Painting Lies•tronnor

EASE

Troyes POV
Skip to 2:13. in the video for the music!

I impatiently wait for connor to reply. Why do I care so much? I didn't even send a replyable text message. I wonder what he's doing. Not giving a shit in the world I throw on a large t-shirt that covers my thighs and sweat pants. I walk down to the coffee shops and I get dissaproving stares. I just smile back and think "asshole" . I enter the coffee shop the smell the freshly brewed coffee and the coffee beans. I hear tons of chatters but I block it all out. While waiting in line I look around at the large crowd at the coffee shop. Without noticing the man serving coffee asked me what I'd like. "Oh uh sorry, can I just get a black roast coffee with 1 milk 2 sugar please?" I say noticing my accent was strong . "Yes sir that'll be $2.10 and it will be at the end" . He replies. I hand him my change and walk over to the counter at the end. After I get my coffee I walk back down the street. I see a couple loudly arguing on the streets. I almost text connor and say " Hey are you on my street yelling at someone else too?" I chuckle just thinking about it.

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To:Troye
From:Connor
-Yeah I won't go near your house but it's fine bye!

I wonder what was running through his head when he sent that. That's like the most caringless message I've ever got from him. Even when he's mad.

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At 9 P.M. I hear a quiet knock at my door. I get up slowly and head towards the door. I open it to see a male figure that looked an inch taller than me, brown hair, bright hazel eyes, a bit buff but he looked like he had trouble caring his weight as it was. "Hey is connor here? He said he was gonna meet me here today a week ago? " The strange male says. "And you are?" I ask in a concerning tone. "AH Connors boy friend. Max." He says hesitantly. "Leave please. Now" I say shutting the door on his face. I couldn't deal with hearing about connor constantly so I went to the bar . I arrived there and I entered the bar to see a bunch of happy looking people franticly dancing. And drinking. I walk up to the bartender and ask for a beer. I scan the crowd of people and see no one I reconigze. All the things Connors done in the past week hit me hard just now. On that case I keep drinking beer after beer. After about 6 cold beers I leave the bar. I struggle to stay on my feet while it feels like the ground is spinning. I get in my car and fiddle with my keys for about 5 minutes until I find the car keys. I start the car not being able to tell what's in front of me. I didn't care so I just backed up and left. I drove about 90 down the main roads just barely being able to see the lights change colour. I went down a back road and I was the only car there. Noticing that I speed up to 110 mph. I black out and start violently swerving. I drive into a ditch as my car flips and my head hits off the car roof. I wake up to the sound of piercing sirens. I feel some wet thick substance running down my head. I'm sitting upside down in my car. About 2 minutes after I black out again.

"We think about our problems too much rather than think about a solution"