Lovesick. - Tronnor ✔️

3.

We drove to the camping site by the lake just 2 hours up north. Our family used to have a cabin here but we sold it when mom wanted a car of her own. I put my headphones in and stared out of the window for the whole drive, I wasn't in the mood to talk to my family. Or to anyone. They dragged me into this so they would have to deal with the consequences of that, aka a grumpy and moody me. 

We grabbed dinner at the macDonalds drive-thru and we ate it in the car, so luckily I didn't have to deal with annoying small-talk during dinner. I don't get why people do that anyway, because it's always awkward when someone asks you a question and your mouth is full of steak. Especially when you took too big of a bite so the chewing is hard and your jaws are in this weird position.

 When we arrived I dropped my bags on the grass and sat down on it, avoiding all sorts of eye contact with Troye and my parents. I'm pretty sure mom threw me some meaningful glances but I ignored them or pretended to not see them. 

The worst part of it all was probably the fact that there was no wifi. I repeat: no wifi. So there weren't any ways I could escape all sorts of interaction for a long time.I just didn't want to be there and in that moment I just hated everything. It was almost Christmas for god's sake. 

When our tent was all set and done I snuggled up in my sleeping bag, grabbed a book, put headphones in and closed myself off from everyone again. Troye came in to drop his bags too, I heard him say something but I pretended not to hear it. He then gently pat me on my shoulder. I couldn't ignore him that way. I looked up, Troye's blue eyes were staring into mine from behind his glasses, he was wearing a white t-shirt and black skinny jeans which made him look even more pale than he already was. A black hoodie was in his hands since it was cold outside. I lowered the volume of my music. 

'Connor, see that black bag over there?' Troye said, I looked at his bags and I nodded. 'Yeah, that can't fall or turn upside down, just wanted to make sure you knew that. The stuff inside is really fragile and can't get mixed up. I get this makes you curious but please don't touch it.' Troye stated, a bit vaguely. I nodded in agreement. I just wanted him to go away and have sometime alone. When I'm angry I always get introverted. 

'thanks' Troye said, a bit relieved. I just shrugged, looking at my book again rather annoyed. Troye kept standing there, 

'Something wrong?' he asked.  I looked at him, I couldn't tell if he was curious or that he genuinely cared, but I did know that I was not going to tell him. I didn't even know him and now he wanted to be all up in my business. 

'I don't want to be here' I answered sharply, staring right past him. He frowned, 

'oh why..?' 

'Just, I think it's stupid' why was I even talking to this kid?

 'oh really? I think it can be quite fun if we all put in effort and-'

 'oh fuck off Troye' I groaned, rolling my eyes. I didn't mean to say it that harshly but I did. Troye was taken aback by that, he just frowned even more,not knowing what he had done wrong and I couldn't blame him. I felt bad about it, but I just couldn't deal with anyone right there and then.

 'wow..' he uttered, kind of indignantly. Which annoyed me even more. Just everything was getting on my nerves like a mosquito in your room while you're trying to sleep.My mind was just full and nothing felt right. 

'can you leave?' I blurted out, it came out more begging as I intended it to be. Troye raised his eyebrows, 

'why?' He shouldn't have asked, 

'because I don't like you, that's why' He threw his hands up in defeat as he backed away 

'okay, great.' And he left. He got out of the tent and left, probably going to sit with the family. 

I continued listening to music, but a certain feeling in my stomach didn't go away, like it had twisted a bit. I felt bad for being so rude to Troye, I was such an asshole actually,wow. But my parents were assholes for putting me in this situation so that justified my actions, to me at least. 

It's not that I didn't want to be nice or was purposely being so rebellious, it was just that I hated being forced into things I don't want to do and especially in such a short time. I was actually planning on going to a party this weekend but I could put that out of my mind.I hated when my plans were ruined by someone else, especially my parents since they know how to push my buttons like nobody else. 

They had booked a trip to New York for Christmas, so I was actually really looking forward to that. I just needed to get through this horrible trip, one week of school, and then New York. I just needed to think of that to keep going.

I looked at Troye's bag, the one that shouldn't be moved under all circumstances. I wondered what was in it,what was so important and vulnerable that it could not be moved. I remembered a certain bet I had made with a friend earlier that day, a little peek wouldn't cause any harm..

 I gently climbed over my mattress onto Troye's so I could reach the black bag. My phone still had 60% so I could at least text my friends. But I knew it wouldn't last long. I carefully unzipped the zipper of the bag and I gently opened it. It was full of little packets with pills, with names on them I couldn't pronounce. And some fluids and nose sprays were in there too. It looked like medicine. It didn't look like drugs or pot, that was for sure. Then I heard the zipper of our tent being unzipped.

 'Connor.. You're parents are asking for you to come to the bonfire..' Troye said as he climbed into our tent. I had frozen. I just looked at him sheepishly, while standing there idiotically with his precious bag open. 

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Sorry if Con is such an asshole in this, it'll get better it's called character development :'D

xo - J