Lovesick. - Tronnor ✔️

6.

I watched as Troye put some sugar on his pancake, his boney fingers were shaking a little. He stopped to look at me, 'Why are you being so nice to me?' he asked out of the blue, a slight crease in his forehead. I was taken aback by that, I looked at him with a puzzled expression. 

'W..what do you mean?' I asked, tilting my head. Troye put the plate down on his lap. He shrugged, he didn't really know what to say either.

 'It's just.. You're just one of those, cool guys, that are like chill and play sports but also go out from time to time, and well, they're usually not really nice to me. And you weren't too in the beginning.' He said as he avoided eyecontact. He was probably scared he would insult me or make it worse. I raised my eyebrows indignantly,

 'Okay, wow, stereotypes' I stated. I could have just said that it was because I felt sorry for him, but somewhere I knew that wasn't the whole truth. I  kind of liked this weird kid. He seemed pretty normal actually, but I still didn't know him that well. Not at all actually, but so far he wasn't that weird or nerdy or hipster-y. He was just Troye, with weird glasses that somehow looked kind of cute on him. 

'Isn't it true then?' Troye said, now he was looking in my eyes. My brows knitted, I couldn't really believe he actually thought of me that way. But on the other side I did find It very logical since I had labeled him weird kid, so he had labeled me cool kid, and that of course didn't match that well.

 'Well, kind of, but there's more to me than just that.' I explained. Troye narrowed his eyes, 'Like what?' he asked challenging. I scraped my throat, 

'Well.. I like to read, for example' Troye scrunched up his face, 

'Reading? You?' he said surprised, like it was an idiotic idea that I liked reading. 

'Yeah it's like thinking with someone else's mind I love it' I explained, I felt my face turning red. 

'Psh, reading, not even me, the weird hipster kid likes that' Troye spurted out. Kind of making fun of me. Oh well, I guess I deserved it.

'You don't? I would find you the reading type' I said, trying to make it more about him than me. Troye shook his head,

 ' I'm more a music type of guy'

 ' so poetry?' 

'what? No ew' he uttered, his face in disgust as if I had made a ridiculous statement.

'But music is poetry and poetry is something you read so ha' I stated, grinning at him widely. He rolled his eyes,

'ugh fine' he gave in. 

 'Guess we're not so different after all then.' And with that, I felt as if the barrier between us had been removed. We weren't at school, this wasn't some weird social hierarchy where you needed to be cautious with who you hung out with. We were just two teenage boys, having a casual conversation. 

Troye picked up his pancake and started eating it. My phone was at 10%, I knew that wouldn't even last me an hour. I was basically sentenced to death. Troye picked up his phone as well, he still had 80%. I widened my eyes. 

'How is your phone still at 80%?!' I blurted out. Troye laughed, 

'Oh I brought 3 powerbanks. You want one?' he asked. 

'Uhm yes, is that even a question?' I responded. Troye laughed as he grabbed his bag and got a white thing out of it that was basically going to save my life. As my phone was charging I noticed that Troye was able to watch youtube videos.

 'Troye..' I started, already implying that I was going to ask him something . 'How do you have wifi..?' I asked. He grinned, 

'Give me your phone, Franta'  I did as I was told, he didn't tell me how he did it, but it worked and I had wifi. 

'Thanks for saving my life' I said with a snigger. Troye chuckled, 

'No problem.' As a tumblr-lover himself he knew that the internet was like oxygen to me.

 'And.. sorry about the whole searching your bag thing..' I didn't even know why I hadn't apologized for that. Troye smiled and waved it away. 

'It's okay, if I heard rumors like that about you I would have probably done the same thing' I was surprised he knew about the rumors, he acted cool about it. Like it was normal to have such a vulgar thing being said about you. But he was used to it, which was actually kind of sad. 

'What.. are they for.. I mean, the pills and everything?' I asked carefully, I didn't want to upset him like last time. He drew his lower lip between his teeth, probably debating if he was going to tell me the truth. 

'long story short: migraine' he explained. I frowned, how could that be a long story? I was curious and I genuinely cared, if I was taking care of him I at least deserved to know what it was why someone needed to take care of him. 

'We have the whole day, you can tell the whole story' I said with a supportive smile. Troye nodded, 'True,' he said. He hesitated a second, but then he started explaining why he missed an average of 2 days a week. 

'So, around Easter I started getting really bad headaches. I was constantly tired, and I started to feel nauseous a lot. We thought I had caught a virus. But I couldn't sweat the fevers out. So we went to the doctor. The doctor said I had a burn out; that school had become too much for me, together with my social activities and tasks in the house. That I needed to rest and sleep at least 12 hours a night. So I started going to school for half a day, and slept a lot, but the headaches and nausea didn't go away. So monthly trips to the doctor became weekly ones, and they diagnosed me with migraine, extreme migraine. It's hereditary and usually you develop it when you're young and it can go away. But sometimes you develop it in your teens. My aunt had it as a teen, so it's logical. I got prescribed medicine, but the point is, they never know what medicine can work for you. I started with pills, they helped for a bit but then it got worse again. So I changed pills, but nothing changed. Then I got nose spray, that didn't help. So now I have eyedrops. I don't feel as If they're working too. I went to the eye-doctor and my eyes apparently aren't great either so now I have glasses so that should lessen the headaches. But yeah, I went to the doctor Thursday and he doesn't know anymore. So, now I'm on a waiting list for a neurological scan.' 

I just gazed at him, speechless, not knowing how to respond. He just shrugged, like it was nothing. But it was, and he knew that too. I had misjudged him so badly. 

'Wow damn..' I uttered, I didn't really know what to say. I was glad he told me, because now I understood, for as far as I could I mean. I felt like such an awful person for having said some of the things I had or even thought. 

'Yeah, I just hope that it will all be okay in the end and I can live my life like before.' He stated, I nodded, 

'yeah, I hope that for you too' 

it stayed silent for a bit. I don't know if it was a comfortable one or not because I was too busy thinking about what Troye just told me. But Troye interrupted the silence,

 'Do we have some beer?' he asked as he looked at me with a cheeky grin. I grinned back,

 'sure we do' and I went to my parents' tent to get it. We sat and drank and talked about school, I even told him all of Caspar's gossip and I had never seen anyone that surprised. It was fun though, to constantly shock him. Eventually the family came back and we had a nice barbecue and I actually enjoyed myself. Everybody enjoyed themselves and it was actually really nice to be together and laugh. Maybe camping in December wasn't that bad of an idea, besides the cold wind that sent shivers down my spine.

 We then sat around the bonfire and we sang some songs and Troye did some solos, he can sing really well. It was really cute how the fire reflected in his glasses as he blessed our ears with his beautiful choir-like voice. It made him really attractive actually. Guys with musical talent in general are just automatically 1938272 times more attractive. His grey oversized sweater was so cute paired with the glasses and his hair, he was such a tumblr boy and I actually really like tumblr boys. We got along really well too. It was a fun night, until the rain ruined our fun. We had to put the bonfire out and get in our tents.

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look who changed the cover again, *spoiler* it me bish. I think Imma keep this onee

xo -J