ambivalent • a tronnor au ✔️

Chapter 11

*surprise. I lied. Here's another chapter. Be prepared to be filled with cuteness*

Connor's POV

"Troye, what the actual fuck are you doing?" I questioned Troye, who obviously did not know a single thing about making a cake.

"I'm putting the sugar in the bowl!" He shouted, while dumping the contents from the flour bag into the bowl.

"Well first off, that's flour" I chuckled "secondly, you have to measure it out. You can't just guess. And lastly, we don't need that yet." I grabbed the bag from Troyes hand and set it on the counter next to me.

"Fuck, Connor, I don't know how to bake a cake!" He yelled, clearly frustrated. "This is horrible!" troye smacked his hand down, trying to make a statement, but instead, his hand landed in the bowl of flour he just poured. "Well shit" He laughed as flour molecules flew in the air, making the surrounding area become cloaked in white.

I shrugged and sat down. "I don't feel like baking a cake anymore"

"Connor, get your ass over here. We're baking this damn cake. I'm hungry." He stated, walking over to me with the bowl of flour.

"Nah, I'd rather do this" and before I even gave him a chance to process what I just said, I dug my hand into the bowl and grabbed a handful of flour.

"Connor" he warned, backing away from me. "Don't do it, you little shit."

"Too late" I whispered, throwing the handful of flour at the Australian boy in front of me. "Oops?"

As soon as the cloud of flour disappeared, I could see the look of death he was giving me. His face was covered it white particles and his hair looked like somebody dumped baby powder on him. "You're dead"

He took a firm grip on the bowl of flour, and without hesitation, he tipped it over. Making all the contents spill over my head.

Flour landed in my mouth, my eyes, my nose, and even my ears. I sat there in shock as Troye burst into laughter.

"Y-You look like a fucking snowman!" He yelped, pointing to me and laughing his ass off.

"You little shit" wiping my eyes, I warned him. "You better watch yourself, Mellet" Without looking, I quickly found the closest thing to throw at him in return. I settled on the cup of milk I had previously poured. As soon as I swung my arm back, he quickly moved, making all the contents of the cup spill all over the floor. "Troye!" I sung as he ran off.

Apparently I wasn't thinking, because - even though I was fully aware of the milk all over the kitchen floor - I still managed to slip on it and fall on my back. "Ow! Dammit!" I screamed as my back made contact with the floor. "Ow! Shit Troye!" I called in pain.

Swiftly coming around the corner, Troye dashed into the kitchen and managed to full-on trip over my body, which caused his back as well to come into contact with the floor. "Ow shit" He muttered.

I looked over to him and couldn't hold in my laughter. "You're so" I continued to laugh "fucking stupid" He joined in on my laugher "How the fuck did you manage to trip over me?" I questioned.

"I'm just that fucking stupid, I guess." He chuckled, turning his head to make eye contact with me.

Continuing to laugh, I couldn't help but realize how his black eye has nearly vanished. I reached out and touched his eye, causing him to flinch a bit. "it's almost gone" I whispered, brushing the side of his face gently with my thumb.

"Yeah, but it still hurts like hell" He mumbled, making me pull away my hand - thinking I was hurting him.

"s-sorry" I stuttered, all of a sudden becoming a nervous wreck.

What was this boy doing to me? He makes me feel things I've never felt before. I could be completely fine and hold an entire conversation with him, or I get lost in his eyes and become insanely nervous. There was really no in between.

Troye is an amazing person, a person who can instantly light up the room and make my days brighter. No wonder these past 7 years have been torture. I always felt lost. Like a tourist trying to find their way around a city with no map. But now, having Troye back in my life, I feel like I finally have found my way around the city.

Troye was my map, my puzzle piece, my anchor. Troye was the one thing I've been missing for the past 7 years; and hell, I'm so happy I've found him again.

I know for a fact that befriending Troye again was the right thing to do. The perfect thing. Yet, I wouldn't mind if we ever become more than that. Not good friends. Not best friends. But Boyfriends.

Yeah, I really wouldn't mind that at all.

The silence between us was broken as Troye spoke up. "Hey, Connor?" he asked, sounding a bit nervous.

"Yeah?"

"I... erm." He took a deep breath "How do I put this?" He closed his eyes, taking a moment to figure out what he was going to say. Once he did, he opened them again. "So, you know how I went to get the Nutella when Tyler was here?"

I nodded, thinking about the conversation Tyler and I had while he was doing so.

"Well, you see. I um. When I came back from getting the Nutella, I was planning on scaring you guys, Right? So I was being insanely quiet as I walked to your room"

My heart started beating, I think I know what he's talking about. Shit.

"And I overheard my name being mentioned. So me being the little shit I am, decided to eaves drop. "

"How much did you hear?" I whispered.

"Con..."

"Just tell me how much you heard" I demanded, raising my voice a little.

"Con, I know. I know you have a crush on me" He scrunched up his eye, probably expecting me to yell at him, but I didn't. Instead, My heart rate started to go up and my breathing started to quicken.

"This cannot be happening" I repeated "This. Cannot. Be happening" I sat up and placed my head in my hands.

"Calm down, Connor" Troye sat up too, placing his hand on my back and slowly rubbing it.

"I can't! You found out I fucking like you, Troye! Now I just totally ruined the friendship that we just rebuilt!" Honestly, I was on the verge of tears. My mind started jumping to numerous conclusions. What if he hates me again? What if he doesn't want to be my friend?

"Hey, Con, don't think like that!" He tried to cheer me up, he really did. But it just wasn't working. "Everything's okay"

"No it's not! I ruined our friendship! Nothing about this is okay, Troye!" My tears were threatening to come out.

"Connor! You didn't ruin our friendship!" He stated, trying to reassure me.

"But..." I couldn't think of the right sentence. "How do you know?"

"How do I know?" He questioned "because I fucking like you too"

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A/N
Can we talk about that fact that in the last chapter, when I said they were gonna bake a cake, Shyfranny11 basically knew exactly what was going to happen like omg.

Cause seriously, I wrote this chapter before I even posted the last. So points to you.