Dreaming in Blue

for him.

Connor's POV

School seemed to be killing me slowly.

I stared at my red A+ on my paper. It didn't seem to bring me any joy anymore.

The last few days had been thoroughly stressful and tense and I hadn't seen Troye for a couple days.

"Class, make sure your class projects are ready for presentation tomorrow" my teacher grumbled boredly.

Shit. I wanted to slam my head on the desk. I forgot that me and Troye were doing a project together. Troye had been absent the past few days and hadn't been answering my texts at all. But he was reading them.

I sighed and walked out of class as the bell rang. I didn't want to seem like a whiner, but my life sucked pretty bad. My ex was going to die and the person I'm in love with isn't talking to me.

My thoughts were slammed out of my head as I was hit against the lockers.

"You're pretty boyfriend is gone. You're mine sweetie." Sebb snarled in my ear.

I was pushed to the ground, winded and then picked back up like a rag doll.

"You probably even like when I touch you don't you ya little fag." Sebb said, caressing the side of my face gently then slapping me hard. I wondered how he knew I was gay but that wasn't the biggest problem at the moment.

Three other guys were surrounding me and I struggled uselessly in Sebb's iron grip.

I was thrown to the ground the second time and I gasped for air, only to be cut off as someone kicked me in the stomach. Hard.

A foot slammed up against my face and I cried out in pain.

"Shut up!"

Another kick. And another one.

It never seemed to end and my blue eyed angel was nowhere to be seen.

And then it stopped. I guess they got bored with me and I stayed there on the ground, shocked and very bruised.

I just wanted to go home.

I sat up. That's a good idea actually. I'm gonna go home.

I glanced at the clock. There was only two periods left of school, no one would really notice if I was gone.

So I stood, ignoring the pain, and walked out of the building into the fresh air. I started walking mindlessly even though I told myself I was going home.

An hour later I found myself at Suburbia and I walked into the warm coffee shop.

Music was playing. No, someone was singing.

It was the most mournful and gentle singing I had ever heard. It flowed around me, warming me inside and making my heart hurt. I turned the corner to see Troye, sitting up on a little stool on the cafe's stage, and singing.

His eyes were closed as he sang, feeling the music.

"You don't have to say, "I love you, " to say I love you

Forget all the shooting stars and all the silver moons

We've been making shades of purple out of red and blue

Sickeningly sweet like honey, don't need money

All I need is you

All I need is you, you."

I slid into a small empty table to listen more.

"We're not a commercial for anyone else

We go out for coffee

And keep it to ourselves

We make little homes out of three-star hotels

And I know what you're feeling

'Cause I feel it as well."

I froze. What?

I remember watching the shooting stars with him. I remember wearing red and blue. I remember going out for coffee before seeing Isaac at the hospital. I remember the three star hotel we stayed in.

Troye finished his song with a flourish and people politely clapped.

I couldn't bring my hands up to applaud.

He put down his small guitar and looked up, immediately seeing me standing there like an idiot. His eyes widened.

I ran up to him and hugged him hard, ignoring his surprised gasp.

"I love you Troye."

He pulled me back and smiled, brushing away a tear. I was crying?

"I love you Connor."

And then his lips pressed to mine and I welcomed them blissfully.     

I know it was short. But it needed to be finished. 

~ChatNoir