Connor hurriedly ran up the stairs to Troye’s apartment. Not that he was really in a particular rush but subconsciously was just very excited to see Troye.
As he got to Troye’s door he stopped before it while catching his breath for a bit and fixing up his hair slightly. He knocked twice and soon heard the Australian call ‘come in!’ from the other side, Connor found himself to be slightly hesitant.
“You can come in the door is open!” he called again as Connor shrugged to himself and walked in, Troye sounded very distressed and once Connor was inside he saw why. The boy looked as if he was frantically looking for something as he rushed down the hallway, not even seeing Connor yet. “I’m sorry I will be right with you!” he called from his bedroom.
Connor walked around the living room, admiring décor, while chuckling under his breath over how stressed Troye sounded over what had to be something small.
“Oh Connor,” Troye said surprised as he walked in the living room, stopping in his tracks, while Connor was taking a look at the books in his bookcase. Shock was slightly evident on Troye’s face, his cheeks soon became a light crimson.
“Hey Troye, what you looking for?” Connor asked as he put a book back in its place.
“Oh uh, my phone I just can’t seem to find it,” he said as he scratched the back of his head as he looked around him again, scanning his eyes over the living room.
“Oh well it's a good thing I came over then, I thought it was a weird place to put a phone, but it’s over there on the coffee table, there under a coaster,” Connor said with a chuckle while Troye sighed and face palmed himself.
“Right,” he said as he walked over and picked up the phone from it's odd hiding place, while collapsing on the sofa. “Take a seat Con,” he said as he patted the spot beside him while Connor obliged and sat down, with a measurable amount of space between them. “What brings you over Con?” he asked intrigued as he sat up properly and looked to Connor’s eyes.
Connor’s breath hitched slightly. What the hell was he doing? He had no plan what so ever. He just went over to Troye’s on a whim, without even thinking. What he was even going to say? Connor frantically tried to come up with something as Troye waited for an answer, concerned by Connor’s wide eyes and now quick intakes of breath.
“Con, are you okay?” he asked with a raised eyebrow, as the green eyed boy seemed to not even hear his question. Connor eventually snapped himself out of it and shook his head slightly.
“Uh yeah, Tro…I uh just…uh…”
“Whatever it is Con, you should know you can tell me,” Troye said as he inched closer, now a mere few centimetres from Connor, both their heart rates rising in pace.
“It’s nothing huge, don’t know why I blanked out there, just wanted to uh…hang out I guess,” he said as he played with the hem of his sweater nervously.
“That’s what you were so nervous to say?” Troye said with a soft chuckle. “I would gladly hangout with you Con, what you wanna get up to? I mean look at the rain,” he said as they both gazed to the window as the now harsh rain beat against it. “You wanna watch movies or something?” Troye suggested as Connor smiled to him, a smile Troye could see was forced.
“You know Troye, I just wanna talk,” he said truthfully with a shrug.
“That’s sounds great too,” Troye agreed. “Should I make coffee?” he asked.
“Is that really a question?” Connor countered.
“Yeah, you haven’t changed a bit,” Troye said with a giggle as they stood up from the sofa and Troye starting to make their coffee while Connor followed and took a seat on the counter, observing Troye closely and noticing the boy’s mannerisms had not changed a bit, making him smile to himself.
