ambivalent • a tronnor au ✔️

Chapter 14

Everybody gasped.

I shouldn't look up. But I wanted to. I wanted to see who the lucky person was that got to kiss this beautiful man.

So I looked up.

And I couldn't believe my eyes. I immediately knew exactly why everybody had gasped.

In the middle of the circle, the bottle sat there. Motionless.

But the thing that made me do a double take surprised me even more than where the bottle was pointing to.

Because there, on the bottle, was Troyes hand. It almost looked like he had stopped the bottle on purpose.

Like he purposely stopped it on me.

But why?

Everybody's eyes were looking at Troye and I, where as I was just looking at the bottle. Slowly, I moved my head up To make eye contact with Troye, whose eyes were filled with lust and - love?

Ever so slowly, Troye removed his hand from the bottle and stood up, making his way towards me.

My eyes were fixed on him, I couldn't look away. I also couldn't stand up, I was in complete and utter shock. Is this really happening?

Once he reached me, he extended his arm, waiting for me to take his hand. So I did, and when I did I felt something. Something new.

It wasn't the nerves that were bubbling upon my stomach.

It wasn't the excitement I felt either.

What It was? I don't know. But I want to find out.

As I stood up, I tried to ignore all the curious eyes watching us. I tried to ignore the fact that Troye had stopped the bottle on me. I tried to ignore anything and everything other than Troye.

Once I stood up, I came face to face with Troye.

His blue eyes have now darken, his flat hair made him that much more attractive. His lips. Oh my god his lips. They were so big. So pink. I wanted to kiss the hell out of them.

"Hi" Troye said, bringing me out of my daydream.

"H-hi" I stated, more nervous than ever. I had every right to be nervous, but I feel like I shouldn't be. After all, I've been waiting for this kiss for awhile. And now it's finally going to happen.

"Are you ready?" He asked, his voice so calming.

"D-did you stop the bottle on me?" I had to ask, I needed to know the answer.

"Con-"

"Troye. Did you?" I asked again, interrupting him.

He took a deep breath and let out one word. One 3 Letter word that made my heart flutter "yes"

My eyes widened. Why would he? I needed to know these answers. And I needed them now "why?"

"Because" he paused, taking a deep breath. "Because I want my first kiss to be as perfect as the person it's with. Connor, I like you a lot, and you know that. The past couple of weeks I've been longing to do something about that, but I didn't know how. So I called Tyler. He came up with this idea. And frankly. I thought this was an amazing idea"

My heart couldn't take this. Troye had planned this entire thing? This entire night out, just so he could kiss me? I couldn't be happier.

"Troye, I don't know what to say"

"Don't say anything. Just kiss me"

We both started to lean in slowly, taking our time before we connected lips. Our faces were inches apart, I could feel his breath in my face.

As I got closer, I closed my eyes. I was suddenly scared to kiss him. What if I'm not a good kisser? Do I even know how to kiss?

I started to worry that Troye wouldn't be very pleased with my kiss, that is until I realized he's never kissed anybody himself.

Then, right when our noses touched, Troye whispered slightly, right before connecting our lips. "This will be the perfect first kiss"

Then without warning, our lips collided. I placed my hands on Troyes waist as he placed his around my neck, bringing us closer to each other.

Our lips moved in sync. We weren't moving fast, either. It was the perfect balance between soft and rough.

We kissed with much passion, much love, and much respect. I never wanted this to end.

His lips tasted like spearmint, I couldn't get enough of them.

Then, I moved my hands away from his waist and brought them to his head, tangling my fingers in his hair.

This is what I've wanted for so long. Us, kissing. My hands in his hair, his around my neck. It was perfect. I couldn't get enough.

After what seemed like ten years, we broke apart. His head rested on my forehead and the smile on his face was wider than that of Cheshire Cat. I'm sure my facial expression was very similar as well.

"Thank you" I whispered "thank you for making my first kiss perfect"

He didn't say anything in return. Instead, he leaned in again. Connecting our lips once more, but this time, only for a split second.

"You have no idea how long I've been waiting for that kiss. I should
Be the one thanking you, not the other way around."

I heard a collection of "awes" come from behind us.

I can't believe I completely forgot that people were watching us. I turned around, my hand intertwined with Troyes.

"It's about damn time" Tyler hollered, making us laugh.

"Seriously" Grace started "when Tyler told us Troyes and his plan, I never thought it was going to work! I didn't know how head over heels you two are for each other!"

I assumed that Tyler had told everyone the plan when we were running late.

Troye, that son of a bitch, purposely made us late. But right now, I didn't care. I couldn't be mad, not right now.

Because right now, right fucking now, I was holding hands with the man of my dreams.

And I couldn't be more happier.

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A/N

There you go.

This was really short and really horribly written oh my god

I'm sorry okay bye.