Adopted By Tronnor [ON HOLD]

Chapter 9

**Skye's POV**

It's been a couple since Montana died, and Troye has gotten a little bit better. It took him a few days to get him to smile. Fuck, it took a whole lot longer to get him to laugh. But he's somewhat back to his normal self.

I smiled as I saw him laugh at a comment on Twitter. I scooted closer to him, setting my head on his shoulder. "Do they know about me yet?"

He sighed and shook his head. "No, not yet. Connor wants to make a video with you sometime."

I frowned slightly, "But I've been here for a month."

"I know, but we just need some time. It took a year for me and Connor to come out as boyfriends."

"Yeah. I know. The emotional fangirl pain it caused seeing the hints but no Tronnor confirmation."

Connor came down the stairs and sat next to Troye. Connor slipped his hand into Troye's and leaned forward, pressing a kiss to his lips.

Contain the squeal.

Contain the squeal.

Contain the squeal.

Connor pulled away from Troye and looked at me. "So, Christmas is coming up..." he started, trailing off a bit.

"I want Tyler Joseph for Christmas!" I answered immediately.

"How did I not see this coming?" Connor whispered to himself.

"What? How about Josh Dun? Or Melanie Martinez?" I gasped loudly, "or Beebo?!"

"How about something that's not a person."

I thought for a moment, "Ty—"

"Still a person," Connor cut in.

I huffed and slumped into the sofa. "Can I at least meet one of them for Christmas?"

Connor turned to Troye, giving him an expecting look. "Brendon is on tour, Josh and Tyler are on tour, and fuck knows what Melanie is doing." (And TØP isn't coming to Missouri! YOUR MOTHER WANTS TO SEE YOU AND YOU CANT BOOK TOUR DATE IN MISSOURI?!)

"What about Tyler Oakley? You should know what he's doing."

Connor shrugged and looked at Troye. "We haven't seen him in a while. And I'm not sure he knows about Skye, unless you told him. We could do that."

I gasped and sat up quickly. "Can we do it now?!"

Troye shrugged and slid his phone out of his pocket. "I'll see if he's busy. Most likely he's not so go put some shoes on."

I nodded quickly and darted off the couch and up the stairs. I ran to my room, forgetting I closed the door and ran into it. I fell backwards and glared at the door.

"Ow," I got up and opened the door, smiling as I saw a pair of Vans already laying on the floor. I grabbed them and slipped them on my feet. I would hardly ever tie my shoes, I just double knotted them and slipped them on and off.

I walked out of my room, leaving my door open this time so I wouldn't run into it, and made it back downstairs.

"So, is he busy?!" I asked excitedly, praying to God that he wasn't.

"No, he just has Marcus over." (Yes I ship Myler FIGHT ME!) Troye said, slipping his phone into his pocket and putting on his shoes.

"I get to meet the queen and Marky Butt Butt?!" I ran in front of Connor and jumped up and down, holding onto his shoulders as I did so.