sonder
in which troye works at jacob's favourite thrift store.
"mum!" "i want this!" "no! i want this!" i fuss, throwing a fit in the middle of the mall. foot stomping, shoulder shaking, flushed cheeks, i went all out. "quit it tok! or i'm gonna call krampus on you!" dad scolds. never did i think he actually would.
"Hey boy with blue eyes, got a nice ass there, huh?" "Oui?" ◆ Or where Troye is an Exchange Student from France and Jacob is a straight fuckboy who happens to find the boy with the cute French accent adorable. - I was inspired by Larry_Lashton for this book BUT THIS IS A COMPLETELY DIFFERENT STORY!! THE PLOT AND EVE...
"no," troye spat, pushing himself as far away from jacob as he could. "you're no different than the rest of them! i thought you were different, b-but you're not!" "troye-please-" jacob gasped. but it was too late. troye was gone. {a tracob texting fic}