mischief maker • a tronnor au ✔️

F I V E

I walked out into the parking lot after school to see that Troye had been waiting by my car.

"Took you long enough" he mumbled, opening the passenger door as I unlocked the car. "Ben said we need a side table for act two scene three. Whatever that means"

I nodded as I put the car into reverse and pulled out of my parking space. As I was looking to make sure I wouldn't hit anybody, I noticed Troye poking at his knee.

"How's your knee?" I questioned. Normally I would remain quiet and avoid conversation at all cost, but if I wanted to crack him, I'd need to talk to him.

"It um, it's fine?" He answered, yet his statement came out as more of a question.

Rolling my eyes, I looked over to him before turning back to the road. "You don't have to lie to me, Troye"

"I'm not lying" he stated bluntly, taking the time to remove his hand from his knee and look out the window.

"But it clearly hu-" my sentence was interrupted by Troye's actions. He had reached over and turned on the radio. After adjusting the station a few times, he finally settled on a song he liked.

He and I really didn't have that different if a music taste.

The familiar tone played throughout the car, blessing my ears with the sound. I tapped my fingers on the steering wheel to the beat. I considered singing along, but then Troye would have to hear my horrible screeching that I call singing.

Almost as if he knew was I was thinking, I softly heard Troye.

"You got a perfect one so put it on me" he sung out quietly.

I was completely taken back by his voice. Who would've thought that a voice like that would come from someone like Troye.

It was soft, low, yet at the same time it was raspy. It was angelic almost.

"If you love me right. We fuck for life." He sung along, this time a little louder.

As we stopped at a red light, I looked over to him and couldn't help but admire how confidently he sung. He bobbed his head as he tapped his fingers on the door, making the occasional hand gesture as well.

"You're a really good singer" I commented, breaking the talking silence.

Troye quickly tensed up at the mention of him singing "sorry" he whispered.

"Sorry? Why are you sorry?" My eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He's sorry for being blessed with an incredible voice? "You shouldn't be sorry for having a voice like that"

"Mmmm thanks" he stated, Turing his attention to the window. "It's not like I would be able to do anything about it anyway" I wasn't sure if I was suppose to hear that last part or not, but oh well.

"Why wouldn't you? You could seriously do pretty good things with that voice" I stated, Turing my attention between him and the road.

"That doesn't matter" he snapped harshly. "It's not like my parent would let me anyways" he mumbled very quietly. Now I knew i wasn't supposed to hear that. So, I did what any normal person should do and just ignored it.

The music continued to play throughout the car and Troye continued to sing along, this time softly. Almost inaudible.

Finally, after the most awkward silence filled car ride, we had arrived at our destination.

Troye and I quickly got out of the car and walked inside the store side by side.

"Where are they?" Troye asked, looking at the sign that made completely no sense.

"Let's ask"

After a couple of misleading signs and employees later, we had finally found the correct size of tables we needed.

We made our way to the correct isle, passing several different isles. Including one that held Halloween costumes.

I could have fun with this.

As Troye was focusing on the employee (who seemed too excited about his job), i managed to sneak out of the isle as I found my way to the discounted Halloween supplies.

It's March, yet they still have them out on display. Typical store.

As I looked through all the costumes, I finally found what I was looking for. I don't know what has gotten into me, but i really want to crack Troye and see what's wrong. Why he puts up these walls. Even if it means stepping outside of my comfort zone.

As i put the mask i found on, i sneakily walked over to the isle Troye was in. "Connah?" He called out, just noticing my absence. "Connah what the hell?" He growled.

I started nearing him, deciding that sneaking up on him from behind is his best option.

Carefully, I used my index finger to poke his shoulder before taking a few steps back. He whipped his head back, and instantly his face filled with horror as he let out a scream.

"Connor!" Troye yelled, grabbing his heart as he caught his breath. "That fucking mask isn't even scary and you managed to scare the shit out of me" He snapped, clearly annoyed with my actions.

I couldn't help but begin to laugh at him. His face was priceless.

"Stop laughing you prick!" He called out. "It's not that funny"

"It k...kinda is" I stuttered out, half because I was laughing so hard and half because I felt like he could beat the shit out of me at any given moment. "Your face was.. priceless" I laughed, trying to recreated his scared face.

Then the most unexpected thing happened.

He started to laugh. Laugh. I, Connor Franta, got the Troye Sivan Mellet to Laugh.

And I swear his laugh was the most angelic sound I have ever heard.

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As soon as Troye and I got back to the school, he grabbed the table and rushed inside the building, probably to find Hannah and tell her how much he hates me.  While I ran off to find Ingrid.

"Ingrid" I called out as I walked into the makeup room. I found her chilling on the makeup chair on her phone whilst the other two girls, Zoe and Bethany, chatted away. "Ingrid guess what?"

"What?" She asked, suddenly aware of my presence as she tucked her phone away in her pocket. "what happened?" I made a head gesturing, letting her know we should talk in the other room so no one would over hear us. "Spill"

"So we were at the car, right? And so I asked Troye about his knee..." I began to explain in Ingrid every little detail from the car ride, up until the point of Troye laughing. "...And his laugh was so genuine and cute, Ingrid. I've never heard him laugh before and it was so great" I breathed, smiling at the thought of it.

Ingrid gave me a sly smile and wiggled her eyebrows.

"What?"

"Oh Nothing..."

"Ingrid..."

"Connor..."

"What?" I questioned again.

"Oh nothing. Just sounds like my little Connie is developing a little crush on bad boy Troye."

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