"What should we do?" Connor said, holding hands with the younger boy, swinging their arms.
Troye shrugged, "I dunno."
"How about we go back to my apartment? We can hangout there, I can invite more people if you want, otherwise it'll just be just us two."
"Tomorrow let's do something with people, but for now i just want to spend time with you."
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أدب الهواةConnor Franta thought love was real. He thought they were real. Tronnor was real. Troye Sivan thought love was fake.
