𝓦𝓸𝔀, 𝓘'𝓶 𝓲𝓷 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 ~ 𝓚𝓵𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓹𝓱𝔂 / 𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓶𝓪𝓷

. － Nineteen // Connor － . (Rem;)

Connor's P.O.V (Remade)

I step on the gas, going decently slow down the road. Jared yawns next to me, staring at my movements. "Yeah, and then you just keep doing that until we get back to school. We only really need to cruise.." He rubs one of his eyes. "Get some sleep." I respond, giving him one of those sympathetic looks. 

"Fine, mom..." He grumbles. I smile slightly, but keep my eyes on the road. Even when he drifts off. Even when all I can hear is the air conditioning and light snoring. Even when his head falls directly on my shoulder. I don't speed up, or slow down, when it happens. I play it cool, keeping everything other than probably a massive amount of blush internal. Then I turn right, and continue on to the school.

~

I don't want to wake him. We're sitting in the outskirts of the high school, in the same place his SUV was parked before. I honestly don't want to wake him up, but what would he want? I mean, it's Jared. He'd definitely want me to wake him up so he can at least be on time for his second period. But would he even have enough energy for the rest of the school day in general? 

Is sleeping in the passenger's seat really going to help that at all, anyways? 

~

I nudge his arm. His eyes flutter open, and he looks at me with that groggy kind of realization that he still needs to go to school. "Hi," He says, quietly. "Good afternoon, sunshine." I laugh while saying it. He laughs too, then suddenly stops. "Wait, afternoon?" 

"Uh.. yeah." He gives me a quick glare. "Dude, how many periods did I miss?" I tug at one of my jacket strings, and stuff a hand in my pocket. "Like, I dunno," I start. "Most of them?" He sighs, and grabs his backpack. "I can't be late for anything else. My teachers already hate my guts, man. Now they're gonna also think that I was out doing drugs or some shit."

"I'm pretty sure that if they don't understand that skipping doesn't automatically equal drugs, then they don't have the IQ to be teaching children." He rolls his eyes. "Whatever, let's just hurry, alright?" 

We get out of the car, and speed walk back to school. Back to the entrance, through the doors. He looks into some random classroom that's in session. "Shit, I forgot it's lunch right now." He checks his phone, soon after stuffing it into his jeans pocket. "It is afternoon."

"Well.. okay. Fine. I'll do lunch. But after that, your helping me get the homework from my classes." I nod, and smile. "Sure, why not." He adjusts his glasses, and we walk to the cafeteria. Michael is there, sitting in his usual place next to Jeremy. But now there's someone next to Jeremy as well, a girl wearing a jean jacket and a bright blue headband. We sit down, and I stare at her for a moment. Who is she?

"Oh, right, Connor. You haven't met Christine, have you?" I shake my head, and the girl (Christine) holds out her hand. "Christine Canigula." I awkwardly shake her hand, putting on a thin smile. "Connor Murphy." She giggles. "Very nice to meet you." I slide my hand back to it's original place in my pocket. "Ditto." I mumble, looking around. 

No other new people, just her, apparently. Speaking of Christine, she goes back to talking with Jeremy about what seems to be theater. "So... their theater kids." I ask, nudging Jared's arm. "Oh, totally." He responds. "They've been in practically every school play since they even got into high school." He exclaims, bringing out his phone and searching through it for a minute.

There's a picture of Jeremy and Christine on stage, Christine is playing some princess leading role, and Jeremy is the prince. "Cute." I say, laughing. He laughs back. "Yeah, their like two dorky peas in a dorky pod." I nod. "Seriously."

Michael looks over to us, suddenly focusing all of his attention on us alone. "You guys talking about musicals?" I smirk at him. "Close. We're talking about those two," I point out Jeremy and Christine with my finger. "Yeah, so musicals, basically." And then Jared sighs, giving Michael a look like he's a loveable dumbass. (Which he is.) 

Word Count : 787

Time : 11:01 p.m. are you surprised? Why-

Inspo : pretty gud, but i had to do shit today sadly so i didn't get to update more stuffs on this which annoys me, but whatever whatever it's fine we good

P.O.V for the next chapter: Connor's tired soon-to-be bf ^^