Troye Sivan, goes out to America to live his life and pursue his dreams. When he meets his new roommate, Jacob Bixenman, he starts to slowly and secretly fall in love with him.

Troye Sivan is an aspiring musician, who is lucky enough to be working with his best friend and major inspiration: Connor Franta. They spend most of their time together, but Troye starts to develop very strong feelings for the other man - who he thinks is straight. Honestly, it might be better that way, because his thirst for Connor is real and the alleged heterosexuality is probably one of the very few things to keep him from seducing the other man, which would result in the total destruction of their unique friendship. But what happens when Connor decides to come out to his friends? What happens when both of them find themselves tangled in each other and the sheets with nothing even close to platonic intentions, blinded by desperate lust and desire? - This will be a smut fic. A LOT OF SEKS MAY HAPPEN

"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.