incoming call
from: connorfranta7
[accept call]
When Troye hit accept, his laptop screen immediately was filled with the image of Connor bouncing up and down on his bed like a toddler that had been given candy.
"Connor? What's up?" The Australian asked cautiously. He'd received zero messages from Connor, or any of his friends, since he'd left on his birthday adventure that morning. Troye had been cleaning his room, re-organizing his clothes (two times), did a load of laundry, hung out with his sister, and spent an hour or so (okay, more like three) scrolling through his dashboard on Tumblr. All the while he'd been wracked with thoughts of Connor's safety and general wellbeing, worrying sick about the boy he loved.
Connor looked at him through the screen, a goofy grin on his gorgeous face. "What?" demanded Troye.
"Sorry, I just love your accent when you say my name. I think it would sound a lot better, though–"
"Hoe, don't do it." Troye interrupted, closing his eyes and preparing himself for what he knew Connor would say anyway.
"–With you screaming it." The caramel haired boy erupted into giggles, falling over on the bed
"You did it. Oh my god." Troye sighed, rubbing his face with his palm. Connor continued laughing uncontrollably while Troye just sat, watching in adoration.
"So, um, Con, I hate to disturb your laugh-fest. But did you call me for any particular reason or are you just horny?" Troye chewed his lip. He watched as Connor sat up and composed himself, passing his hand over his face as he frowned, reminding Troye of the movie Madagascar, where the lion did that very similarly.
"Oh, I'm always horny. I'm 23, T. But that's not important," Connor waved his hand dismissively. "There actually was a reason. I got...this!" He held up a large cardboard box, smiling wide.
"I wanted to open it together. More special, ya know. By the way, I love your handwriting." Connor said, not looking up as he grabbed a box cutter from somewhere beside him. Troye waited in anticipation as the other boy opened his present, feeling more nervous than he ever had. He just hoped Connor liked his gift.
"Having trouble opening it?" Troye joked, trying to ease the nerves. Connor chuckled.
"A bit, if I'm being honest. This better be good, I'm gonna get a friggin' splinter or something." As he slowly and carefully cut the flaps open, Connor bit his lower lip, which totally didn't distract Troye for a few moments.
"Con, you can't get a splinter from cardboard." Troye laughed. The older boy blushed, tilting his head down so Troye wouldn't see.
"Shush. Hey, it's finally open!" Connor exclaimed. Troye felt his heart beating fast as Connor lifted the smaller white box out, looking confused. "Are you playing the box game with me, Mr. Mellet?"
"Just open it." Connor obeyed, opening it up quickly and removed the bubble-wrapped item. He tore off the protective layer and gaped at the custom mugs. (a/n: picture above)
They were white, with the shapes of both California and Australia connected by a dotted line on one, and the words "you're my person" on the other. Connor sat cross legged on his bed, holding the mugs and looking like he was about to cry. "T-Tro..."
"Do you hate them? Shit, I shouldn't have, I knew it was too muc—"
Connor stared Troye in the eyes, his green eyed gaze immediately silencing the younger boy. "Troye, this is so fucking amazing. I can't believe you did this for me. I love yo–it."
Troye pretended not to notice Connor's slip, and plastered on a smile. "Go on, there's more." Not needing to be told twice, the caramel haired boy tore into the box, and suddenly let out a loud squeal.
"You got me a freaking Build a Bear? Troye this is so...so...oh my god! He's so fluffy!" Connor held the bear in his arms, squeezing it and burying his face in its soft fur.
"Con? You okay?" Troye heard someone the door open on the other side of the screen.
"Oh hey Ki. Yeah, I'm good. Just Skyping Tro. Wanna say hi?" Connor looked at Kian, who was currently off the screen and therefore not visible to Troye.
Suddenly a head popped in the screen, smiling wide. "Hey!" Kian greeted. Troye smiled and waved back. Kian looked back to Connor, who was tidying up the mess he'd made. "Oh, did Troye send you a package? That's so sweet!"
Far off, a distant call could be heard, someone yelling for Kian. "Ah, that must be JC. We were filming something and I came to check on you. He's getting impatient," Kian chuckled as he disappeared off the screen. "Bye Troye!"
Connor exhaled once they were finally alone again. "So, um." The two stared at each other awkwardly, neither of them really knowing what to say.
"Well, I'd better go, start making dinner. It's my turn tonight. I tried to get out of it since it's my birthday but Ricky said no cause it would 'mess up our schedule'" Connor air quoted his friend dramatically. Troye giggled a bit, enjoying how the older boy's eyes lit up when he spoke of his friends.
"Okay, then. I'll message you later then." Troye said quietly.
Connor nodded, hand reaching to end the call. "Bye, Tro."
"Happy birthday, Con." Troye said right as the call ended. He almost said something else, but he decided it would be better kept for a different time.
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