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.

The one with acute depression, pink tiled bathrooms, chromed headphones, a ratchet old car, a blue eyed boy with big dreams and a boy with sad green eyes who looked for someone to fill a void a little black kitten on the side of the road and grungy high school with a terrible mold problem. (The point of view of this story will shift between 1st, and 3rd. And between people sometimes, also I'm sorry my writing style changed partway through the book I'm lame and I can never stick to an idea)

the one where troye forgets the one person who was always there for him.

I guess history taught us to hate

technically troye kissed him first. technically connor shouldn't have kissed back. technically troye has a boyfriend.

/ / WE'RE HOLLOW LIKE THE BOTTLES THAT WE DRAIN / /

"is this what you want?" "you are all I want."

tronnor au // may get smutty at some point

{ON INDEFINITE HIATUS} It is such a cliché. A town so small everyone knows each other's middle name. A friendly little coffee shop with wine-coloured walls. The soft-spoken owner hears whispers over the counter: a mysterious, fashionable stranger arrived that morning. And he is a sort of beautiful Connor has only seen in magazines. Boy meets boy, and they both know their plot together is short, unattached and basic. That is, until a pastry, a month and an offer is given. And that exhausted story you've heard so many times... ...becomes wonderful.