𝓦𝓸𝔀, 𝓘'𝓶 𝓲𝓷 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 ~ 𝓚𝓵𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓹𝓱𝔂 / 𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓶𝓪𝓷

. － Twenty One // Connor － . (Rem;)

Connor's P.O.V (Remade)

I stare over at my guitar. Hanging pointlessly on the wall next to dumb excuses for cover-ups on the holes in it next to it. There's a door next to it, obviously a bathroom. 

Michael texted me from a group chat Jared added me into the other night. Something about school only being a half day, and the rest being put off for prepping the cafeteria for the dance. I sit up in my bed, then get up completely and grab some new clothes from my dresser. 

Nothing too special, but something different. Then I walk into my bathroom, and prepare to shower. 

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The walk to school is much more eventful then it usually is. More decorations are set up in the houses around mine, and even mine is a little bit halloween-d up. I guess Larry bought some little foam graves the other night and set those out. And I know that mom has at least three and a half bowls of huge-ass candy bars to hand out.

Mostly they (Or at least mom,) like it when trick or treaters come to their door. I guess I can understand the appeal. All those kids are happy. Maybe it reminds them of me and Zoe when we were younger. I mean, they talk about it a lot. How when we were younger we were best friends. But never how by the way she looks at me it seems like we are now worst enemies. 

I keep walking down the street. Past my neighborhood, and to the next, until I get to school. 

There's teens in costumes all over the place when I do get there. Girls trying to sneak past the dress code, and guys drooling over them. Well, okay, most guys. Some are just like me. Staring at that mess and wondering why the fuck it's even such a big deal.

I can understand the appeal of handing out treats to kids, but I will never fucking understand the appeal of a girl in some skimpy outfit with a fake tail, or devil horns attached.

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Half day.

I've been wondering about what Michael meant by that. Because, of course, it's a half day. Half of a day. But like, does it mean half our classes are canceled? Do we go home to prep as well straight after lunch? I guess I'll ask, lunch is starting in around ten minutes.

I look around. All the kids in my class are clearly not paying attention. Some are even on their phones. It makes sense- there's a sub today. A quiet sub, at that. 

The bell rings, and she quietly-as-hell tries to tell us to turn in some worksheet tomorrow that I will probably end up emailing the actual teacher about at some point. 

I walk out, and toward the cafeteria, then into my seat before it gets too crowded. Jared comes by and sits down next to me (again) a bit after, chatting for a minute with everyone else, then looking at me.

"So today's actually the day, huh?" He laughs awkwardly. "Ah- yeah. And I'm definitely never going to forget that seeing as Michael sent me over ten texts the other night." I dart my eyes toward Michael, and he smiles. "So, y'all changed your minds about not going in costumes or are you gonna be boring?"

"I'd choose boring over stupid any day." I nod. "I'd really rather not. But don't let us stop you from having whatever fun you wanna have." Michael shrugs. "Okay, losers. I'll visit you in the anti-social corner your most definitely going to be standing in." 

"Sure, Michael." Jared chimes in. "We'll visit you when your sucking Jeremy's lips off." He glares at him. "Yeah," He starts. "You do that." 

He adjusts his glasses and smiles smugly. "That's how you avoid a conversation with Michael Mell, take notes, Murphy." I laugh. "Sure, okay." He goes back to conversing with everyone else while I bring out a book and start reading through the next chapter.

"Oh, hey, Connor." I look up. "Yeees?" He fake-coughs, and taps the table. "Do you want me to, like, pick you up for the dance from yours?" I blink at him, completely dumbfounded. "If you don't though that's totally fine, you can walk-" I cut him off. "Dude, of course. Is Rich coming in the car with us too?" He shrugs. "Probably not. He's got his own ride."

"Ah, nice. Well, I'll see you tonight, then."

Word Count : 786

Time : 8:53 p.m. ahahahaha

Inspo : good ig, im channeling all my anger into these at the moment so i hope their like,, okay???

P.O.V for the next chapter: the insanely cool jared kleinman