AU: Connor sends a text message to a wrong number by accident. Things progress from there. (note, this fic has been modified from an original Glee fic, and is not my own work)

“stop staring at me,” troye mumbles, slowly and with his eyes still closed. his voice is deeper than normal and honestly, connor shouldn’t still be affected by this.“ ‘m not,” connor replies softly, watching the sudden quirk at the corner of troye’s mouth. “sure, con.” or, troye and connor spend a day in while troye visits los angeles.

"Let me tell you the story, about what happens when a heart as cold as ice meets one made of gold." What happens to the things that nobody can remember? Are they forgotten? Did they mean anything at all? Did they even exist at some point? All his life, Connor has been told that he must forget. That he must let go and move on, and live the life he has been gifted with, even after the tragedy. But Connor doesn't want that. He keeps in mind the same series of noises over and over, every day, just to get by and to convince himself that it wasn't just a dream. That it happened. That it was real. That he was real. For the past ten years he has been moving from place to place, with barely any interest to accommodate himself. That is until he reaches that town... and meets him. Funny, how it works in the ways of the heart.

Troye Mellet is not popular. He's middle class in the teenage hierarchy and the head of the bitter kids. Cocky "populars" and superficial teens are his enemies, and high-school society his hell. But, behind the social ruse that is his hatred, there is a deep sadness. Loneliness; bottled and festering into complete misery. Connor Franta is popular, and he is weighed down by that label. He's the shyest one of his group, the vulnerable one, the easiest one to tease. Terrified of losing his "friends," even with their constant bullying, Connor's life is a whirlwind of anxiety. He's miserable, but the idea of sitting alone at lunch shakes him to his core. When a group of underdog teachers notice their unfortunate similarities, these seemingly polar opposites are brought together. Both boys find life-altering answers, love and comfort within a person they've been trained to hate. After all, since when did the truest kind of love care about status? TW: self-harm, eating disorders, talk of suicide, gun violence, smoking. (Nothing to the extent of a mature content filter)