I stared into the floor length mirror, filled with determination.
I'm going to do it.
It's three p.m, I'm in pyjamas, casual Sunday.
My parents are away and Tyde is watching a movie with sage.
This is going to happen.
I grab my phone and select the playlist with the most bops and bass drops.
The first song to play is On Fire. Perfect practice song.
The song plays, calm and soothing, I get distracted as the first bass drops and miss my chance. Ok just get prepared for the next one.
The bass hits.
I'm down and up in a snap.
I did it.
I actually slut dropped correctly. I do it again. And again. My legs are going to hurt like hell, but I'm doing it. And before I catch myself the door swings open.
My eyes widen and my heart stops.
The Connor Franta, man of my dreams, walked in on me, slut dropping like a maniac.
The song continues to play as we stand just staring, then the bass hits.
And the Connor Franta, man if my dreams, slutdrops.
Rays of sun beamed from him as if he were an angel. Beautiful and glorious.
Epilogue: Troye and Connor continued their lives, having slutdrop contests, and even teaching their children how to slutdrop.
The end.
