ambivalent • a tronnor au ✔️

Chapter 1

-- Seven Years Earlier --

"Troye!" I yelled, trying to catch the attention of my best friend. "Troye! Seriously give it back!" I cried out, chasing him around our 5th class room.

Troye was trying to show - off to a girl by stealing the chain necklace I always wore.

It belonged to my grandfather, he gave it to me before he passed away. I've always cherished it, and Troye knew how much it meant to me.

"It's just a stupid necklace!" he yelled back. Suzie - the girl he was trying to impress - was laughing he head off watching the scene unfold. Suddenly, Troye bumped into the corner of the desk, yelping in pain. He let go of the necklace as he fell to the ground. Instead of running to my injured friend, I ran to my necklace. As I grabbed my necklace, I noticed the clasp broke off.

"You broke it!" I cried out "You broke my grandpas necklace!" I looked over to see troye sitting up, holding the side of his stomach. "Why would you do that?"

Troye didn't reply right away. He looked down at his stomach - obviously bruised from hitting the desk so hard - then back to me. "You saved your necklace before checking to see if I was okay?" He was on the verge of tears, making me feel guilty.

"I- I'm sorry.. It's just my necklace is really important to me."

"More important than your best friend?" I was silent. I knew I screwed up. "I hate you"

"Tro-"

"Don't talk to me again! I hate you Connor! I hate you I hate you I HATE YOU!"

Such a simple thing.

Such a stupid thing

Yet it still managed to ruin a great friendship.

- Present day -

Ambivalent: adjective

   having mixed feelings or contradictory ideas about something or someone

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The worst thing is hatred. Especially when that hatred is towards someone who is suppose to be your best friend. I never understood why he never talked to me again, I thought this whole situation was going to blow over within the next day.

It's been 7 years

I hate hating Troye, and I don't even want to hate him, but what other choice do I have? He hates me so much that it makes me hate him.

And the worst part? Our families still think we're best buds. Just perfect.

Now here I am, sitting with my actual best friend, Tyler, listening to him talk about the latest gossip happening through out the school.

"Oh!" He suddenly yelled, slapping his hands on the desk. "I forgot to tell you the biggest thing!" I rolled my eyes, knowing Tyler, the biggest thing is probably Caspar or somebody getting laid. "I know this is a touchy subject for you, but guess who just came out?"

"hmm?" i asked, actually trying to finish my work.

"Troye Mellet"  The mention of his name made me want to snap my pencil.

"oh" was all I could reply. I honestly did not see that coming, but I guess I haven't hung around him enough to tell. I was hoping he would hear the annoyance in my voice so we wouldn't have to continue this already awkward conversation. Of course, he did the exact opposite.

"You know, it's kind of a shame you two stopped talking. You guys would look absolutely adorable together."  I nearly snapped my pencil at his comment. Is he fucking kidding me right now? I love Tyler, he's an amazing friend; but sometimes his jokes are a little much. Yeah, I'm gay and everybody knows it, but he knows talking about Troye around me isn't a good idea. It will instantly turn my mood from good to bad.

"Can we please not talk about him?" I snapped "please?" I thought Tyler should know by now that I despise talking to or about Troye. It's hard enough acting like he's my friend around my family, the least he could do is shut up about him.

"Somebody's a bit feisty" He mumbled, going back to his work. I took a glance at the clock

2:58

2 more minutes and I'm home free for the weekend. We only have one week of school left before summer anyways, so to say i was excited would be an obvious understatement. Every minute was a minute closer to summer break.

A minute closer to freedom

A minute closer to no Troye for 3 months.

a minute closer to becoming a senior.

As I started to pack up my things, I received a text from none other than my mother. Honestly, who else would it be?

From: Mom

Hey Con! I have a surprise for you when you get home!!!

Honestly, I'm a little scared to see what my mom has in store for me. Sometimes her surprises can be nice, like her giving me candy, but sometimes they're horrid. One time there was a dead rat in the garden and her surprise was that I got to get it out. So who knows what this could be?

As the final bell rung, I bid a goodbye to Tyler and started walking in the direction towards my house. That was the nice thing about living close to the school, I could walk to and from my house, Become anxious with every step I took. I always enjoyed walking home, it let me clear my mind a little. It allowed me to think things through, get my life together. It was always so nice.

As I arrived to the familiar location of my house, I slowly walked up the front porch stairs, suddenly extremely nervous for this so call 'surprise'

"Mom?" I called out into the house, noticing the living room was empty.

"Connor! Hi, how was school?" My mom asked as she walked into the room.

"School is school, I guess." I shrugged, not wanting to talk about the living hell that is school. "So What's this surprise?"

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A/N

Hey guys! I'm baaaaacccccck

did ya miss me?

Anyways, I decided to do yet another Tronnor fanfic, considering my last one got such a great response! It currently has 7k reads I think? Idk but thank you again, I'm glad y'all enjoyed it as much as I did!

I Also saw a couple of you recommending it to some of your tumblr followers! Thats amazing! Thank You!