yo ppl!! pls send me oneshot requests!! inboxed would b preferable 😊
also holy crap this has 14k now wtf how even?? i love you guys so so so much
ps i aM SO SORRY for being so inactive i haven't rlly had many ideas or any inspiration for writing, plus i've been busy with school (this semester i have grade 11 bio aNd a grade 12 writing class there is sO ManY assigNments!!! i'm dying pls send help)
but hopefully i can get back into the groove and put more regular updates out for u guys!
lov u all 2 pieces 💗💗
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"Troye, for the love of god, please, slow down!"
Ricky was gripping the back of the front seat, where Troye was sitting, driving erratically. JC was beside him, his boyfriend on his other side. Connor was, of course, in the passenger seat, hand grasping the doorhandle. Kian was sleeping.
"I'm not even speeding, guys! Calm down!" Troye defended himself, glancing in the rear view mirror to glare at Ricky. "Be more like Kian and stay quiet," he commented of the sleeping boy.
Ricky sat back, pouting as he crossed his muscular arms. "Con, I don't like Troye anymore," the blonde complained.
Connor grinned, rolling his eyes and shaking his head. He looked over at Troye, who was smiling equally as wide, trying not to laugh. "I don't like you either, Richard."
"How much farther to your house, Troye?" JC piped up. "I gottta piss really bad. I didn't go on the plane cause airplane bathrooms are nasty."
"Yeah, you could catch, like, chlamydia or something," added Ricky, raising his thick brows.
"Only got about five minutes, can you wait till then? I could stop at a Maccas if you really need to go," offered Troye.
"What the hell is a Maccas?"
"You know, the burger place! Oh right, Americans call it McDonalds." Troye rolled his cerulean eyes. Connor stifled a laugh, looking out the window. He couldn't wait to get outside with his camera and take pictures of the beautiful Australian scenery. There was so much he wanted to do while he was here.
He wanted to take Troye by the hand and get lost in meadows and in his ocean irises.
He wanted to lay in tall grass and stare up at the clear sky, grounded by his lover's hand in his.
He wanted to pick a bouquet of wild flowers and tell Troye how each of them reminded him of him.
He wanted to sit under the stars, finding each constellation in the freckles on Troye's skin.
"Con? We're here, come on." Kian tapped him on the shoulder. Connor jumped, breaking out of his daydream. He hadn't even heard Kian wake up.
Troye had just pulled in the driveway of a cute suburban two-story house, a flourishing garden framing the wraparound deck.
"Your house is so cute, Troye," Ricky noted as they all walked in. He was right: the entire house gave off a very homey vibe. School portraits of Troye and his siblings when they were younger lined the walls of the front room, handmade quilts were draped over the back of the worn sofa, and the sweet smell of baking wafted into the room from the kitchen.
"Troye, love? Are you back from picking up your friends?" A voice that Connor recognized called in a warm tone.
"Yes, mum, come on out. Come meet everyone!" Troye yelled back. In an instant Laurelle appeared in the doorway, a sweet smile on her face and a spoon covered in batter in her perfectly manicured hand.
She sauntered over to the group, lighting up when she recognized Connor. Laurelle approached him first, softly laying her hand on his bicep. "Well, it's so nice to meet you in person, Connor. I'm glad you're doing my baby boy some good." At this, Troye blushed a scarlet colour. "And these strapping young men are your friends?"
"Yes, ma'am. This is Ricky, JC, and Kian." Connor introduced his companions, pointing to each respectively.
"It's a pleasure to meet you all, and to welcome you to our humble little home. I hope you enjoy it here," Laurelle said earnestly, a kind smile on her face. Then she turned to her son, appearing to have remembered something. "Troye, honey, are you setting up that thing today or were you going to wait?"
Troye blinked. "What thi–oh you mean the tent? Yeah, I was gonna wait. I thought I could use their help," he motioned to the four others standing next to him, all looking at the house around them.
Laurelle nodded, seeming satisfied with his answer. "Well then, you boys do whatever! I'm going to finish my cake." And with that, she strode back to the kitchen, a slight sway in her hips.
"Can I go piss now?" JC spoke up, looking uncomfortable as he shifted his weight from foot to foot.
"Yes, shit, of course. Come on, you guys can just leave your crap there for now, we'll set up the couches downstairs later. The bathroom's up here."
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ok so pls don't hate me for the slow ass updates but here it is!!! i'm so sorry i feel like a douche D:
