Lovesick. - Tronnor ✔️

7.

The raindrops were hitting the roof of our tent, creating a soft, relaxing sound. Yet, it was hard enough to keep us both from our sleep. 

'Camping in December, who thinks of that?' I groaned as I snuggled into my 2 sleeping bags even more. The zippers were broken so they both served more as blankets than as cocoons. I felt really cozy. Troye sniggered,

 'Our parents, apPARENTly' he said, grinning like an idiot. I sighed and facepalmed myself. 

'Ohmygod..' I muttered, 'the door is right over there' I said pointing in the air. 'Why did I ever agree to this?' I asked myself in a sigh, turning around to face Troye, smirking at him so he knew I was joking. His skin was pale and the bags under his eyes seemed to deepen with every second that passed. I must have looked really weird staring at him, because Troye curiously asked: 

 'What are you thinking about?' his voice raspy and low. 

'You' I said without thinking about it first. It was when I saw the weirded-out look on Troye's face that I realized how weird that actually sounded.

 'I mean, you look so.. pale, you look so..' 

'exhausted?' Troye finished, with a slight question mark at the end.

 'yeah' I said while nodding. 

'Yeah I've been told that before, my migraine gets worse when I don't get enough sleep' he explained with a timid smile, but it wasn't happy. I couldn't imagine what it was like to live every day with headaches, randomly vomiting and black spots on my vision. Missing at least 2 days of school a week because getting out of bed in an unattainable task. 

'Well we should try to get some sleep then' I said softly, trying to show some solidarity. I turned around, facing my side of the tent again. I heard Troye turning around as well. I wouldn't know how I would live with that, not being able to swim or do any sort of sport. Having to do all my tests later than the rest of the class, studying with a constant headache. Monthly trips to the doctor because the new medicine didn't work, again. This boy had gotten my utter respect. And I felt bad for how I had judged him, he was a strong one. 

I turned around again, for some reason I wasn't able to get comfortable. Troye was still facing the other way, I could hear him breathing: short inhales and long exhales. His shoulders were shaking. He wasn't asleep. He looked so tender, he was so skinny as well, I could break him with one hand.

 'Troye' I whispered, in case he was asleep. 

'yes' he answered.

'You're shaking' 

'I know' 

'Are you cold?'

 '....No it's fucking hot in here can't you see me sweating?' he groaned sarcastically. 'yes I'm cold you idiot' he stated.I rolled my eyes but couldn't suppress a smile, I liked the way he could turn so fiery in 0.4 seconds without a warning. He was unpredictable, one moment he would be looking like a dark troubled teenager that could kill you with a look, and the next he was smiling like a 5 year old boy. And right now, he was vulnerable, tender, but didn't want to show it. Therefore he covered it up with sarcasm.

 I noticed goosebumps on his upper arm. I moved closer to him. I wasn't sure if what I was doing was okay, but I was sure he would tell me if it wasn't. I pulled his covers up and shoved underneath them, I wrapped my arms around the shaking boy. I could feel him flinch but he quickly relaxed. He was little spoon, I was big spoon. I pulled my own covers over us too, and the boy stopped shaking. A warm feeling exploded in my stomach.

Shit.

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'Connor..' I heard Troye's voice and I felt a poke in my flank. I didn't want to wake up, what time was it? It felt like 7 AM. 'Connor' Troye said, a bit louder.

 'mhmm' I groaned and I opened my eyes. A ray of sunlight fell on my face so I closed them again because of the harsh light. 

'Your dad's making breakfast right now, we better get dressed.' He said. I nodded and opened my eyes again. Troye had knelt down next to me, his glasses were already on his face. I sighed and sat straight up and shoved towards my own side of the bed, as I was still laying on Troye's. I wasn't sure whether to talk about it or not, or make a remark about it. But I decided not to, as it would only make things awkward, which wasn't necessary because they weren't.

 I took my hoodie off and reached for my bag to grab a clean one.

 'Are you coming with today? I think I heard my mom say we are going rafting nearby.' I asked Troye, I looked at him and he was already looking.

 'Yeah I guess, I only have a headache right now, and my dad will call me weak if I don't go.'

 I frowned, 'you know that's not true right.' I said as I pulled my clean grey hoodie over my head. Troye shrugged, 

 'I don't know, maybe it is' he stated, fumbling with his fingers. His brows knitted. I knew there was nothing I could do to slam those thoughts out of that boy. Who knew how long his dad was already making those stupid and irrational remarks.

 'Who did you say was making breakfast again?' I asked, changing the subject.

 'Your dad' 

'oh no.. I hope your stomach isn't as weak as your father says you are' I joked, I winked at him. He smiled, he looked cute when he smiled. I thought about the way I held him the night before. It had felt really relaxing and comfortable. It felt safe. We walked to the picnic-tables on the hill next to our camping site where dad had set up everything for us to eat his meal, which consisted of meatloaf, sausages and scrambled eggs. I sat down next to Troye. 

'You know you can just say you're a vegetarian and eat some dry crackers' I whispered to him. Troye laughed, 

'Don't worry I can handle it' his eyes twinkled and he had a healthy blush on his pale face Maybe he really was feeling better already. 

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feels are building up, SPEAKING OF FEELS, HAS ANYONE SEEN THE NEW PLL EPI? *spoiler alert btw* (if some of you even watch pll) BC OMG THE EZRIA FEELS (if you looked at my profile you would know I have also written a fair amount of ezria fanfics lmao, also, follow me nutellatronnor *winks like Connor*) AN EZRIA PROPOSAL IS WHAT I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR ALL THESE YEARS OMG YES THE TEARS

xo -J