connor: troyeee
troye: yes
connor: i'm trying to sleep
troye: BUT I CAN'T BUT I CAN'T WHEN YOU ALL HAVE GUNS FOR HANDS YEAH
connor: nO I'm not trying to sing tøp, i'm seriously trying to sleep
troye: why are you talking to me then
connor: well.. there's.. I..
troye: JUST SPIT IT OUT ALREADY
connor: THERE'S A THUNDERSTORM AND I'M SCARED OKAY
troye: omg awhhh
connor: :(
troye: just imagine me cuddling with you and keeping you safe 😉❤️
connor: you're such a flirt
troye: ikr
connor: :/
troye: don't be scared connieee
connor: 😳
troye: OMG I HAVE AN IDEA
connor: what
troye: LET'S TALK ON THE PHONE UNTILL YOU FALL ASLEEP BC THATS CUTE AND GOALS
connor: aRE YOU ASKING MY NUMBER TROYE SIVAN
troye: i am
connor: *gives number* u call me
troye: ok
*on the phone*
troye: "ello"
connor: 'hi..'
troye: 'sooo little connie can't sleep huh?'
connor: 'I already wanna hang up on you.'
troye: 'wait ok I'm sorry.'
connor: 'I forgive you.'
troye: 'you have a cute voice'
connor: 'and you have such an Australian accent'
troye: 'thanks I guess.'
connor: 'i'm cold.'
troye: 'wait let me send you a selfie'
connor: 'i would still be cold.'
troye: 'wow thanks.'
they continued talking about random stuff until connor suddenly became silent, troye figured out he really did fell asleep on the phone. he could hear his soft breath. troye smiled and hung up.
