sonder
in which troye works at jacob's favourite thrift store.
"troye sivan, you've been served." the man in a black coat says, handing me a folder. i clench my jaw, taking it. "all i did was spill a coffee on the bloke, it's not like i fucked his mother in hindsight."
just take my hand and hold your pretty head high. we can do this, you and me.
I'm bad at descriptions... This is a rewrite of my own story "Do Over" this is just the Tracob version.