Notes

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It's been ages, I know! I honestly don't feel great about my writing in this book so I'm not sure if I'm going to continue it. Let me know what you think of it!

a week after the dance, troye knew it was time to tell connor that he was the one who had been sending him the notes, and that he was the supposed 'mystery girl'. to say he was nervous was the understatement of the century.

he was simply terrified that connor would be disappointed that there was no mystery girl.

***

the two sit in connor's room, connor's head resting on troye's shoulder and their hands laced. "so, the er... mystery girl who's been sending you notes..." troye begins. "tro, i like you. i don't need her." connor assures troye, leaning over to kiss him on the cheek. "c-con it was me who was sending the notes."

connor's eyes widen, and his mouth is agape. "i-it was you? why wouldn't you tell me?" connor asks, his eyes looking slightly sad.

"well at first, i didn't think you'd ever like me. then we became friends... and here we are." troye whispers, smiling a little. "w-what is this?" connor asks, motioning between them. "i... i don't know. but i know what i want it to be."

"and what's that?" connor asks, raising his eyebrows. "i want you to be my boyfriend." troye admits. "m-me too. i want that too." connor says, all too quickly. "s-so... boyfriends?" troye asks, and troye simply nods.

connor slowly leans in, and kisses troye slow and sweet, smiling into the kiss. "wow." troye whispers. "yeah, wow." connor agrees.

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Omg guys what did you think?! Yes this was short but I'm proud of it (kinda)