out to his car. My jaw dropped when I saw his car. Apparently he had three different cars for different events and this time he brought his 'special occasion car'.

I carefully sat down in the leather seats, afraid I would ruin his perfect blue Chevrolet Corvette, and we wheeled off with a roar. (I don't know cars. Ignore my car reference)

My fingernails dug into the seat. "I know we're late, but you're going p-pretty fast." I commented, my voice jumping when we hit a pot in the road. Troye smiled apologetically and let down on the speed. "I wasn't thinking about you, sorry; I like going fast in this car."

We arrived in front of a light cream colored house that was littered by red cups and already drunk teens. Holiday music blared from hidden speakers, making the whole scene even more unrealistic.

Troye parked on the side of the road and sat there for a moment. He looked at me. "Let's go."

As soon as I stepped out of the car, I started to regret my choice of coming altogether.

The air smelled of alcohol and despite the cold, people were milling around the porch and small swimming pool. We entered the back way, ignoring the kissing couples and the headache-inducing lights.

The inside wasn't any better and even though the rooms were moderately large, the space felt cramped and hot and humid with the thumping music that pounded through my head. 

I must of been holding onto Troye's hand too hard because his hand pulled away from mine and he rubbed it slightly. I blushed; I didn't even know I was holding his hand. Instead of calling me off, he simply slid his hand back over mine and pulled me further into the fray.

We arrived at, I think, the living room which was covered in people dancing and talking and drinking and laughing. This was too much; I wanted to cower in a corner.