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Even though I had missed the meet during the break, I had by now made up by it by winning the other three ones we'd had thus far, today being the latest. Coach seemed to have forgotten all about me missing the swim meet, and had instead been bugging me about Troye the last couple practices. If we'd had fun, if he wasn't going to distract me too much from swimming, all that stuff.

May wasn't that eventful. Mostly, it was stressful. We had our finals coming up, and I was determined to get good grades on them, as we would graduate this year. Which would also mean that I'd have to go to college next school year, and I totally hadn't thought about that yet. I didn't want to think about that, being honest. I had no idea what I wanted to do when I was older.

Today was quite uneventful as well, in it's way representing the past month. Except that it was the weekend and Troye wasn't with me getting me to ease my mind of studying.

I was sitting in the living room, waiting for the rest of my family to come down for dinner. Nicola had cooked, whereas I had set the table. It didn't take long for everyone to settle, and the first couple minutes were spend in silence, as everyone was just eating some food.

"So, Connor?" I looked up at my dad, wiping a bit of potato from the side of my mouth.


"Got any ideas for college yet? If you wait much longer they're not going to take your applications anymore. You know that. We've given you quite some time now, but it's almost june."

I nodded, swallowing the small lump in my throat.

"I sent out a couple, yes." Before he could go on with the topic, I stuffed my mouth with another piece of chicken and looked down at my plate. I didn't want to talk about this. Not now at least.

A couple moments of silence followed, only broken my the scraping of utensils against plates, chewing and people shifting in their seat.

"Wait, Con?" I looked up towards my eldest sibling and cocked my head slightly to the side, urging him to go on.

"Isn't Troye's birthday early June?" I nodded, a small smile creeping on my face with the mere thought of the boy.

This, of course, launched my siblings into a fit of questions.

"Are you going to surprise him with something?"
"What are you going to give him?"
"What does he want for him birthday?"
"Will you be celebrating with him?"

I tried to ignore them for the most part, and when they realised they were all talking at the same time and I wasn't going to answer questions this way, they stopped.

My mom was the first one to speak up after that, coughing a bit and drawing my attention towards her.

"Speaking of, how's Troye doing?"

"Hm? He's great, bit busy at the moment, but I promised not to talk about what he's busy with." I swallowed my food.

"What's he going to do after graduation, though? Where will he go to college?" Aaaand, we were back at the topic of school, my dad clearly wanting to talk about college and future plans with me.

"Hm? He'll just be continuing what he's doing now, either moving back to Perth or staying here or maybe to LA. He wasn't sure yet, told me he wants to know how what he's busy with now will work out first. And no, dad, he isn't going to college. He dreams of touring the world, putting out albums, making it to the Billboard top 100, of performing on Ellen and Jimmy Fallon. He dreams of making it big, and honestly? I think he can do it. He doesn't need college, it would only ruin him."

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