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It was a small service.

Peter didn't have much friends or family and frankly, Connor didn't care to reach out to many people. His father died, he didn't really feel like conversating about his feelings.

The mourners placed the flowers on peters casket as the funeral started. The priest made his blessings and such, and people cried. Truthfully, some tears were fake.

Troye was a bit late. He had debated whether he really wanted to go or not. He ended up going, but as soon as he got there, he regretted his decision. Emily was all touchy-feely with Connor. It made him nauseous.

Connor was having wild flashbacks of the good times with his dad, his mind blocking out the bad. He didn't even notice Troye show up.

Troye left mid-service. He came to pay his respects, but he couldn't handle all the emotions Emily and Connor were giving him.

Soon, the service was over. "Lets go, babe. We can go pray sat the church." Emily said, tugging at Connor's sleeve. He wouldn't get up. She was acting like a child.

"Fuck off, okay?" Connor snapped at her. He was sick of her bull shit.

"He's in a mood. Let's go." The priest said as he guided Emily away. She was annoyed that Connor didn't do what she told him to.

Troye, too, was having flashbacks, back to the good times with Connor. He wondered around the graveyard and thought. His entire childhood was spent with him, and he simply couldn't deal with Connor not wanting any part of him anymore.

He sat down on some steps. He was distraught. He came to be there for Connor, but he couldn't bear seeing him even next to Emily.

Connor left his fathers grave. He felt drunk, not being able to get a hold of reality.

Eventually, he saw a mop of brown curls. He knew them, they were Troyes. He stumbled towards him and took a deep breath as he tapped Troyes shoulder. He missed him, and he needed his best friend.

Troye was happy to look up and see Connor Franta standing over him. He sprang up to be at eye level. He opened his arms wide for a hug.

Embracing Troye longingly, Connor was on the bride of tears. He missed those warm welcoming arms. Connor pulled away, looking into Troyes eyes. Instinctively, Connor leaned in for a kiss.

Troye too was on the bridge of tears. He gladly met Connor half way and their lips met.

The boys heard a scoff. The pulled away and looked at the source, it was Emily.

"Connor. Get over here right now." She demanded. "He's mine! Leave us alone!" She yelled at Troye.

"Why's he yours if he wants me so bad?" Troye asked.

Connor looked to Troye, then back at Emily. 'I'm sorry' he mouthed to Troye as he walked down the steps to his girlfriend.

In disgust, Emily grabbed Connor by the elbow and scolded him in the ear about how "his dad warned her" and how she knew "he never changed"

Troye was shocked. He actually expected Connor to stand up to Emily. She was, however, very hard to tell no to.