Love Letters |tracob|

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jacob

"what do you mean, what happened" connor looked at me confused.

"this whole 'troye thing'... con, i think i like troye" i said

"yeah i know" he said

"no not 'like', as in a friend like, i 'like-like' him" i confessed

"yeah, I KNOW"

"what how" i'm confused

"oh hunny, it's sooo obvious," he said with a hand on my shoulder and an eye roll

my cheeks heated up, was it really that obvious?

"i feel like i'm losing my mind because of him"

"if i didnt know any better, i'd think you're in love with him"

"well what if i am? what do i do? i don't want to ruin our friendship by confessing my love for him, nor do i want to lose him. a-and what if he doesnt like me back? then what! that ruins everything. i can't just do-"

"woah woah woah, slow down, just breathe for a sec."

i sat on my bed and connor took the chair troye previously sat in.

"the worst part is, i've been writing him love letters and putting them in his locker every week since he started school here. i've given him roses, mix tapes, poems, everything. i've basically confessed it to him, yet he doesnt know it's me"

"i think that.... you should tell him. tell him that you like him. you don't have to tell the whole school, or anything, just him"

"but what if-"

"don't say 'what if', just do it. troye is a really good person for you, you guys are perfect for each other. he even brought the lucky penny you gave him to the game"

"what really"

oh, troye, you don't know what you do to me.

suddenly we hear the door open and in comes the gorgeous, troye sivan

my jaw drops to the floor when he asks, "how do i look?"

my eyes are probably popping out of my head right now, but i don't care "troye, you look amazing" i say, grabbing both his hands in mine.

he looks down and blushes, and connor just smirks in the corner.

"okay! who's ready for some pictures" my mom yells, barging into my room.

troye and i immediately separate and he looks down and blushes even more than he was before, and i walk over to to the other side of my room; trying not the blush too much at the thought of troye.

my mom did know that troye was going to wear a dress, she didnt even question it (and i'm proud of her for that).

"you all look so handsome and beautiful, now lets take some pictures!"

we went outside until i 'forgot my phone' and that gave me time to write a letter to troye to give him tonight.

we started taking traditional pre-dance photos in my front yard. different poses, different faces, troye even took one of me and my parents. connor takes a photography class, so he knows everything about cameras and takes the best photos.

there's one that's especially my favorite, and it's on my lock screen. it's of troye and i outside by the purple flowers in my yard and i'm laughing and he's looking up at me. my arms are around his waist and his hands are on top of mine. of course, i immediately set that as my lock screen, but to make connor not feel bad, i have a group picture of all of us on my home screen.

i know ive said this plenty of times before but, i just really hope he feels the same way i feel about him.

i drove my moms car to the school where the majority was still full. we are kind of late but that's okay we have a reserved table. did i mention our homecoming dance even has a theme? well if you don't already know, it's 'A Night Under The Stars".

when we walk into the school gym, the lights are off with moving light from the ceiling all around the gym. there are gold stars all over the walls, blue balloons, and a giant moon hanging from the ceiling.

i'm glad none of my football friends are here though, it would just make this nice night with troye a disaster.

connor, troye and i went over to the food table where people were selling stuff. it just so happened matt was selling the food. troye and i smirked to each other thinking of a mischievous plan to set them up together.

"hey matt!" i said, high fiving him

"hey guys what would you like" he said eyeing connor especially on the far side of the snack table.

"can i have some water" i said paying him the money

"who are you here with tonight?" i asked him

"oh no one, i'm just working the snack table... but me and mary switch on and off for who runs it. i get to go out on the dance floor during the second half though."

"ahh nice we should dance later" i said and looked down at troye

"sorry matt you're gonna have to find someone else, i'm not letting this star football player dance with anyone else other than me"

"jacob, i didnt know you dance? congrats on the game today by the way"

"thanks, also i dont dance... but connor over there does"

we all looked over at connor who had finally picked a snack.

"so connor, i heard you dance" matt says

connor turned to us and gave us this 'what did you guys say' look

"yeah kinda i guess" he replied

"okay well we should dance when i get done with this" he says motioning to the snack table

troye and i gave each other a look of succession

"yeah sure" he says. he's totally blushing.

troye and i walk over to the punch bowl, when troye grabs a cup and poors some in. "troye! what are you doing don't even drink the punch at parties!"

"why?" he looked confused, i forgot he was from australia

"because it could be spiked with something"

he rolls his eyes "why are you rolling your eyes at me!"

he takes a sip and then says, "lighten up bix, it's a high school dance"

we got to our pre-reserved table with some people i recognized and some i didnt.

after a while of sitting and eating snacks, talking about random things and such... the part that i dreaded the most about being here was finally brought up.

this was bound to happen, troye looking at all the people dancing, and asking me "wanna go dance?"

"you can go dance i'll stay here"

he pouted

"fine" he said

this should be interesting since ive never seen troye dance before.

everyone was either dancing with their friends or who they came with that night, troye, he was out there all by himself dancing away.

and it got me thinking, he really doesnt care what anyone else thinks as long as he's having fun and having a great time. maybe i should loosen up a bit, have fun, and be happy.