BFB | TRONNOR

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"Can you guys not make out while I'm sitting here, eating. I'm going to vomit." Troye whined, lightly lifting his bowl of cereal in the air as he sat on a lounge chairs in the living room. It was nine in the morning on a school day. Apparently, it snowed a little during the night so the students had a delay till ten a.m. Joe arrived at the Mellet house, since he was walking distance, to drive Emma to school instead of Troye.

Emma and Joe pulled away from each other, the sound of their lips disconnecting made Troye's entire body shiver into hives. The brown-haired girl rolled her eyes at her brother, her hands continuing to stay on the back of Joe's neck as his hands rested on her waist. "If you don't like it then go to your room."

"Why don't you?! You're practically about to have sex right in front of me!" Troye exclaimed, shaking his head as he removed his legs from the arm of the chair to place them on the floor. He put the bowl of cereal on the coffee table As he stood up, he grabbed his crutches and rested his armpits on them, balancing himself. "Heteros."

Again, Emma rolled her eyes and removed herself from Joe's hold. She reached for the remote, turning down the volume of the cartoons Troye was watching as she tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. Glancing back to Joe who now had his back against the couch, she leaned into his arm resting on the top. "So, what do you want to do now?"

"We could make out some more." Joe answered, wiggling his eyebrows as the tips of his fingers traced Emma's shoulder his hand was near. When she brushed them off lightly, he received the message and let his hand rub against the soft fabric of the couch.

Sighing, Emma ran a hand through her hair. "Let's talk about something. What's been going on with you? Anything happening?"

"I don't know, Em..." Joe trailed off with a small shrug. He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, unsure what to talk about. Suddenly, a thought popped to mind. Lightly tapping Emma's shoulder as he parted his lips to speaks. "How is Tronnor doing?"

Confusion bloomed across Emma's facial features. Raising an eyebrow, she chuckled stiffly, not understanding what that word meant. "Tronnor? What is that?"

"Troye and Connor, it's their names combined." Joe replied calmly, laughing lightly. "How are they doing with the whole couple stuff? Connor is terrible at relationships. One time, his ex-girlfriend asked him if she looked fat in this blouse and he said, 'yeah, kinda.' It was the funniest thing."

Her body tensed. Emma felt like someone zipped her lips shut as she tried to speak. It was unbelievable what she was hearing. Troye promised. He promised. Stuttering for a few moments, she finally found words. "They're dating? Where did you get that from?"

"Zoe told me." Joe said. Tilting his head to the side, he didn't understand why Emma looked so confused until he realized. "Oh, I guess you didn't know. Are you okay? You look a little pale."

Before Emma could reply, Troye walked out of his bedroom slowly because of the crutches. A tired look was on his face, as if he just woke up even though he had been awake for two hours. He grabbed his book bag that was hanging on one of the dining room chair. "Hey, I'm gonna head off early. I have to meet up with Kian and Jc for this project for History."

"What is it?" Emma asked.

"Presidents." Troye replied immediately, his movements rushing towards the door before Emma could ask any other questions.