3 n 1 (Tracob)

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"Steele, can I talk to you?" 

"Yeah, man, what's up?" 

"It's about Troye." 

Steele pauses the game they are playing and looks at his best friend, "What's wrong?" 

"Nothing. I-I just...he told me something the first time we hung out together. Just us two not with you. And I wasn't planning on asking you this so soon. But with what might happen, I want to do it before it's too late." 

"What are you talking about, Jacob?" 

Jacob sighs nervously and explains his plan. 

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"Come in," Troye says after hearing a knock on his bedroom door. 

Jacob walks in and smiles making the small boy grins, "Hi, Jacob." 

"Hi, hunny." 

"What are you doing here? I thought you had work." 

"I got out early. I want to take you on a date." 

"Oh," Troye blushes. "Um, let me get dressed." 

"Okay. No rush." 

Troye nods as his boyfriend leaves he bedroom. 

After a few minutes, Troye is dressed and ready to go.

He meets Jacob downstairs and they walk out to his car. 

"So, where are we going?" 

Jacob chuckles, "You ask that every time. Can't I just surprise you every once in a while?" 

"But I don't like surprises. You know that." 

"But I love surprising you," Jacob grins. "You're so cute when you're surprised." 

"I'm not cute all the time?" 

"No. You're beautiful." 

Troye blushes and grins. "I love you, Jacob." 

Jacob grins, "I love you, Troye." 

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"This is where we had our first date," Troye says excitedly as they arrive to the beach. 

Jacob nods fondly, "I know it's not ideal to be at the beach in January. But I thought I should make this special, and to make it special, I thought I'd take you back to the place where I first fell in love with you." 

Troye stares at him in shock and confusion. 

"I know you told me not to fall in love with you. But by the time you told me that, it was too late. I was already so deep in love, there was no way I was going to get out." 

Troye smiles, his eyes filling with tears. 

Jacob lets out a breath and sticks his hand in his hoodie pocket, "Troye Sivan." 

"Jacob Bixenman." 

Jacob smiles and pulls out a small box.  Troye's smile drops immediately.

He covers his mouth as tears pour from his eyes. 

Tears escape Jacob's eyes as well as he turns in his seat to face Troye better.

He opens the box allowing the small boy to see the ring, "Troye Sivan, will you marry me?" 

Troye squeezes his eyes shut allowing more liquid to fall down his face.

He nods as he pulls his hands away and sniffles.

"Mhm," he hums not being able to form words without accidentally letting a sob escape. 

Jacob grins and slips the band on Troye's thin finger.

Troye leaps toward Jacob being careful of his tube and hugs him tightly.