Troye and Connor [Tronnor] ✅

Part I: LATECOMER

Connor drummed his fingers impatiently against the steering wheel as he stared out at the traffic hoarding the road. He was certain the inside of his cheeks were raw from where he had been biting them, and he was aware of how tousled his hair had become. He never liked the traffic at Los Angeles, especially during the summer where everyone was out and about. He didn't even plan on going out. But that day, he just had to - he needed to, despite some other priorities that he should be doing. Connor didn't care.

It had been an hour now, and Connor swore the furthest the traffic had moved was not more than five metres. The ambiance of the traffic was further intensified by the unceasing honks, as well as the heat from the glaring sun. Even with his sunglasses on and air conditioner set on full blast, Connor still had to squint and lower his cap so he wouldn't be sweating buckets. Occasionally, he would glance at the empty passenger's seat where a pass sat, as well as a ticket, and he would glance at the digital clock just above the blaring radio. He knew he was going to be late. But he wouldn't give up now. It was just a typical traffic in Los Angeles. Normally, the traffic never bothered him. Even if he did get stuck in one, he would patiently wait and pull out his phone to take pictures of the surrounding.

Not that day, though. He was growing anxious. His phone lay silently on the dashboard. It was five in the evening, and the sky was still bright. The cars on the left lane were moving smoothly without facing any hindrance. Connor kept his focus on the black Jeep Renegade in front of him, wishing he had some sort of a superpower that could move the vehicle by using his mind - or better yet; his car was actually Bumblebee, so it could transform and fly off to the concert he was going to attend. It was a thirty-minute drive from his place, and he was already running late when he left his apartment.

Of course, had it not been his indecisive mind, he would have arrived at the concert by now. He had been pacing back and forth in his apartment, debating with himself whether to go or to stay. Some part of him had told him that it was going to be fruitless, but the stronger, poetic part of him insisted that he give it a shot. He was lying if he said he didn't miss his best friend, his boyfriend (Or ex-boyfriend - Connor wasn't entirely sure); he was lying if he said he didn't miss Troye.

Troye, who had announced that he would be performing in Los Angeles.

He wasn't going to waste the opportunity this time. Not that he was clingy - heck, he hadn't even seen the boy around for ages. Besides, he was only trying to support, despite the fact that Troye already had over a million fans all around the world. There was nothing wrong than giving your old friend a support, was there? And it wasn't as though Connor was going to arrive there and make a theatrical scene. Rather, he was merely going to show up just like the fans. He and Troye hadn't interacted with each other for a long while, except the time where Connor sent Troye a picture of a pink balloon during Troye's twenty-first birthday via Instagram. Troye had replied with a heart emoticon, and that was it. Connor wasn't entirely sure how the two of them had somehow broken apart - or at the verge of breaking apart. Whatever it was, despite the amount of time he spent crying in the middle of the night for no reason or trying to get the tightness out of his chest, he sure missed the boy.

There was nothing to be blamed. Troye was, after all, living his dream from being the Youtube singer to being internationally and widely known. And Connor was doing splendidly as a Youtuber and an entrepreneur. Both boys were living their lives well. But Connor wasn't certain whether their separated ways sometimes killed Troye as it always did to him. He glanced again at the backstage pass with the concert ticket, and to the clock. Crap, he thought to himself, feeling beads of sweat starting to trickle from his temples. The performance had already started. He knew it.