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)

Not so wealthy or healthy but determined Troye Sivan moves from Australia to L.A to try and make a living because of all the problems back in Australia and to get the job he has been dreaming about, to work with a man named Connor Franta at Common Culture L.A Inc. warning: contains smut, daddy kinks, whips, language, rape (not listening to the safe word) and violence i will give warnings in the beginning of chapters if needed

he had paint on his hands and for the first time in a long time troye wanted to touch someone //long way home // låpsley// *could be triggering for some people. mentions of abuse, anxiety, and depression. please be safe.*

In which two boys meet under very unfortunate circumstances.

I guess history taught us to hate

"He's my best friend." highest rank: #237

"I want to know who you are" "You know the rules, Spud. Follow them" Copyright yoohoodawon © 2017 Highest rank #7 under "Tronnor"

"you make flowers grow, even in the darkest parts of me" -/ story property of nebulanotebook.

And I will give you all my heart, So we can start it all over again | a.u|

i saw him today, he seemed lonely.