Bite//Tronnor

C H A P T E R- N I N E T E E N

T R O Y E

A week later, and people were still shamming Connor on Mark's video. The hate has subsided, but it still has an impact on him. I've tried to get him out of the house, but he says he 'cant bare to show his face out there'.

In other news,  my manager called about working on a new album. I don't want to leave Connor, but this is big. Especially since I haven't done anything towards my channel in almost two months. I haven't told him either, knowing he would just tell me to go with it.

"Troye? We need eggs!" I heard Connor call out from the other room.

"Do you want me to go get some?" I called back. I heard him reply a 'yes'.

"Anything else?" I walked into his bed room, where he laid with his laptop.

"Some ice cream?"

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"Ice cream..ice cream..god, where do they keep the damn ice cream.." I've been walking down the isles of Safeway for the past ten minutes, looking for the ice cream requested by Connor.

"Troye?" I hear a voice call from behind me. I turn around a see Joey Graceffa. I've only ever seen him at events like Vidcon, and I don't really know him to well. From what I've heard, he's a pretty nice guy.

"Oh, hey Joey." I awkwardly  smiled at him.

"No ones seen you or Connor in so long, how are you?"

"Um, we're ok."

"Daniel and I are hosting a sorta pool party later today, why dont you two come?" He gave me a genuine smile then proceeded to tell me details about the party. Maybe this will be good for him, he hasn't shown his face in public for a week.

"So do ya think you can make it?" Joey asked me. I had to think a bout it for a minute.

"Yeah, I'll bring Connor."

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"No. There is no way you're making me go." I just told Connor about Joey and Daniel's party and he's already complaining.

"Come on Con, you have to leave this house one day. Its been a week, lets go." I certainly do not want him going through what I went through.

"But-"

"Nope, I am making you go. Now go get dressed. Im not forcing you to get in the pool or anything so you dont have to bring a swim suit." I told him sternly. He looked like he was about to protest again when my phone went off. He gave me a confused look as I waved my hand, gesturing for him to go get ready. He let out a groan before obeying and stomping off to his room.

What a five year old.

I took my phone out of my pocket and saw who was calling me; Joey.

"Hey, Joey."

"Hey Troye. Did you manage to get Connor to go?" He asked.

"Yeah, he's getting ready right now."

"Great, and i forgot to give you my address. I'll text it to you."

"Ok, Ill see you later, bye.

"Bye." I hung up and a minute later received a text from Joey containing his address.