Gay Boys Hit Town

2.

connors pov,, 

I was uncomfortable. The room was hot, and I was sweating. The sun burned my skin as it shone through my window. These annoying factors caused me to half awake from my slumber.

My mind told me to get up, check on Troye, and turn on the ac, but the rest of my body wanted to remain in bed. Eventually I got up, and sleepily walked down the hall into the living room. 

Troye was fast asleep on the couch, though his breathing was quick and uneven. He continuously moved his arms or legs into different positions and it was clear he too was uncomfortable. Still, Troye looked like an angel. How could someone so far from ease look so peaceful and delicate..and beautiful? 

I shook my head. My thoughts are obviously all over the place like this because it's only eight. All of this 'Troye's beautiful' nonsense is just me being tired. 

The quiet sound of Troye stirring again broke my train of thought. I slowly crept over to him and gently picked him up. Trying as hard as I could to not wake him, I tiptoe back to my bedroom and lay him down on my bed. 

I make sure he has a blanket covering him in case he finds the temperature cold, and it reminds me of the ac. As I turn to walk back out into the living room, he speaks up. 

"Thanks for the lift, babe. I would've gotten up anyway and came over here, but when I saw you staring at me, I thought you'd enjoy bringing me instead." 

I jumped at little when he first began to talk, I never would've guessed he was awake. 

"You're such a bitch, Troye." I laugh and sit next to him. 

He sits up too, and again we're facing each other. 

"So, why  were you staring?" he asked smirking. 

"Because you're a beautiful princess who deserved to sleep in a comfortable bed." I playfully bop his nose.

Troye immediately blushed, and turned away from me in attempt to hide it. He muttered something like "shut up" and buried his face under the covers. 

I laughed at his shyness and got up to finally turn on the ac. Once the cool air started blowing around the vast apartment, I let out a sigh. I stood still for a moment and thought to myself.

I'm so lucky to have a best friend like Troye. It's rare to be able to talk to someone about absolutely anything, jokingly flirt with them, and be as stupid as I am without having to be more than friends. I should probably tell him how thankful am I more often. 

I love being his friend. 

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authors note,, connor just friend zoned troye sorry bout it (yikes)