If Only He Knew (Tronnor Au)

Chapter 2

I woke up to the smell of bacon and eggs, not surprised since it was Sunday morning. I stretched my limbs and threw the covers off of my body. Without realizing I'd thrown them over Troye's face which must have woken him. He stretched much like I did and pushed the blanket off his face and sleepily said "Are you trying to suffocate me in my sleep? I see how it is Franta." I laughed and said "Yes, this was my plan all along. I was going to bury you in the garden."

Troye and I stayed up until 2am watching Parks and Recreation on Netflix. He stayed the night seeing as he'd probably fall asleep before he even had the chance to tie his shoes. I'll admit it was difficult for me to sleep in the same bed as Troye without giving in to my desire of pulling him closer. He thinks I'm straight though, it'd be awfully awkward to wake up to a seemingly straight boy to be cuddling you. At one point in my life I didn't think I could ever fall for a boy. I thought I was just programed to like girls, I guess I had a "glitch" in that sense. I didn't mind knowing I was gay. I've accepted it at this point. I'm just afraid to come out because despite the fact that I've accepted it, that doesn't mean everyone else will.

I was pulled out of my thoughts when Troye waved his hand in front of my face and said "Con? Did you hear me?" I shook my head. "I asked if you wanted to go eat breakfast. Everyone's awake." He clarified. "Oh, sure." I replied. I didn't realize my stomach was growling until he mentioned food. Troye followed me into the kitchen and my mother greeted him with "good morning, Troye!" He smiled that typical smile of his and replied "good morning, Cheryl." My parents aren't even phased when Troye appears in the morning when they weren't aware he was even here.

We all made our plates of food and sat down at the table together, aside from my parents who decided to eat later to leave room at the table for Troye and I to eat together. Troye sat beside me and my brother Dustin was to the left of me. My brother Brandon and sister Nicola sat across from us. We began eating our eggs and toast and talking amongst each other. Nicola kicked my foot and I looked up to already find her eyes meeting mine. She smirked and looked to Troye and back to me. I gave her a pleading look but that only made her want to tease me more. Nicola is the only one that's aware I'm gay, and have a crush on Troye. Everytime he's over she tries her best to ask Troye the same question, if he's single.

Nicola cleared her throat and Troye, as well as everyone else seated, looked up at Nicola. "So, Troye... do you have a boyfriend yet?" I sighed as she asked this. He answered with the same thing over and over, which was a simple "no." And when she asked his type he would say "none of your business." I didn't expect his answer to change. Troye paused his action of picking up his fork full of eggs and sighed seeming tired of the question as well.

"No, I do not have a boyfriend." He replied. "Why not? You're cute, have good style, what more could a boy want?" She went on to ask. Troye laughed at this and said "I'm not quite sure... I'm the one usually turning down dates and stuff. I havent found the right person I guess." She nodded her head and said "understandable. For future reference, what's your type?" Troye ran his hand through his hair and leaned back in his chair and said "I guess someone with good music taste..." Check. Troye told me I had good music taste all the time, our music taste is very similar, actually. He continued "Someone who is creative in some way..." Check. I loved photography and graphic design. Photography is my passion. "And someone with ambition and goals, ya know?" Check. I was very ambitious and I take pride in that. Why was he suddenly taking interest in Nicola's questions? He had never actually answered before. Why would he turn down dates? Why did I fit the description of his type? I didn't want to get ahead of myself. He'd only see me as a best friend. He'd probably find a boy before I had the courage to come out anyways.

My parents walked into the kitchen and after noticing Troye and I had finished our meals, I excused us and went back to my room after placing our dishes in the sink. Troye walked in last and closed the door. He knelt down and started putting his old tattered vans on. "Where are you going?" I asked seeming confused. "We're going to the park, Connie." He said. "First of all, dont call me Connie. Second of all, race you there!" I declared after tying my shoes. I pushed him out of my way and ran to the door. I felt my feet move across the pavement as I ran through our neighborhood to reach Justice Park. I looked behind me to see Troye struggling to keep up my pace. I had an advantage since I was on the school's track team. I saw a glimpse of blue playground equipment and knew I'd beat him.

Once I reached the swing set I stopped to catch my breath and watched Troye finish the rest of the way. "And the champ still holds his title!" I yelled while jumping happily. Troye clapped his hands while trying to catch his breath "Congrats, you're basically ready for the Olympics!" We both laughed while panting and I replied with "Hey, I could be in the Olympics if I so pleased." He scoffed and said "If that's what helps you sleep at night." I sat on a swing and Troye soon followed my action. "You know I'm not kidding" Troye said sincerely. "If you trained hard enough and put your mind to it... you could be in the Olympics easily. You're a good runner." He kept rambling. I looked up towards the sky as I began kicking my feet back and forth on the swing. "I don't want to be in the Olympics. Thats not what I want to do in life" Troye exhaled a breath he was apparently holding and said "Good. I hate sports and I'd have been forced to attend all your meets and shit." I gave him a confused look. "Why would you anyways?" He shrugged his shoulders as he swayed back and forth on his swing. "To support you."

I was a little shocked at this remark. He absolutely hated sports and would probably rather eat roadkill than attend a football game at school. Why would he suddenly endure that for me? "You've never came to any of my meets before." I stated. "That was before I knew you wanted to be an Olympian" I sighed "But I don't wan-" Troye cut me off and yelled "Race you to the pond, Olympian!" I laughed and said "Why would you race a future Olympian? You're bound to lose!" As I past him, or so I thought. He tripped me and I fell to the ground, not before grabbing his leg and making sure he fell as well. We both landed on the ground and started laughing. "You're such a cheater!" I said. "If you wanna win you have to break a couple rules, Connie." Troye replied. I'm not quite sure I agreed because he fell as well, which I made clear to him. We layed there for a while on our backs just staring at the clouds. I turned to look at him and counted each freckle he didn't seem to appreciate. "What are you staring at?" He asked. "You have dirt on your face." I said, saving myself. He nodded and turned his head back towards the sky. If only he knew.