Gasoline-- Tronnor AU

Chapter 23- Connor

(Time skip cuz I'm lazy AF and just want to get to the good part)

Falling- Oh Gravity

"So are you and Troye official yet?" Ricky asked from the passenger seat in my car.

We planned to meet at Tyler's house before driving to Malibu.

"I'm thinking about asking him when we get there," I said.

I've actually been thinking about this a lot for the past week. I want everything to be perfect.

But what if he says no?

He didn't have a good experience with relationships, maybe he's not ready for this yet.

"I'm just scared he's going to say no," I admitted.

"Don't worry about that. He's hella into you," Ricky said.

***

"Alright y'all, it's already 9:30. Let's go!" Tyler yelled, pointing towards the door.

We planned to leave at 9 but we lost track of time, daydreaming about what the beach is going to look like.

Troye and Joe stuffed their bags into the trunk of my car, getting into the back seats.

Tyler, JC, Kian, and Caspar were already driving away.

Zoe and Alfie were making out on the side of his Camero. I honked at them, laughing.

Alfie flipped us off, getting into his car.

***

I turned on the radio. It's only been an hour and were already bored out of our minds.

"OH MY GOD! THIS IS MY SONG!!" Ricky screamed when Toxic came on.

Of course Ricky loves Brittany Spears.

Troye and Joe started singing along. What surpised me was that Joe had a pretty amazing voice too. Not as good as Troye, but still pretty good.

"I would join in but I sound like a dying whale," Ricky laughed.

I stopped at a red light, next to Tyler's car. They had the windows rolled down singing to the same song with the volume put up all the way.

I put the windows down and turned the volume up just as loud.

Tyler yelled from the other car, "We're louder!"

"We sing better," I yelled back.

The cars behind us started honking.

"Con, the lights green," Troye laughed.

Oops.

I put the sound back down. Troye and Joe sang softly from the back.

"You two should start a band or something," Ricky said.

"I'm down," Joe said. "Troye sings. I'll play the triangle."

"No you sing," Troye argued.

"Mate, I'm nowhere near as good as you and I bet you suck at the triangle."

***

Tyler's beach house was HUGE! It was cute and cozy but the size of a friggin mansion.

"Ty, your family owns this??" Caspar said in awe.