𝓦𝓸𝔀, 𝓘'𝓶 𝓲𝓷 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 ~ 𝓚𝓵𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓹𝓱𝔂 / 𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓶𝓪𝓷

.－ Nine // Connor －. (Rem;)

Connor's P.O.V (Remade)

"Murphy! Hey, you!" I turn completely around. Veronica's standing, like, right there. I jump back. "Did I scare ya? Sorry, man." I sort of brush it off, waving my hand around. "No, no, it's fine. Your good." She smiled widely at that.

"So... Connor." I tilt my head. "Yeah. What?" She holds up a bright pink ticket to my face. I read the writing on it. "'Halloween Dance'? Hey, I don't know about this." She frowned. "Dude, the ticket cost me fifty bucks." Jesus. "T-then why'd you buy it?!" She groans. "For you, smartass!" 

"I don't dance." Veronica laughs. "Neither do I. We're going for kicks, dude. Michael's gonna start a rebellion or some shit. It's gonna be crazy?" She waves the ticket in my face. "No." I deadpan. "Ugh, fine. I guess I'll just have to tell Jared that your not coming."

"Uh, you never said-- you never said anything about Jared going." God, that sounded so fucking stupid and so fucking desperate. "Well, now I did. So are you coming, or not?" I grab the ticket, shoving it into my bag. "If your lying, so help me.."

"What? No. He said he'll come if you do. I think. Something like that." I can physically feel myself go pink. "Okay, whatever. I'll think. When is it?" She puts her hands on her waist, stuffing the remaining however-many tickets in her skirt pocket. "October eighteenth, 8:00 p.m."

"I only have a week to prepare??" She giggles, and walks away. "So your coming. Cool! I'll go tell Kleinman." Well that was... odd. And not like, Veronica Sawyer's usual strangeness. (From what I know of her.) Did she figure out I like him? Was it that obvious? If so, does he already know? Fuck. I'm definitely not asking him specifically to the dance. That's way too upfront. I'll totally fuck myself over with that as well, and say something stupid. I might work up the courage to talk to him about it. But who knows. Definitely not ready for a straight up confession and invitation to go with me to some stupid corny-ass dance. 

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Lunch is, once again, crowded. Hundreds of kids spill over each other, it's like a battlefield. No joke. I carefully-as-possible make my way through, to the back of the cafeteria, to the rejects table. I sit down somewhere different this time. Closer to him. If he notices then I'm actually offing myself this time.

He talks about regular teenager stuff. What crazy things he has planned for the weekend, gossip on the school's cliques, etcetera. Then he turns to me. "Hey, your being really quiet. Something up?" By now everybody's gone back to conversing with each other. He's looking at me like he needs an answer to that. "Um. No, I just... it's fun to listen to you. I don't wanna interrupt." I swear I could see he jaw drop for a second. Just a mere moment, but it happened, for sure. He tries to avoid ever doing that, or so it seems. 

"Awh, c'mon. What are you doing this week? Anything, like.. fun, or just hanging out?" I shrug. "Mostly just working on songs, hanging out, basically. Yeah." He smiles. "You write songs?" Shit. I just said that. Now he's going to want to know about those songs. He's going to want to know about the songs that I wrote about being a fucking trainwreck, and loving him. Damn. "That's sick. You should show me one sometime." 

"Aha, well.. I don't know. Their all kinda bad." He shrugs right back at me. "'S okay. I don't mind." Stop. Being. So. Cute. "You don't have to show the personal ones to me.. but some that you wouldn't mind too much about? Maybe those?"

"Uh, sure. Maybe. I still don't know. I'll think about it." He nods, adjusting his glasses. "Anyways," Michael says, huge smile on his face and everything. "Where the fuck did you come from?" Jared asks, making a genuinely weirded out expression. "You'll never know~" Michael says back, in one of those 'OoOoO, I'm a scary gHoStTtT!' type voices. "What do you want." He shoots back at him.

"You guys both got the dance invitation, right?" Jared nods, and I do too. "Nice!" He sighs. "I'm still probably not going." Michael frowns. "Ronny paid a-hundred bucks in total for both of you, plus everyone else." I fiddle with a ring I have on. "Fine." I look up, stop, and then look at him. "What?" Me and Michael both ask at the same time. "I'll go. Your being so fucking annoying about it, so I'll go. But leave me alone afterwards. Got it?"

Word Count : 855

Time : 9:36 p.m. (there is a massive lightning + thunder storm that literally is lighting up my entire pitch-black bedroom, and rattling my house in general, and it's been raging for like, 6 hours. holy fuck OvO)

Inspiration : Pretty dang great, assuming I just made a kleinphy playlist with 102 songs in it, AND wrote four chapters all in one day

P.O.V For The Next Chapter : Jaree <3