mischief maker • a tronnor au ✔️

E I G H T

The next day at school, I watched Troye in the most non-stalkerish way as possible.  I tried to notice who he acted different around, and with whom he kept up the bad boy act with.  And, of course, he kept up his act with everybody other than Hannah and Tyler.

Maybe he has a thing for Tyler Oakley? 

It is a possibility, however, it would go nowhere as long as Tyler is dating Korey.

Eventually, I brushed all this away and continued doing school work like normal. Then when play rehearsals come around, I could be extra sneaking, and maybe I could get a few hints out of Troye.

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Rehearsals had started up, so Troye and I sat backstage and watched them rehearse from the sidelines,  running out on stage to collect and move set pieces when needed.

Spike up a conversation  my  mind kept repeating to me. If I ever wanted to find the truth about Troye, it would require me to break out of my comfort zone to talk to him.  So I sat there, waiting and waiting as we watched the actors on stage receive their constructive criticism from the director. 

"When you say your line, Tyler, you need to make sure you project to the audience. Okay?"

"Walk to stage left instead"

"Don't do that"

I looked over at Troye, still trying to figure out what I should say, and I saw him noticeably sighing in disappointment.  I furrowed my eyebrows and cocked my head.

"This is so stupid" he sighed out, glancing over at me. "It's a waste of our time"

"Tell me about it" I decided to reply with. I walked over to the old couch sitting backstage, waiting to be taken on for the next scene. "It's beyond boring"

"The school puts on too many things for students to get hyped about, yet in reality it's just pure torture. Like, a school musical might seem fun, but the labor work and hours put into it are exhausting" He walked over and sat down on the couch next to me, slouching forward a bit. "And football games? They make it seem like it's so important, when really you just watch a whole bunch of dudes throw a ball for fun, with the chances of injury" As Troye continued to speak, I noticed that he did have a point. The school tried to male everything seem fun when in reality, it's exhausting and they're just trying to take your money for useless crap. "And don't even get me started on dances. They seem fun and all, but you feel like shit when you're not going with your friends or a date"

That caught my full attention as I turned to him. "You're not going with anybody to the spring dance?"  Troye noticeably sighed and sat back, eyes never leaving the actors on stage.

"No..." He trailed off "...I was planning on going with Hannah and Ty-, erm, but I think she's going to ask her crush to go with her. I don't want to be third wheeling"

I noticed how he began to say Tyler's name, but stopped halfway through. "Who's Hannah's crush?"  I brushed off the Tyler thing, raising my eyebrows.

"Your Ingrid friend" he mumbled under his breath. "Wait, I mean, uh" his eyes visibly widened as he spoke, trying to cover up his tracks.  "Ah shit" he giggled.

He flipping giggled.

"Well?" He questioned, slightly irritated with me. "Are you going or not, mousey?"

"What? Oh, well I was planning on going with Ingrid, but I guess I'm going alone now"

"Mousey going to a social event on his own? Wow"

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I hadn't had a chance to talk to Ingrid after my talk to Troye, since she was constantly hanging around Hannah (who also gave her a ride home that night) so, my only option to actually tell her what Troye had said would be to Skype her.  So that's what I did.

Well, at least tried to.

One, Two, Three missed calls later, I gave up and shoved my laptop to the back of my desk in frustration. She usually always answer's my calls.

I sigh heavily as I pull out my questionably large text book and notebook, jotting down some notes and highlighting key points of the section. This went on for a good half an hour before I moved on to the next subject.  And, before I knew it, I completed all of my homework and the clock displayed on my bed side table read 10:45PM.

"Ingriiiid" I called out, pushing back on my desk chair. Almost as if she heard me from next door, I heard the familiar ring of Skype echoing through my room. "Finally" I breathed, clicking accept.

"Connor!" Ingrid squealed out in excitement. "Guess who I was with all night!"

"hmmm. Let me guess. Hannah?" I asked, noticing I sounded a bit annoyed unintentionally.

"Yeah!" She replied, but less excited as she heard my tone. "is something wrong?"

"No no no" I reassured. "I just was trying to call you to talk to you about Troye and Hannah" the mention of Troye's name made Ingrid perk up, causing me to tilt my head in confusion.

"OHMYGODCONNOR" she rushed out, obviously excited. "Two things, one; Hannah asked me to the spring dance!" I smiled and congratulated her, playing it off like I didn't already know.  "And before I get to the second thing, what is that cute nickname Troye gave you?"

"I wouldn't call it cute, but Mousey, why?"

"Hannah said she caught Troye doodling a picture of a mouse in class" Ingrid smiled, wiggling her eyebrows.

"that means nothing" I implied, trying to ignore the feathery feeling in my stomach.

"but it had hearts around it, Con" I knew what she was implying, but I refused to believe her. "Con, like it or not,  Troye is totally, one hundred percent crushing on you!"  My eyes widened.

"Maybe he just favors mice" I suggested. "This proves nothing, Ingrid"

"Whatever you say, Connor." She sighed, leaning back in her own chair.

"Besides, like I said, it doesn't matter cause I don't like him like that" I reminded her.  She gave me a look. One of those looks that practically said we both know that's bull. "besides, he's done nothing but get me in trouble, Ingrid." I though back to the previous days I've spent with him, trying to remember everything that went down. "Well, there was the time when he genuinely laughed, or the time when he was singing in the car. Oh my god, I could listen to those sounds on repeat. Not to mention the love he holds for his family, making sure his loved ones are happy..."

And as I began to go on and on about the things Troye has done for me, I watched as Ingrid looked at me, knowingly.  She sat back with a smirk on her face as I continued to talk, and at first I didn't understand, but oh God do I now. 

Because as I replayed all these moments in my head, I can remember one distinct feeling I had during all those events. Butterflies. Butterflies in my stomach

And that's when my eye's widened to the size of the moon as I stopped in midsentence.

"Oh fuck, Ingrid" I stated, her eyes matching the size of mine because shit, I rarely swear, let alone say fuck. "I'm crushing on Troye"

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A/N

Wow much update. Such fluff.

This is only chapter 8 and I don't have much planned after this asdfghl this is gonna be a short story compared to Ambivalent & Heart-Throb (which recently hit 61k reads!?!?!? Thank you !?!?!?!?)

Also wattpad sucks and i hate it because it wouldn't let me copy & paste this chapter from a word doc to this (( this is so unedited im screaming))

& I wanna start a tronnor fic where they're both youtubers (I've gotten like 7 request for that) but I gotta create a plot and shit

Love you lovies xx

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