Dying | Tronnor

Thirty-six

Connor's pov:

*At the new house*

As we arrived at a old fashion cabin, I immediately fell in love. Troye was too he was taking pictures with his phone. We ran up the wood stairs as our bags crashed against the shiny wood. We ran up to the room we would be sharing. Sadly me and Troye could not share a bed (lol eye roll🙄) We jumped on the beds, I chose the one closet to the window. We both pulled out our phones and took a selfie together. I tweeted the picture. Faggot, EWWWW Gross why did he move with that psycho? He tried to kill himself too. They should kill each other, ugly fags. I read the comments aloud, Troye's smile fell. "Delete those people and block them, we don't need them and we will never see them again." Troye said rubbing my back, I forgot we would do the last year of high school on our computers. I blocked and muted all of my old school mates as I walked over to Troye, he was bent over putting his charger in the wall.   I came over and lifted his chin up, kissing him deeply. "Excuse me?" I heard a voice behind me, Nicola. "Oh uh hey" I replied as Troye looked at the ground. "Ok well lover boys mom wants a family meeting and its dinner." She said running back downstairs. We walked hand in hand to the chicken and rice. There was also vegetables and pasta. I sat down across from Troye and he winked at me, God I love that wink. I kicked his foot before grabbing a spoonful of rice. "So everyone like there rooms?" My dad asked. We all nodded. "Yea me and Connor have a very nice view" Troye said kicking me under the table. I nodded before lifting up his pant leg and cheekily smiling. "That's good boys, you both share a bathroom, no funny business." My dad said winking at us. We awkwardly laughed as my mom laughed and elbowed him. It seems like life was finally good again.