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"I can't believe you're making me do this." Troye panted, his curls sticking to his sweaty forehead. Every breath he took sounded as if he was going to pass out at any moment. He squinted his eyes from the bright light hovering above him. "How do you do this every day?"

Connor slowed his movements and turned his head over to Troye who looked like a mess. A chuckle left his lips as he completely stopped so his boyfriend could catch up with him. Barely a sweat broke from his skin which Troye grew a hatred for. "We're jogging."

"At six in the morning! What kind of maniac goes jogging at six A.M. while the entire town is trying to get their sleep on. You're making me ruin the peace of sleep for these people." Troye exclaimed before placing his hands on his knees to catch a breath. His head dipped down, his eyes staring down at his shadow.

Patting Troye's back, Connor let his hands sit on his hips. "You're lucky I didn't ask Emma to join. I love her but she can really talk your ear off if you let her."

"Tell me about it. I had to share a room with her for most of my life. Be thankful your nights were never spent by Emma telling you what she ate for that day and how it tasted to her." Troye scoffed, standing back up. His breaths smoothed down but still were heavy. It felt as if weights were resting on his back. Obviously, he didn't exercise often.

Connor started jogging again, glancing back to see if Troye would follow his lead, the pale boy did. Ever since the two had sex for the first time in the school bathroom, Connor had been trying to get Troye to do activities with him. It was his first time so it meant a lot to him. He didn't want Troye to know because he thought it would make their relationship awkward. But, the pale boy seemed to act the same as he always did. He wasn't clingy or forcing them to be with each other twenty-four/seven.

Emma had told him stories about Troye's past. How the boy was practically a sex god in their old school before starting a committed relationship with the boy who broke him. It was weird to hear a girl talk about her brother in that way but it was interesting to know. Troye was a fuckboy back then. What Connor hoped and prayed for was that he wasn't just using him for sex. It would've been ridiculous because of everything they've been through together.

After a while, Connor decided to give Troye a break. Their stop was at the arcade where they shared their almost first kiss. It was a memory both boys thought about constantly. The pink lights glistening on their pale skin, all the noise was blocked from their ears, their eyes were locked on each other's lips. It was a hot and heavy moment that didn't go anywhere.

The second Troye walked into the arcade, he fell to the ground. His legs were noodles, it felt as though he lost the feeling in them. This was the result after exercising when you never do it. A groan left his lips only he could hear since his face was in the dirty carpet.

"Come on, Mr. Dramatic. Let's get a slushy." Connor chuckled, using both hands to grab his boyfriend by the forearms and pulling him up gently. Another groan came from Troye as he lazily pushed his back against Connor's chest in a dramatic form.

Troye stood up straight after Connor lightly pushed him off his chest. He interlocked their fingers as they began to walk to the food stand near the back of the arcade. Once they paid for the slushies, the couple sat at a bench.

"Tell me about your old school. What were you like?" Connor said, taking a sip of his cherry flavored slushy. He wanted to see if the boy would lie to him. Some people regret how they acted in the past so they pretended as if that part of their life never happened. It was odd but honestly came to be very important in their relationship.