Troye's POV
After Connor made his stupid old 'can you keep up with this old man' joke, he jumped off the bed and made a break for the exit.
"You gonna take a weapon?" I called with a laugh as he turned back.
"What do you have?" Connor asked, looking through my collection.
"I have these," I said with a wave to the wall. I put my machete in the holder that hung from my belt. "But Lilly also has some in her room."
Connor picked a gun off the rack and examined it before slinging it over his back and nodding.
"Now, Old Man, can you keep up?" I asked before bolting out of the room and skipping down the stairs. I could hear Connor running behind me, but he still hadn't rounded the last corner, giving me time to jump trough the window. I hid around the corner, jumping and yelling 'boo' as he rounded it.
He let out a cringingly high scream, as I made a grab for his hands to keep him from shooting me. I doubled over laughing when he stopped freaking out. "You little bitch," he muttered, but he was chuckling.
"I'm your little bitch though," I giggled back, standing on my tip-toes to give him a kiss.
(Clearly Troye is shorter in this story.)
"Mhm," he hummed into the kiss, wrapping his toned arms around my waist. "That's right, and don't you forget it," he whispered.
I leaned my head on his shoulder once he pulled away. We stood like that for awhile, just being close to one another. "I like you a lot," I said quietly.
"I like you more."
"I'd have to say I doubt that."
"Hmm, prove it."
"And how would you like me to do that?"
"Cancel the 'adventure' for a day?"
"I could deal with that."
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Next chap shall be more of my horrible smut 😂
Am I relatable yet?
Today was cool but I was v tired bc of the allergy meds I took this morning, so more then once I was ready to beat a child with a mannequin.
Anywaaaaays
Ttyl
-Sarah