𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒 [ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ]

morning sunshine

Your eyes fluttered open, the brightness of the sun shining through the window, hurting your eyes. You went to sit up when you realized an arm was laying across your chest. You looked to the right of you to see Connie passed out, slightly snoring. You remembered that you were supposed to watch him, you weren't supposed to fall asleep. By now, Connie was bound to be sobered up from the drugs.

You took his arm off of your chest and shook his shoulder gently, trying to get him to wake up. "Connie? Connie, wake up," you muttered, but he didn't budge at all. If he was a deep sleeper, then this was going to be hard.

You looked out into the hallway and didn't see much movement going on, so the coast was most likely clear. You eyed Connie again and tried to get him to wake up, even smacking him with a pillow. How did anyone ever get this boy awake? Unless the drugs were hard enough to completely knock him out, which, they probably were.

Determind to get his ass awake, you started to get up from the bed, but his hands reached out and pulled you back, your face facing his as his arms locked around you. You went rigid, not sure how to feel about your position right now since you two were so close.

But looking at him from this angle, with the sun's rays lighting up his skin, making him look warm...he never looked better. His short gray hair was spiking up in clumps in all directions after sleeping on it, making you giggle a little. He looked peaceful, his usually smirky and smiley face at rest, with some faint smile lines you could see. You wished you could see those honey eyes up close, just to see what other colors were in them, just to get lost in them for a while.

You took in a breath and felt your heart beating, your hand going to fix his hair, when he started to blink his eyes open. You froze, your hand just above his forehead as he stared at you with lazy eyes, the realization slowly dawning on his face.

It was quiet. He looked at you in a way no one had ever looked at you before, the kind of expression you couldn't decipher, the emotions unknown. It was terrifying not knowing what he was thinking, but he never broke his gaze and neither did you. His arm moved, his hand wrapping around yours.

"So what were you doing?" He asked, smirking as his honey eyes narrowed. You began to blush but bit the inside of your cheek to stop yourself.

"Your hair was messy, I was just fixing it," you nonchalantly replied, flicking your eyes to his hand holding yours.

"You know, I thought you said I didn't have hair," he leered and you instantly started to feel ashamed for ever saying that to him.

"Please, I feel so bad about that," you apologized, but Connie just smiled at you and you wondered what he was thinking.

"I know you are. I get those jokes all the time, but from you? That was unexpected. I've never heard that from somebody I've never known," he finally let go of your hand and it was cold now, part of you wishing he would take it again.

"But now you know me," you replied and he shrugged, making you question what he meant by that.

"W-I thought we were friends?" You gasped dramatically and he let out a light laugh and you swore he started to lean in.

"Still doesn't mean you can make those jokes. They're kind of old," he said in a knowingly tone, and you promised you would never make fun of him for his choice of hairstyle ever again.

You and Connie lied there for a while, his arms still around you, but more loose as you talked about all sorts of things like your favorite color, favorite foods, favorite movie genres, and so on.

"So what about your family? Tell me about them," he encouraged and you started to think about your parents and your little brother and how much you missed them. He saw the change in your expression and worry flashed across his eyes but you reassured him you were fine.