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"Tell me again why I'm in front of the camera and not behind it?" I ask, walking through the hallway, sipping on a cup of coffee in my hands.
"Because, they needed a male lead and you're free until a month after the shooting is expected to be done with." Peyton says, glancing in my direction.
"Alright alright. You know I like acting but I'd rather-"
"Yup" she quickly responds, popping the "p" loudly.
Peyton is my manager, but also my best friend. She's one of the only people I can trust and be completely honest with. Yeah, I am out to the world, and I love my fanbase, her and I just connect much better than anyone else.
She starts to pull ahead of me, but I don't bother to catch up. I am used to walking behind her, she always walks with a sense of purpose. "You're a really slow walker, you know."
I wave my hand dismissively in her direction, pursing my lips. "Yes I do know, it's not like you tell me every time we walk together. Which is a lot."
Peyton just clicks her tongue, and turns to her left. She opens a red door that has a maroon sign reading "lounge 3" and walks inside. Apparently the cast is meeting today, and shooting starts the day after tomorrow.
We are early, as always, so after we sit in a chair, sitting beside each other, we both pull out our phones. She opens up Twitter, and I laugh at her habits before clicking on Instagram.
After a couple more minutes of Peyton scrolling and me liking a few of my fans' photos, the handle of the door turns. In walk a stream of people, all with their managers or one of their best friends that happens to also be casted. I watch as the last person, or so I thought, walks through the door. She is beautiful and looks young.
To my surprise, there is one last person to walk in. The girl must be his manager, for the tall curly-haired boy stands close to her, as if he is scared. The moment our eyes meet, I want to tackle Peyton in a huge hug for getting me a role.
His eyes are blue, so blue that they are probably the definition of the color. I quickly avert my eyes back to my phone screen in my hands, hoping he didn't think I was staring. This is going to be interesting.
Ironically Peyton has social anxiety, so she just stays put, only caring to look around quickly. Her leg starts to bounce up and down, so I rest my hand above her knee, relaxing her.
"Thanks." She whispers, before her head shoots up. I follow her gaze, and see that the girl from earlier is standing in front of her. Peyton instantly stands up, giving the other girl a tight hug. "Hey Alex!"
"Hey Peyton. It's been too long. What's happening?" Alex asks. While they quickly catch up, I stand up slowly, stretching my back. I take a second to type out a tweet and then lock my phone.
@connorfranta: have you ever seen someone so beautiful you can't find words to describe them?
Alex then turns to me, her eyes widening. "Is this Connor Franta?" she asks, putting her hand over her heart as if I am a legend.
"No, I'm his evil twin." I retort, but quickly smile after.
"Oh my gosh, Peyton!" she exclaims, wrapping me in another one of her rib-breaking hugs. It is so tight in fact that I can't move my arms much, so I can only slightly hug her back. "That's amazing!" As Alex finally releases her grip, I take a sharp breath and try to regain my composure.
"Here, here. I have someone that you must meet." She says, clasping her hands together. Alex motions to the same blue-eyed boy that had taken my breath away. He is leaning against the wall, phone in his hand. "Troye boy come here." Only when she said "here" do I realize her strong Australian accent. I'm surprised I didn't notice it earlier, I must have been do deep in thought.
He walks over, but right as he looks up from his phone, he pauses mid-step. "Uh-um..."
Sensing his anxiety, I quickly try to calm his nerves. "Troye, is it?"
He just nods slightly in response, moving closer to Alex.
I stick my arm out, signaling a handshake. "I'm Connor."
As he shakes my hand, he chuckles a little. "Yeah, I know who you are. It's not like you're famous or anything." There it is again, the accent. They must have come from Australia just to film.
"Sorry to ask, but are you from Australia?"
"Mhm. Why?"
I shake my head, closing my eyes. "Your accent is pretty." Only after I said it do I realize how flirty it must have sounded, and mentally slap myself for it. Troye just blushes, opening his mouth to speak but was interrupted by Alex.
"While you boys chat it up, I'm grabbing some snacks. Peyton, you want anything?"
Knowing what she is going to say, I just answer for her. "She'll go with you."
Alex nods, and her and Peyton go off to raid the chocolates. Troye just stands there, wringing his hands together and refusing to meet my eyes.
"Here, sit." I say, pulling over a chair.
He cautiously sits down, but relaxes once he was settled. "What role do you have?"
"Oh, um, I'm Evan."
"What?" he says sharply, making me wince a little.
"Is there a problem, d-did you want that role?"
"No no, it's just that I'm Nathan." he whispers, as if it were a crime. "Ha-have you read the script?"
"No, I haven't had time to. I was planning to tonight." I answer honestly, I really didn't have time. Between meetings, lessons, classes, and catching up with friends after my last project, I just haven't been able to. Just because I don't have to work in an office doesn't mean I have all the free time in the world. Sometimes I rarely have enough time for myself.
(here's the time for a lot of dialogue, little descriptions, and really bad writing. enjoy)
"Well you really should, I mean, I think it's important."
"Yeah, I know that." I say, rolling my eyes.
"Oh gosh that sounded rude, sorry. I just meant that it would be nice to do so before we start rehearsing."
"No no I didn't think it sounded rude. Anyways, Troye, I need to know more about you."
"As in...?"
"What's your last name?"
"Mellet. But I go as Troye Sivan."
"Ok, what's your career?"
"Acting, singing, and modeling. I guess I can take a few aesthetically pleasing photos every once in a while too."
"Interesting, now-"
He quickly interrupts, and asks me, "What about you?"
"What do you mean?" I ask, slightly confused.
"I mean, what do you like to do?"
"This isn't the time to be asking me questions. Save that for later."
"Oh, okay."
"You seem very interesting."
"Trust me, I'm not." Troye says, mimicking disgust.
"That's only because you already know everything about yourself. I only know the things you've told me."
"That was d-" Troye starts, but is cut off by Peyton.
"Hey." She says, resting her hand on my arm. I sense her nerves, knowing that she probably wants to get out of here.
"Hi sweets. Um, hey, Troye?" I ask, turning to the blue-eyed boy that is still next to me.
"Want to come over to my apartment? Alex and Peyton want to hang, and I was thinking of ordering pizza."
With a sly smile on his face, his eyes light up as he answers. "Sure, that's fine. Maybe I'll be able to ask you a few questions finally."
So that's how we ended up at my place, with Papa John's Pizza and the tub of cookies my mom left me when she came out on the counter. Alex and Peyton had went to Peyton's room, so it is just Troye and me in the living room. We are both sat on the coach, making small talk. I find out he is 20, never sung live since he was 15, and has 3 siblings.
It is about 6pm, my quiff falling, so I excuse myself. I quickly fix my hair, straighten my shirt, and head towards the living room. Before I walk in, though, I stop at the doorway.
There stands Troye, closely examining a Pentatonix CD case, singing softly to Standing By. I can't help but smile as I lean against the door frame. Only then do I realize how beautiful his voice is. He said he can sing, but I didn't know he meant like this. The boy has a voice of gold, pure, velvet gold. I am mesmerized by how well he hits every note, switching from one of the three melodies every once in a while.
I stand there smiling like an idiot, and as I walk over to him, I know I am going to enjoy the next few months. Especially if they are going to be spent with him.
A/N: hey hey it's christmas eve but the reason i haven't update since early this month is because even though i wrote this like last year it took sooooo long to edit and actually find the time to sit down and work on it
anyways i hope you enjoyed it! yes, there will be many chapters to it, but i thought it would be too short to make into an actual fanfic. don't worry! i'll be throwing in some regular oneshots too, but i'll just be updating a little more than usual hopefully 😊
okok ty for readig, again don't forget to check out my other works and bye for now!
have a merry christmas, happy holidays and happy new years!
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