Love Letters |tracob|

8

troye

I arrived at school a little later than usual; as in almost being late to my first class. I quickly stopped at my locker to put my jacket in there before the bell rang.

I don't know why but when I saw that there was another letter in there with the same heart on it; my panic disappeared and I felt this sort of warmth and loving feeling fill me.

The feeling that someone likes me.

someone cares and spends their time doing this for someone who might not even like them back.

do I even like them back?

Suddenly I snap back into reality.

troye what are you doing you don't even know who it is! they could be a stalker or something. Some sort of perv even.

I check my watch.

Literally less than a minute and I have to be in class.

_______________________

Unfortunately, I didn't get the chance to open the letter till last period. I'm kinda glad though because then I would be with Connor.

"connie I got another letter today! Wanna see me open it?

"sure troye boy"

"I'm kinda glad whoever they are delivered it today because I was kind of already having a bad day from the start..." I said sighing. "Basically this is the only thing i've been looking forward to all day".

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jacob

I watch intently as troye opens the letter I sent him. It was a poem that ive written in this class actually, from the first time I saw his eyes. He looked so happy opening my letter.

His eyes, his face, his smile,... you can just see him light up.

Hey, even if I've never talked to him once in my life, at least I can make him happy somehow.

He opens it and his eyes skim over each line. He starts to blush.

Damn it he's so cute.

"why are you blushing, troye boy! what does it say!" connor says smirking.

"Oh con," he says as if his heart was melting, putting his hand up to his heart.

"it says,

dear troye,

in my mind,

your eyes are like the ocean and I just keep swimming in them.

i'm trying hard not to drown,

but I keep getting pulled under.

-💌💌

"TROYEEEEEE!," connor yells as my eyes pop out of my head at how loud he's being.

"THIS BOY IS IN LOVE WITH YOUUUUU!"

"con shut up you're being too loud and no he's not" I hear troye say.

Oh troye, if only you knew.

"ugh I wish I knew who this was! I would literally marry them!" troye says.

to be honest, i'm pretty young so i'd say let's start out slow.

"Like honestly, what's next? Flowers?!"

good idea troye.

"And what the fuck connor they write poetry! po-et-ry" he says while clapping each syllable.

yeah... about that... I write poetry quite often, actually. No one besides connor knows though because that could ruin my reputation as "the straight male football player".

Honestly who said I can't be both? society apparently, and high school stereotypes.

There is a lot of things people don't know about me.

I'm just looking for someone I can share that stuff to.

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connor

After the bells rings, I go bring troye to his locker where we continue to talk about mr. mystery man.

"... like honestly con, where do you find a guy that writes poetry these days?" troye asks me.

"I don't know troye, but if you find 'em, keep 'em. I only know like two people that I know write poetry."

"really, who?" he asks me.

"well, yours truly of course," I say with a smug smile.

"and..."

suddenly my mind clicks.

a) jacob write poetry

b) i'm not supposed to tell anyone but I promised him

"... connor?" I hear troye say.

"yeah?" I say, shifting back to reality.

"You said you know two people who write poetry; one being yourself." he reminds.

nah I ain't telling him. I got investigating to do.

"oops must have counted myself twice" I say.

troye just giggles like the goofy boy he is.

"okay well, got to go troye boy! I have to go meet Jacob now" I say as I start walking away.

"oh yeah he's that hot guy that sits behind us in chem right?"

I freeze and turn and walk back to troye with my mischievous smile.

"hot?"