Far From Perfect || Tronnor

9: Little Confused Boy

I sit on my bed in the dark, debating how I should reply to Connor's text. I thought about it for at least five minutes before writing,

"Who is this?"

It was only three words long, yet I was scared out of my mind to send it. I didn't want to seem rude because he probably knew that I knew it was him. I channeled all of my inner courage and pressed the "send" button.

Leaning back onto my pillow, I sighed as I waited for a reply. He could literally say anything. He could embarrass me, laugh at me, or just answer my question like a normal human being would. But Connor Franta is not a normal human, now is he?

He responded shortly after with,

"Don't be stupid, you know who this is ;)"

I sighed. How was I supposed to reply to that text? It literally left me no other option but to admit I knew it was Connor. The next message I sent was,

"Connor, what do you want?

And how the hell did you get my number?"

When I realized that he wasn't going to reply immediately, I decided to give myself some Tumblr time. I sat up and walked over to my desk. Opening my laptop, I looked over at my phone once more, still waiting for his reply. Once Tumblr was open, I don't think my fingers rested for at least ten minutes. At the time, I was too distracted to notice how much time passed by, but as soon as my phone screen lit up, I realized it took him over fifteen minutes to respond. Strange.

The text read,

"First, Sam gave it to me. He is kinda drunk if you know what I mean..."

Of course he's drunk. Why wouldn't he be? I continued reading,

"And for you information, he got himself drunk, it wasn't me!"

I relaxed a little when I read this. This meant that Connor didn't encourage Sam to drink his problems away. However, this didn't mean that Connor tried to stop him.

I read the next text,

"And to answer the first question, I was bored. Sam is acting really....drunk, and I was sick at laughing at him."

I laughed at this. Out of all of Connor's friends, he decided to text me? I should've been flattered, but instead I was annoyed. Just because Connor was being nice to me, didn't mean I loved his attention. I wasn't that predictable!

The next text I sent him was supposed to help expand the conversation.

"Wait, you are not drunk?"

I don't know what I expected to respond with, but it definitely wasn't the "Yup" I got in reply. At the time, I was getting frustrated. I suck at texting people because I haven't had very much practice. Usually, the only time I would ever have to text anyone would either be for food, or to hang out. I had no clue how to keep a texting conversation going, and Connor really wasn't helping.

I thought about the ways I could reply to his, "Yup". Everything I tried didn't work. Finally, I resorted to simply changing the subject. I typed in a quick,

"So what do you want to talk to me about?"

Hitting send, I went back to Tumblr. My blog was finally nearing 2K and I was super proud of it. If anything, it was the thing I was most proud about in my life. Considering, me having a crap load of followers on a site that only a tenth of the internet knows about was my biggest achievement, than I was seriously considering re-evaluating my life.