The Crash That Sparked Love

Chapter 45.

Connors P.O.V;

"Ding dong Troyes a nong ding dong he has a long-"

"Don't go any further Franta!" Troye yelled blocking his ears.

I was just going to say long neck?

Jesus boy get your head out of the gutter would you?

"Troye would you just focus on the task at hand and stop getting distracted?" I asked shaking my head.

"You're the one distracting me!"

"I was singing not doing the heel and toe poker in a bloody tutu!"

Now there's an idea...

Actually no we all remember what happened last time.

"Okay that is quite enough out of you I would like to sleep tonight!" Emma yelled screwing up her face.

"Well I'm not stopping you?"

"Uh no but the image of you doing the heel and toe poker in a tutu is, thanks very much for that." 

"Troye how would you feel about that?" I asked.

"How would you like my YouTube channel to be in use again?" He challenged with a smirk.

Yeah um never mind. 

"Oh uh I-I mean your fans would love it but I don't need it so yeah never mind." 

"Exactly now if you could kindly shut up so I can get this photo shoot done it'd be great." He gave me a sarcastic smile and then turned back to the photographer.

And again I'm not stopping him.

That boy just gets distracted way too easily.

Much like me in school.

I opened the twitter app and decided to just scroll through dm's, and creep on some people. 

'ConNOR JoEL STOp LIkiNG mY TWeetS' 

Well what a way to start- oh shit.

It's the same girl from before.

How the hell did she get a dm with me? 

I don't follow her!

'YOU READ THAT MESSAGE I HAVE PROOF SHOW YOURSELF FRANTA!'

'Oops? Hehe ;)' 

I sent my reply and immediately closed the app.

Okay so maybe twitter has cursed me for some unknown reason?

I opened the instagram app instead, not that there's ever much on here.

The majority of my feed is cats, my boyfriend, and aesthetically pleasing food.

I low key follow Troye Sivan fan accounts because I'm low key in love with the guy.

An obvious statement considering I'm dating him. 

"Oi stalker wake up!" Troye yelled pegging his shirt at me which landed right over my face.

Convenient considering he is now shirtless.

I quickly pulled it off to be very disappointed, he put a hoodie on. 

"What do you want?" I grumbled.

"Like my hoodie?" He asked spinning around. 

"Yeah it's cute- HEY THAT'S MINE!"

"Now now we must learn to share Connie."

Don't give me that, I can share... believe me.

"Okay so I must share the photos I still have of you in hospi- oh."

Okay I went a little far.

His eyes narrowed; "You what?" 

"Uh um, coffee anyone? My shout haha bye!" I quickly ran towards the food truck at the end of the street.

So what if I snuck photos of him in hospital when he was asleep?

That's not creepy if you're friends with them!

Okay maybe it is but can you blame me?

He's attractive I couldn't help myself!

I just have to try and justify that to him...