Bite//Tronnor

C H A P T E R- F O U R T E E N

I smiled,"Thanks Tyde."

"No problem, and tell me what happens when it's over. Bye."

"Will do, bye."

I ended the call and but my shoes on, preparing myself to go see Connor.

~~~

I now stood at Connors door step, about to knock on the door. You can do this, Troye.

No you can't

Go away.

I reached out and knocked, firmly so he could actually hear this time. I held my breath as the door opened, to reveal a man I've never seen before. Presumably 'Mark'.

He's definitely better looking than you.

"Hey, who are you?" His voice was deep, and he looked like he had just woken up.

"Hello, I'm Troye. I came over to see Connor."

"Oh, um yeah sure come in." I thought it was weird that he would let me in, seeing as it wasn't his house and for all he could know, I could be some creepy stalker fan. But it got me inside, so I just went with it.

"I'll go get him." Mark walked over to Connors room as I took a seat on his couch. I could hear as he told him someone was here to see him. He didn't say my name, just explained it as 'a friend'.

I heard footsteps approaching and soon Connors face appeared from the hall.

"Troye? What are you doing here?" He looked surprised, but happy to see me. It's a good thing I came...

"Yeah, I thought, well since I flew all the way over here, we might as well hang out."

"Well I'm glad you came." He smiled, flashing his white teeth before walking over to me and hugging me. It felt like longer than usual, but I wasn't complaining.

~~~

We caught up on what's happened the past month, Connor told me of a book deal he got. Said I was the first he's told so far. Mark came in every once in a while, talked for a bit before giving Connor a hug, then leaving back to Con's bedroom.

"How is it, with Mark?" I asked him.

"It okay."

"Okay?"

"Yeah, I honestly don't know. He's a sweet guy. But I don't know how long we're going to last for." He shuffled awkwardly on the couch.

"Oh." Of course Tyde would be right.

"Mhm."

"Do you want to watch tv or something?" I suggested.

"Um, can we maybe go out today? All Mark and I have been doing this month was stay in and watch the television." I could tell how much he wanted to get out.

"Sure. Let's go get lunch." He laughed.

"It's eight o'clock, Troye. How about dinner?" Had we really been talking for so long?