Blue House | Tronnor

Chapter 3, Troye POV

Perth was beautiful. I sat on the front steps of my house, staring at the sunset. Of course, everywhere was beautiful in its own way, but the sunsets over my neighbourhood were longer and brighter than anywhere else I had ever been. "The sun sets longer.... Where I am from," I half hummed, half sang. My eyebrows knit together. That was a cool beat... Oh well. I didn't want to go inside and write it down. I didn't want to miss a single second of the sunset. As the glowing orange ball of fire fell behind the rooftops, I turned and walked into my house, climbing up the stairs. I entered my room, grabbed my speaker and plugged my phone into it. I started a shower and adjusted the temperature so I felt cool water on my hand. I was of the unpopular opinion that cool showers were nice. I slipped my shirt off over my head and pulled off my pants and boxers, stepping into the cool shower. The lights were off and my music was pulsing, and as I massaged shampoo into my hair I began to sing along to Melanie Martinez, doing my best to hit all the notes. After Soap (how ironic) finished, I rinsed my hair, decided I was too lazy for conditioner, and shut the water off. My wet feet hit the bath mat and my hands wrapped a towel around my waist, grabbing my clothes and throwing them into my room's hamper. I flipped my laptop open and clicked my bookmark that linked me to Tumblr, then headed over to my dresser. I slid briefs and sweatpants on, not bothering to find a clean shirt. I let my wet hair hang messily in curls over my forehead as I plopped onto my bed, just about to get lost on Tumblr with my Nutella when a ringing noise echoed through my room. A small icon popped up on my computor with Connor Franta's face on it, and below the icon read, "Connor Franta would like to Skype!" I blinked, pressing the green button and accepting his call.

"Connor?" I asked incredulously as soon as he connected. He grinned as I took in his surroundings. He was on a couch, and from what I could see he was wearing a maroon hoodie.. He was laying on his back with his head on the arm of the couch, his laptop probably resting on his stomach. His white teeth were in a goofy smile, and his hair was messy with a beanie covering it."Troye!" he exclaimed. "I was on Skype with Zoe yesterday, and I decided to catch up with you as well. How've you been?" My initial sense of excitement faded a bit, and I mentally slapped myself for getting my hopes up. Of course, I know he's straight, but I can't help falling for him a little. I quickly responded, "I've been good! Yeah, it's nice to see you." He beamed through the screen at me, and I melted just like I did every other time he smiled. "I'd forgotten how your accent makes my name sound like Connah," he said warmly, and I blushed a bit. Why did he notice these things? "I'd forgotten how green your eyes are," I responded. That was a lie of course, but he didn't have to know. It was good seeing my friend again. We talked for hours upon hours into the early morning, until finally at 4:37 am I insisted that I must go or I would be the sorest, grumpiest zombie anyone had seen. He chuckled and agreed, and we said our goodbyes then hung up. I slid my laptop under my bed and rolled onto my back, staring into the darkness. A sharp exhale left my body, and I fell into the abyss of darkness that was sleep.

Something tickled my nose, and I lazily swatted it away and opened my eyes to see Sage standing above me, her long hair falling over my face. "Saaage wateryoudoing?" I slurred. She smirked and yanked the covers off of me, causing me to leap out of bed and complain, "Why'd you do that?" "It's noon Tro, why did you sleep so late?" she asked. Something told me she knew, but instead of telling her the truth I said, "I was just, you know, browsing through Tumblr late at night." She raised an eyebrow and responded, "I got back at 2:30 am, and I heard you talking. Is someone in your room?" I blinked, then laughed at what she was implying. "No! No it's not like that. And why did you come home at 2:30 am?" I asked. Now it was her turn to be vague. "I was out with Zac." I needed no more specification. "Honestly, why didn't you just stay at his place after that?" I teased. She blushed and threw my pillow at me, protesting. "I--we did not--TROYE!" she said, obviously flustered. I grinned and rolled my eyes. "Yeah yeah, whatever." Still looking a bit red and embarrassed, Sage ran to the staircase and shouted, "LAST ONE TO THE KITCHEN MAKES BOTH OF US LUNCH!" I raced after her, sliding down on the banister and passing her easily on the way down. We turned the corner and raced towards the kitchen, shoving and pushing. I was glad I was small enough to duck under Tyde, who was blocking the entryway. I slid in past him in my socks on the marble floor and triumphantly jumped up and down. "Sagey, I'd like the chef to pick my delicious meal. Table for two!" I demanded sweetly. She rolled her eyes, flipped me off, and set to work. Not a bad start to the day, I mused, lounging on a kitchen chair and flipping through Instagram. Not bad at all.