Sequins and Somersaults: A Conan Gray Fic

Intruder Alert

Sitting in the back of the school bus, I begin working on my homework. It’s Thursday, and I haven’t seen Conan since Tuesday. I have another lesson tomorrow night, but I’m beginning to wonder why Conan is never at school. Or, if he is, why I never see him around. Right now, though, I’m mostly concerned with getting my homework done so that as soon as I get home I can sleep. Tomorrow night cannot come soon enough.
The bus pulls onto Azalea Street, and I know I’m getting close to home. I write furiously, answering things like “Abraham Lincoln” and “George Washington” on my homework, things that sound like they would be school answers. Just as the bus stops I finish my last paper for the night. Writing “The Declaration of Independence” in the last question box, I begin to shove the paper back into my bag, realizing at the last second that it says “Consumer Math” at the top. Whoops.
The bus stops and I practically run down the steps, ignoring my bus driver saying goodbye. The vehicle begins to pull away as I make my way to the front door, my parent’s cars gone, both at work still. Looking up to the porch, I see a figure through the door.
As I am considering running away or calling the cops, the door to my house opens. Neither my mom or dad is behind it, though. Instead, Conan is standing there, holding a cup of coffee and wearing my mom’s robe over his leotard.
“Conan?” I walk up the porch steps and through the door. “What are you doing here??”
“Well, I’ve been waiting for you to get home for about an hour. I left school early and sat on your porch, but it was too cold so I picked the lock and came inside. I knew you wouldn’t mind.”
I nod, placing my backpack on one of the hooks by our door. “Of course not. Is there something you needed from me, or did you just want to hang out?” My voice gets higher as I squeak out those last words, wondering if he really did just want to see me.
Conan sips his coffee. “There’s a carnival in town, and I wanted someone to go with. I figured you’d be into that kind of thing, since you’re sort of crazy.” Conan makes a motion with his index finger, circling the right side of his head.
My heart flutters. He thought of me. Clearing my throat, I try to sound casual. “Yeah, that could be fun. And I finished my homework, so why not.” I leave out the part about how my parents would totally kill me if they came home and I was gone without telling them where I went. You only live once, am I right or am I right?
I look down at my outfit, something I had chosen specifically for school. I would never fit in at a carnival. I clear my throat and take a step towards my stairs. “Just let me slip into something a little more…comfortable.” I place my foot on the bottom stair and land on one of my dad’s shoes. The world begins to spin around me, and before I know it I am on the ground. My first attempt at being hot: total fail. I think to myself. Picking myself back up as Conan watches, sipping from his coffee mug, I awkwardly wave and run upstairs.
Five minutes later I am back downstairs, now in a pair of powder pink Juicy Couture sweatpants and a cropped long-sleeve-shirt with the words, “Extra Juicy” printed across the chest in glitter.  I’m definitely feeling extra juicy, and I hope Conan can tell.
“Nice. Let’s leave now. I’m taking your mom’s robe by the way.” Conan places down his mug and heads outside, hardly waiting for me.
I hear a bit of banging outside. Walking out, I see Conan pulling his red tricycle from my messy garage. He meets my eyes, obviously seeing the confusion. “I didn’t want it to get stolen,” He says, the wind blowing my mom’s robe around his body. I nod, fully understanding. I know I’m rich and live in a nice neighborhood but like, who wouldn’t want a tricycle like that?? I’m even tempted to steal it.
Aggressively placing the tricycle on the ground, Conan meets my eyes and pats the seat. “Get in loser, we’re going carnival-ing.”