The Crash That Sparked Love

Chapter 34.

Troyes P.O.V; 

"Ugh why does this puppy filter never make me look cute?!" I grumbled. 

"I don't think you need help with that." Connor responded dis interested without looking up from his laptop. 

I rolled my eyes and shifted my body so I faced a window, hoping a little more light will fix it. 

No such luck. 

"Oh my god these all look so gross!" 

"I don't think the fans would agree." Connor responded in the same tone as before. 

"Alright rub it in 'Mr Pull off any snapchat filter' I understand!" 

He finally lifted his gaze from the screen to stare at me blankly. 

It's getting a little creepy now Connor...

"What?" 

"If you're that desperate to look cute ditch the quiff, that ought to work." 

Is he being serious? 

"I was seeking a sensible answer hunty." I rolled my eyes. 

"Hunty? You're using gay slang against me?" 

"Yes." 

He sighed; "Troye, I-I'm sorry but..." 

His face deflated and worry took over his body language. 

What's he about to say?... 

"Con what is it?" I asked all of a sudden scared for his response. 

"It won't offend me, 'cause I'm-I'm gay." 

That son of a bitch. 

I faked a shocked gasp; "Oh my god really?" 

He looked puzzled; "Um yes, didn't you know that?"

I reached over to slap him across the head lightly. 

"Of course I did you bozo!" 

"How?! Oh my god was I in a glass closet  the whole time?" 

Is he seriously this stupid? 

"You're dating a guy you bloody dork!" 

"Ohhhhh yeah!" 

I shook my head as he began to laugh. 

"I literally got confused for a second." He said in between laughs. 

Oh my god. 

It's official; my boyfriend is an idiot. 

"Right well that thing on your lap is called a laptop, and this thing I'm holding is a phone in case you're forgetting those as well." I smiled sarcastically before turning my attention back to this snapchat dilemma. 

How does one pull of the puppy dog filter? 

My hair is quiffed so surely it should look somewhat adorable. 

I began switching through all the filters, none of them seemed to look right. 

"Con none of these filters look good." I whined laying down on my back so I was facing up towards him. 

"Here sit up and let me help." He smiled. 

I sat up and scooted closer to him. 

He reached up and messed up my quiff. 

"Now try." 

That son of a monkey! Ruined my quiff! 

I'll ruin his damn face if he isn't careful. 

"Ooh actually go into my backyard and lay on the grass; it'll look cute trust me. Come back in when you're done." 

He went back to his laptop without another word. 

This is snapchat! Not a damn aesthetically pleasing workshop! 

But no no the self proclaimed king of aesthetics knows best...