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(a/n; im currently working on a smutty oneshot 4 troyesgroupie bc she's a thirsty little shit and i cant make them have sex in this book yet so ur welcome)
franta: goodmorning sunshine
troye: fuck off
franta: someones a little grumpy :(((
franta: how could you be grumpy on a day like today?? we're meeting!!!
troye: oh shit right
troye: fuck its 2:35 ok sorry i need to get dressed like a model
franta: you don't have to dress up you can wear whatever you like
troye: ok ok ok okbrb
franta: also um wouldyouliketogooutforlunchordinnerafterwards????
troye: i dont have the mental capacity to decode that shit can u just ask what u wanna ask
franta: would you like to go out for lunch or dinner afterwards?
troye: oh
troye: yes please thatd be actually
troye: really great yes where should we go??
franta: maybe that like 60's diner near the walmart??
troye: GREAT location yes lets do it
troye: also my car is currently in the shop sooooo could you pick me up?? my address is 879 Buena Vista Rd
franta: yea sure:)
franta: see you then??
troye: see u then;) xx
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Holy shit.
Holy.
Fucking.
Shit.
Let's do a recap: Some random ass dude texts Troye asking to hook up, clarifies that was an accident, says his name is Connor, he works for a photography company, asked Troye to model for him, and now he's picking him up and they're goin to get lunch afterwards.
Meanwhile, neither his mum or dad know that a 20 year old man is going to scoop up their son just out of the blue. Splendid.
Troye set his phone on his bedside table and very slowly got out of bed. He was still a little tired from that, what, 16 hour rest? His eyes were half-closed and his hair was a mess, so he decided to take a shower.
When he got out, he had 15 minutes left to pick out an outfit, do his hair, and explain what was going on to his parents. Also, his car isn't even in the shop; he don't even have a fucking car. Troye honestly just wanted Connor to pick him up so they could have more time to talk.
Troye dried off in record time and sped to his bedroom. He picked out an oversized black sweatshirt with matchint black ripped jeans. Then, he sprayed his hair with some sea salt spray.
Shit, he thought as he checked the time. 5 minutes till Connor picks me up and I STILL haven't told my parents.
