ONESHOTS

Stalkers (Tronnor)

"Stop staring at the pretty boy and eat your lunch! You haven't eaten in days."

My mind doesn't concentrate on the mouth moving right before my eyes, but I focus on the lips smiling from the table on the far left of the canteen. It wasn't the fact that I sit there staring at this boy for so long that I forget to eat, but the fact that maybe if I was slimmer he would like me.

"T-R-O-Y-E!" The boy in front of me yells, his soft voice setting down his tone firmly and restricting my eyes from trailing toward the pretty boy on the other side of the canteen. I can't help myself, he's just so pretty.

"W-H-A-T?" I yell back, finally taking a bite out of my sandwhich as he lets out a sigh to see me back on Earth.

"Troye I get so worried about you sometimes, I know that boy's pretty... but he's trouble. You know it, I know it, the whole school knows it," He begins his lecture, but it's as if I turn of my hearing and just stare at my food, wondering what would happen if I had actually taken on exercise last year instead of wallowing away in a blanket watching sitcoms. "Connor doesn't like you okay." I only hear that one sentence, as I block out all the rest. "He doesn't like anyone, Troye he's trouble." Phil Lester finishes his lecture, taking a bite out of his sandwhich and noticing how sad I look.

"I'm just gonna get something from my locker okay, I'll see you in a bit." I end the conversation, swinging my bad accross my shoulder and putting the rest of my sandwhich in the bin on my way out.

Phil's smart enough to know I'm not going to my locker, but he's also smart enough to not question it and stay silent. He's my best friend, and we've been like that ever since primary school. I remember our first day, I broke his toy and I cried because of how guilty I felt. Phil's toy was broken in half, and I was sent to 'The Naughty Corner', but he was nice enough to give me one half and we became best friends.

We had our ups and downs, one of the downs being last year he had hooked up with this boy in our year not knowing who it was. He didn't even know he was hooking up with a boy. Back then sexuality was rarely talked about, basically if you weren't straight you had to be treated differently. Sometimes it's still like that, unfortunately, but it seemed to have calmed down a little. So when the two boys realized what had happened, they finally accepted it over time of course and now they're together. I was jealous of Phil, as he knew his sexuality and I didn't, he had someone and I didn't.

He has someone and I don't.

And the one boy I want would never want to be with a boy like me.

Connor Franta is gay too, like me, Phil and Phil's boyfriend, Dan. He still seems to be one of the most popular boys in this school, and everyone is obsessed with him.

The girls are sad they're not his type.

The boys are turning gay too because of him.

He's driving me crazy.

"Troye Sivan, two years below me, well I haven't seen you in a while." I turn around after hearing such a sweet voice that rings the bells in my mind.

"Connor Franta, I can't remember the last time we talked." My heart is racing a million races at once, my thoughts are rushing and fighting a battle on what to say, my legs are aching so much I could tremble in Connor's arms.

Troye he's trouble...

"Dan actually told me you were singing in the theatre this morning so I went to take a look and you were all by yourself, I was just wondering where the crowd was."

"Crowd? I don't... I don't have a crowd." I stutter, moving my legs in the sandy grass to create figure eight patterns.

"I thought Dan meant you were singing for an event or something, but you were just alone," He starts, but then I block out his voice as I see Phil waving his hands from the window behind Connor, his face telling me to stay away from him and to run... to run now.

"Oh sorry what I wasn't..."

"Are you okay?"

"I just... Can we talk about this later I have to um..." I look back to Phil who has a worried face.

"Well then give me your number and we can talk about it tonight. I mean... if that's okay with you?" He pulls out his phone and I feel my heart racing again.

After we exchange numbers and a hug and some smiles, I return to a worried looking Phil.

"What's wrong?!"

"It's Connor! All those things about him being trouble, they're not true. His ex was spreading around rumours, Connor's a good guy and OMG YOU JUST TALKED TO HIM!"

"I believe I did..." I take out my phone, showing him a notification from an unknown number.

Unknown Number:
Hey it's Connor, wanna grab a bite later? xx

Very short oneshot, I was just bored and felt like I needed some fluffy stuff but without the drama and depth, just to the point I guess.
Have a nice day :)
- Danmeg (is what everyone is calling me now)