Connor's breath got hitched, "Y-you?"

Troye nodded with a smirk, "Indeed I did."

Connor felt nervous and frightened, why did this adorable Australian boy like him? Why Connor? Connor wasn't interesting- he was boring and mundane with a beautiful Instagram feed. Doesn't mean he deserved someone with as much talent as Troye. At the same time, Connor just wanted to plant his lips on that boy and have a make out session in Tyler's living room.

"Well then," Connor replied with a slight smile. 

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you yesterday," Troye started. "I was just so nervous and actually excited we were sitting close enough that I could talk to you without seeming like a stalker... Even though I kinda am a stalker." 

Connor chuckled, "It's fine. Really. The notes were very flattering if anything." 

Troye blushed, "Those took me so long."

They continued to talk, with a few things chimed in from a drunk Tyler laying on the floor. They seemed to be best of friends at the end of the night, they told their secrets to each other, fears, desires, hobbies, and soon Troye pecked him on the cheek as he stood up. "I should be heading back to my hotel. I've had a lovely time, Connor. Here's my number." He handed the American boy a crumbled piece of paper with neat handwriting. 

Troye pulled on his shoes with a last goodbye wave before leaving Tyler's apartment. Tyler was drunk and passed out on the ground since the last hour. Connor sighed and pulled Tyler up onto his shoulder like a doll, and the drunken body of Oakley was placed in his bed by Connor. Connor turned down the lights and tucked Tyler in. He smirked at the sleeping boy as he left the room. He headed home and laid down in his own cold bed.

He turned off the lights, darkness surrounding him, while he laid there thinking. He just made an amazing friend who also had feelings for him... And Connor felt like he was having feelings show up for the younger boy too. 

"Oh fuck," Connor moaned and rolled over to face his phone. He turned it on and made sure he had Troye's number now saved into his phone. Most likely Troye would still be awake, and Connor decided to text him.

Connor: HEY IT ME

Connor: CONNAH

Troye💙🍰 is typing

Troye💙🍰: CONNAH FRANNIE WASSUP

Connor Franie💛: nothing much I can't sleep 

Troye💙🍰: neither can I

Connor Franie💛: can we meetup tomorrow? Just us 😊

Troye💙🍰: ye 

Troye💙🍰: I'll come meet you at your house at 11. BETTA BE AWAKE CONNIE

Connor Franie💛 typing...