blue | a collection of tronnor oneshots

as sure as a boy can be

Cherries. Troyes cheeks in the winter, his smile bright as his sweater is themed for a day as anticipated as this one.

Christmas. He sits in the floor in front of his parents amongst his siblings like he's back in middle school, despite being in his last month of high school.

His mom flashes a smile. Cloudy white. His dad swirls his cup of coffee- dirt brown.

His brother Tyde opens a new iPhone and his sister Sage whines.

"That's what I wanted!"

"Sagey my dearest open that one wrapped in blue."

The same model. She blushes, a soft pink.

Troyes hands feel warm and his heart bends in his chest. His favorite moments are these ones. The room is full of love and light and everyone is practically singing- the door bells rings.

Red wine lips speak words of acknowledgment to the little bell that announces the arrival of someone other than family. With curious eyes Troye opens the front door.

Green- murky water and sea salt. Troyes best friend, met three weeks prior.

"Con..." Honey voice dissipates into awkward silence as chocolate curls fall like silk onto the creamy white forehead.

As if the stench of alcohol isn't enough to confirm his thoughts Connors red eyes and sloppy smile is.

His hands, hands that belong to a man who tastes like candy when he's feeling generous, fiddle with his heavy coat as he sways on the spot.

"Troyeeeee!" He giggles. "Can I come in?" Troye turns to his family, a picture perfect moment, then back to his friend.

Connor- the climax to Troyes modern day film.

"I don't think that's best Con, we're kind of-"

"Tro? Who's at the door baby." Laurelle walks to the door, standing behind her son as she looks over his shoulder. Her eyes widen, charcoal eyes, and turns to Troye.

He shrugs, ocean orbs wider than the Atlantic as Connor continues to sway like the waves that encompass them.

"Could you-" He hiccups. "Walk me to my car?" Troye nods firmly, a business mans handshake- before giving his mom a confident smile.

"Be right back. Don't start breakfast without me!" He jokes, grabbing his coat to put atop his turtle neck like double layered cake.

His cherry cheeks grow brighter in the harsh wind as he smiles softly to Connor. Connor gives him a toothy smile in return.

"Connor, why are you drunk?" Troye asks in his honey voice as the make their way to Connors car parked down the street. An oil black street with cracks full of pebbles.

"D-drunk? No way! I'm fine." He stutters and Troye rolls his eyes.

"You know it's Christmas right? Shouldn't you be home celebrating?" Connor waves him off, his candy hand grazing Troyes arm.

"We don't do that much. My family wasn't home when I woke up. W-what about you hm? Aren't you Jewish?"

"Yeah, but we're not to dedicated." It's silent after that. Silence as in the sound of Connors boots crushing snow and Troyes converse barely making a mark.

They reach Connors car, a car old and shabby made of parts from a pick-a-part auto store three blocks over. Connor opens the door to the back seat and as Troye is memorizing the sound of the rusty creak he doesn't notice Connors intentions until he's shoving the boy.

Troyes thin back hits the leather of the back seat, his oceans now as wide as the entire galaxy as Connor climbs on top of him and straddles his hips, closing the door with his foot.

Before anymore of Troyes honey words and drizzle off his dish ware tongue Connors lips are pressed to his own. Red wine mixes with tequila and Troye finds it intoxicating and wonders if it'll always feel like this to kiss a boy or if it's only Connors mouth that can make his hands grab at the alligator seats and his heart bend to the point of breaking.

It's that thought that scares those red lips from the chapped ones of a new friend.

"What the fuck! Connor what are you doing?" He demands and Connor leans up.

"What? Did you not want me to kiss you? I thought you liked me." He says sadly and Troye sighs, his chocolate curls spread around him on the seats as his hands still clinch the material.

"I do like you Con. But that was forced and sudden. And you're drunk, I have to get back."

Only Connor doesn't move. His butt stays rooted on Troyes hips like the oldest tree in LA as he stares down on the boy made from glass like a spinning ballerina in the oldest music box.

"Connor. Move." Winds blows through the crack in the front window and Troye can swear he hears the distant voice of an angel.

"I-no. No I won't." Troyes oceans narrow into rivers, tainted and dirty with irritation.

"I swear to god Connor if you don't get up right now- Are you crying?"

Connors murky green runs down is face in visions of sadness and regret, his thighs shaking against Troyes hip bones.

"I-I'm sorry Troye. I don't know what's gotten into me." Troye sits up.

"You're fine. Tell me, what's going on?" His honey voice lays blankets of warmth over Connors shaking bones.

"I-I can't..Its s-stupid. I'm stupid! So so stupid. I've ruined your day and forced myself on you and now you hate me! I-I just don't understand why nobody wants me." His voice comes out in a shuddered whisper at the end of his rant.

Troyes own eyes threaten to spill their (not rivers now oceans) onto the alligator seats but he doesn't allow it. This moment is about a friend, a potential boyfriend, and his self esteem.

"You didn't ruin anything Con. Well, to be fair you kind of did but I'm not angry. And what the bloody hell do you mean no one wants you? I just said I wanted you isn't that enough?"

Connors chapped sandy beach lips crack into a small smile before he focuses his murky eyes on his candy hands.

"When...when i woke up this morning everyone was gone. Come to find out they all went to my grandmas downtown. They left to fend for myself. On Christmas."

Troyes brain plays clip after clip of all the times Connors parents have treated him wrongly in the last three weeks and he sighs. Connor doesn't have the best home life.

"Tell you what," Says red wine lips. "If you sober up you can spend Christmas with the Mellets."

"A-are you sure?!" Questions chapped sandy beaches.

"As sure as a boy can be. Come on, let's get back."

And as they step out of the pick-a-part car, candy hands slide into Troyes as murky green crashes with oceans wide and somewhere off in the distance the world explodes.