Love Letters |tracob|

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connor

hot?

"yeah" troye said as he got his stuff out of his locker, suddenly having a slight smirk on his face.

"he's your best friend, yeah?" he asked.

"yeah... hmm you guys would make a great couple I bet".

troye slams his locker closed "me?" he says with a voice crack. His face turning bright red with embarrassment.

"isn't he straight though? he's on the football team and everything and-"

"yeah he is," I say cutting him off "well, catch you later!".

"uh .. yeah,..okay... bye" he says nervously.

just call me cupid connor.

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I caught up with jacob in the hallway as we walked to the gym. He had football practice till 5:30 today.

now, here's where the plan begins to get jroye... no,.. tracob, together:

"hey jake"

"hey con what took you so long?"

"oh nothing was just talking to troye... he keeps getting these anonymous love letters and stuff..." I say, "wonder who it could be".

"oh really? yeah that's weird don't you think?" he says. wow he's a really great actor at playing dumb. i'm impressed.

"not really, I think its sweet..."

he smiles shyly. yup it's definitely him.

"say jacob, written any stories lately?"

"umm not really more like poems and drawings and stuff"

hmm interesting

"can I see one of the poems?" I ask, knowing he always has his writing journal with him.

"uhh no, I don't have it with me at the moment".

bullshit

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jacob

why was connor asking me all these questions?

was he on to me? no he can't be.... right?

which reminds me that I have to go to the store to get some flowers