spotlight (tronnor au)

Lies//Marina and the Diamonds

Lies, don't wanna know, don't wanna know
I, can't let you go, can't let you go
I just want it to be perfect,
To believe it's all been worth the fight,
Lies, don't wanna know, don't wanna know
{Lies, Marina and the Diamonds}

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Connor's been acting really funny lately,

I love him, I really do.

With all my heart. Theres nothing he could possibly do that could change that.

I just miss the old him.

Before I got famous, he was different.

He trusted me.

I feel like he's losing his trust in me.

I trust him.

I love him.

But how can I be with someone,

Who doesn't trust me?

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TROYE'S POV

"Connor, I'm going to Tyler's, I'll be back in about an hour."

No response.

"Connor? Con?"

Oh nononono.

What if he's in the bathroom, doing what he does when..

"Connor!"

He's not in the bathroom.

Where is he?

I walk into the kitchen.

On the refrigerator, there's a note.

I stepped out while you were in the shower. Today's a busy day for me, I was kinda running late. Didn't make you breakfast. Sorry. -Connor

He was... busy?

With what?

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"What do you think, Troye? I'm feeling the upper half, but the pants don't really scream 'movie premiere,' you know? Troye? Troye!"

"Oh, sorry Tyler. I'm just worried about Connor. He said he was 'busy' today. How could he possibly be busy? He doesn't have a job."

"Maybe he went out to find one. Now, come on, you came over to help me get dressed, so help."

"Okay, okay. No not those pants they aren't really the most "movie premiere" appropriate."

"If you had been listening, you would know that I already said that."

I look to my left and see a silver gun sitting on Tyler's coffee table.

"Tyler... What's that?"

"A gun. What does it look like?"

"Well it looks like a gun."

"That's what it is."

"Yeah, obviously, but, why?"

"A famous gay guy never knows when he's going to need to protect himself."

"Tyler that's not-"

"Troye. I have a gun. It's a legal gun. Registrated and everything. And it's not up for discussion."

"Alright, whatever."

Tyler starts fidgeting with his zipper.

"Troye... Troye I think the zippers stuck."

I start laughing.

"Oh my god! I'm crying!"

"Troye! Troye, I'm serious! Help me unzip my pants."

"What? No, you got yourself into this mess, you can get yourself out," I say, barely holding in a chuckle.

"Troye, no, help me! You know how important my outfit is! I don't want to wind up on a "what not to wear" edition of a magazine!"

"Ugh, okay, okay, okay, I'll help you get your pants off."

"Thanks."

I get on my knees in front of him and struggle with the zipper.

"Tyler, its really stuck."

"Try harder, Troye. Harder."

"I'm trying as hard as I can!"

Tyler checks his watch.

"Shit! I'm going to be late! Faster, Troye! Faster!"

I give his zipper a hard tug and he falls on top of me.

We're a mess of tangled limbs and giggles.

Until he stops giggling.

"Troye... You have a boner."

And sure enough, I did.

"So you want this too?" he asks me.

"Tilly, I-" my words are cut short by his lips on mine.

"Ty- Tyler, stop, I-I love Connor"

"For God's sake, Sivan, why? He takes a minute to get off of me.

All he does is hold you back! Can't you see? Everyone else sees it! Look at all these tweets!" Tyler pulls out his phone and scrolls through twitter, "If they can see it, why can't you?"

I slap his phone out of his hand.

"You think I give a fuck about what twitter thinks? I love him! If they don't like it then fuck them! Do you understand me Tyler? Love! Do you know what that is or are you too built toward destroying my love?"

"Troye, of course I know what love is. I love you. If you give me a chance, maybe you'll love me too-"

"No! I will never ever love you. Do you understand that Tyler? I love Connor. Okay?"

"Maybe you should go."

At that moment I swear I heard a door slam behind me, but I was too pissed to check.

"Maybe I should."

I left Tyler's house, fuming.

I should've never helped him with his stupid zipper.

We'd still be friends right now.

I feel a buzz on my butt as I make my way to Tyler's front gate. I walked here. I should've droven, so I would have to seeth for a shorter time.

I check my phone. Tyler tweeted something. I make a mental note to take off notifications for his tweets.

It'll all be over soon, don't you worry.

What the fuck is that supposed to mean? Is he talking about my relationship? If so, he's wrong, and he could't be more wrong.

The next ten seconds happen in slow motion, all starting with the sound of a gunshot coming from Tyler's house.

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So hey

that was a little... much

do you know what happened to tyler? i dont want to have to explain...

read my other stories "friends?" and "fuck you, jacob lox"

i promise theyre just as good, if not better than this story.