Lovesick. - Tronnor ✔️

4.

 Troye looked me dead in the eye. His eyes were stone cold, it was like he had stopped feeling and the only thing he could do was put me in the ground by just looking at me. His  eyes pierced through my body and I could feel my own regret building up.  I was in trouble and I really was an asshole. I didn't know what to say. He explicitly told me not to look in this bag so I couldn't say I was searching for some deodorant. An accident wasn't quite as believable as well. 

'Turns out I don't particularly like you either' Troye said monotone. His voice as cold as his eyes. He then slowly turned around and climbed out of the tent. For a moment I could only stare at nothing, then I realized I maybe had to fix this or at least try to. If Troye told my parents they would be pissed at me. I didn't even dare to think of some of the things they would have to say. 

I climbed out of the tent as well and walked to the bonfire, where Troye was busy explaining what just happened with very dramatic gestures. I could hear my name dropping a few times and when my mom noticed me walking towards them I could see the fire burning in her eyes.

 'Connor, we would like to speak with you please. Now.' She insisted firmly, I felt like a young boy that broke the expensive vase. I noticed Troye looking at me but I didn't look back at him. My mom dragged me by my arm to the car, and as we were walking I could feel the eyes of mr. Mellet piercing in my back. Mom turned to me, it was like fume was coming out of her ears. 

'What were you thinking?!' her mouth a straight line, Her eyes trying to catch mine while I was looking at the ground, ashamed of my actions. I decided to be honest with her. 

'I wanted to know if the rumors were true.' I explained with a timid voice. Trying to look as innocent as I could and holding back my tears, I hated it when mom was mad at me. And I hated it that I always cried during fights, like no, I'm not sad I'm trying to insult you but human emotions you know. Kind of inconvenient at times.

 Mom frowned. 'What rumors?' Her voice still firm. 

'That he uses drugs and smokes illegal stuff' I responded. Looking her back in the eyes so she knew I wasn't lying. Mom just stared at me, confused, but also in disbelief. Was this really her son? Did she really raise him like this? She sighed deeply, 

'So you search his bags? Ever heard of privacy and keeping your hands off other people's belongings?Dammnit Connor, I really thought you were more mature than this.' She stated, her brows knitted. She didn't understand. And she didn't have to, what I did was wrong. I swallowed the lump in my throat, I couldn't respons since I knew I would start crying. 

'We'll talk about it when we're home. Oh, and you can forget New York.' Mom said before turning around and attemting to walk away. 'What?!' I blurted, my voice breaking since I was on the verge of tears. She turned back at me, a tear was now escaping my eye. She didn't mean that. 

'You heard me Connor. No New York' she repeated. More tears rolled down my cheeks. I had wanted to go to New York for as long as I could remember, we just never really had the money to go. My parents saved up for years.

 'W- Why? That's kind of outrageous. We already paid for everything!' I tried. She nodded slowly, 

'Yup.. too bad.' she sighed, she turned around and walked back to the bonfire, where the remaining kids were sitting awkwardly with my dad as Mr. and Mrs. Mellet had gone off to fight somewhere else. I wiped my tears away, trying to man up before walking to the bonfire. I sat down next to Brandon. 

 'What are they fighting about?' I quietly asked him. He looked at me hesitantly like he wasn't sure if he was allowed to talk to me.

 'Troye wanted to switch tents, Laurelle didn't like that, she thinks you just need time to bond. Shaun, however did find it a good idea so now they are having an argument' he whispered. It wasn't like no one could hear us, everyone was quiet. The only sound there was, was the fire burning with the occasional crisps in it. I stared into the fire, wishing I could just disappear. Now I ruined the night for everyone. Great. Well.. did I? I mean, Troye was the one to run to his parents about me seeing his hospital 101 kit. What was so bad about that anyway? (besides the fact it wasn't supposed to be touched by me, but I don't have germs or anything)

 'Maybe it's better if we all go to our tents' dad proposed, everyone nodded quietly in agreement and went to their tents. I took a deep breath before I climbed into mine and troye's. He was sitting inside, busy on his laptop. The black bag was still open and right where I'd left it. I could see his name was written on the bottles. 

He didn't look at me when I came in, even though he definitely heard me. Maybe it was better this way. I sat down on my matress, passive aggressively staring at the ground and thinking about what just happened. It was December 12, I made sure to note that as the worst day of my life. I grabbed my phone and texted Bethany what happened. My phone was at 30%. That wouldn't last me long.  I looked at Troye. 

'Great, now your parents are fighting, my parents are mad at me, our siblings feel awkward, you could cut the tension with a knife between us and I'm not going to New York.' I stated grumpily, crossing my arms over each other like a mom. 'Thanks a lot, Troye, thanks a lot'  I have to say I was kind of challenging him. He slowly turned around and looked me dead in the eye again, 

'And whose fault is that really?' he said calmly, his voice deep and low. I raised one eyebrow,

 'Well, you were the one to immediately run to your parents when I looked at your hospital 101 kit, so like, you. Because you didn't have to do that' I said pointedly. I could see he was kind of taken aback by that. The muscles in his face tensed. 

'It's NOT a hospital 101 kit.' He said angrily. I flinched a little, suddenly he looked like he could punch me in the face any second.

 'Then, what is it?' I asked curiously, trying to hide that he'd scared me. He crossed his arms, 'Medicine.'

 'What for?'

 'Why would I tell you that?'  I didn't have a response to that, so I just shrugged,

'I don't know, so I guess you shouldn't' I didn't know why we were still talking, or why we both felt the need to challenge each other like this. Why we both felt the need to have the last word. If we didn't like each other, why not just ignore each other? But somehow that seemed impossible. But could you really ever dislike those blue eyes though?

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SO CONNOR UPLOADED A VIDEO CALLED: IS THIS PROBLEMATIC? AND WELL MY NEXT TRONNOR FANFIC IS CALLED PROBLEMATIC (IT'S IN MY DRAFTS LOL COMING SOON). AM I REALLY PSYCHIC? 

xo -J