connor franta thought he knew everything there was to know about the residents of the slow little town of ivywood, pennsylvania. troye mellet thought that he'd never know what it felt like to be home, especially oceans away from half of his family. when two hearts that shouldn't have anything in common manage to collide, they're both proven wrong. candid polaroids, kisses beneath whispering trees, baby goats, and lovingly painted constellations follow.

'I get it, Con,' Troye said softly. 'We live in a blue neighbourhood. Beliefs are embedded deep, and it's hard to even mold them, let alone uproot them completely.' Coming out as a homosexual is difficult enough as it is, not to add in a society of closed-minded homophobics. Troye Sivan and Connor Franta are two boys living in such a society, fighting against people for each other, and rebelling against their own selves in a hunt for the space to accommodate their jigsaw pieces. What with struggling with their identities, their feelings and their desires, the real question in Troye's and Connor's turbulent life is: Will the anchor hold fast? Will it save them from the current, and let them reach home, for what is home, if not a room full of their safest sounds? A Tronnor fanfic, based on the Blue Neighbourhood video trilogy by Troye Sivan.

"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.

My own interpretation of the realistic Kaylor timeline, written to be as realistic and descriptive as possible. This is a work of fan FICTION. I do not mean any disrespect towards anyone being written about and am aware that all of these events and dynamics between characters are completely fictionalized. #27 in Fanfiction at its peak.