An Order For Two [ Tronnor Oneshots ]

spin the bottle

spin the bottle ! -

"wait! this wouldn't be a highschool party without a game of spin the bottle!" tyler said, pulling a plastic bottle from behind his back.

everyone in the room groaned, but slowly made a circle, and sat down. dan howell, a popular guy in our school, sat to the right of tyler. phil lester, a quiet and shy boy that was in my science class, sat to the right of dan. then it was ingrid nilsen, mamrie hart, saywer hartman, grace helbig, hannah hart, me, joey graceffa, daniel preda, and troye sivan was the last in the circle. troye was the "pretty boy" and surely looked to part. no matter his intelligence, or how talented he was, he was known for his sharp jawline, perfect blue eyes, and his flawless quiff.

and me, connor franta, the popular swim team captain. a lot of popular people are either friends with less popular people, or have one or two popular friends and no more. i was the first. joey and hannah were my only close friends at the party, as most of my other friends already had plans.

so here we were, sitting in a circle, waiting for the rotation of a plastic bottle to decide the fate of two people. tyler couldn't wait, and hannah, a couple redbus down already, volunteered to start. she spun the bottle, and we all sat there, watching the bottle, waiting. it slowed down, eventually coming to a full stop. our eyes followed the neck of the bottle all at once, to find it pointing at ingrid. hannah instantly covered her face with her hands, and ingrid blushed a deep crimson red. tyler, being his usually insensitive self (i love tyler, i just couldn't find a better way to word it and what he says next needed context so yeah soz) started chanting, making the two girls' faces darken even more.

"kiss! kiss! kiss! kiss!"

almost everyone gave tyler a mean look, shutting him up for the time being. but, nevertheless, they did, and immediately backed away with the biggest smile on their faces. they quickly glanced down, and sat back down.

tyler became impatient and instantly asked for the next volunteer. of course, no one spoke up. he took advantage of the situation, and shot his glance my way. i roll my eyes, but shrug anyways. everyone ooooo's as he sets down the bottle, his hand ready to spin. i close my eyes, hoping for it to land on someone who was interested in my gender.

everyone gasps, and i slowly open my eyes. i follow the bottle, and find myself staring directly at the one and only, troye sivan. i quickly come to my senses, and i, being still closeted, run outside, panic clear on my face. i can't do this, i'm not ready, they can't know, why is this happening?

yeah, basically everyone i know being gay should help but i can only imagine what my teammates and the rest of the jocks will think. they will hate me, outcast me, push me aside. i will lose my team, my friends, everything.

i hear footsteps crunching the leaves beside me, but i was hidden around the corner. the mystery person walked past me with their back turned, and sat on the grass. under the light of the moon i could faintly make out who it was.

troye.

fuck, i probably made him upset, and i barely know him. shit connor what did you do!?

feeling sorry, i slowly make my way over to him, and quietly sit next to him.

"sorry." i say, sighing loudly.

he doesn't turn to me for a few seconds, which causes me to begin freaking out. did i say something wrong? did i DO something wrong?

before i can think any more, troye turns to me and smiles. "you're fine," he says. "i know it sucks to have to kiss a guy when you're straight."

my eyes widen. "oh no no no it's not that, or you, it's just-"

he cuts me off, his voice soft. "ah, i gotchu."

i lie back, still breathing a little heavily, and stare at the night sky. the stars shine brightly, and the moon makes it almost as bright as day. i look at troye, who is still facing forwards. the moonlight makes him glow, his complexion soft and delicate. his curls bounce slightly with the wind, and his breath swirls upwards.

i sit up, with newly found confidence, and turn to him. he looks at me, surprised, and lays back on his hands. i have to do this. i slowly inch forwards, glancing between his eyes and lips. he does the same, his eyes slowly fluttering shut.

finally, after what feels like an eternity, we are close enough to where our noses touch.

"CONNOR! TROYE!" i hear, and quickly jerk away, standing on my feet. my face is bright red as tyler comes running outside, high on life, and starts ranting about what has happened since we left. i roll my eyes, but he doesn't notice. by that time, troye has already stood up. before i can reply to tyler, mamrie yells to him from the porch. he turns, and right as he does, i feel a hand pull on mine.

troye giggles as he drags me around the back of the house, and right as we are out of sight, he stops. troye, not waiting for a second, ducks down with his one hand on my cheek and his other on my waist, and pulls me closer.

i can't move, frozen and scared. but i manage to crack a slight smile.

one moment he was just holding me, the next he was kissing me. it felt magical, like it wasn't real. but it was, and so i kissed him back. like i meant it, because honestly, i really did.

A/N:

soooo, i started writing this a long time ago and just finished. i like the last part. the one i just wrote. so please, give this some love and it would make me so happy. remember to leave a comment, i love seeing you guys 🙈

~ syd

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