𝓦𝓸𝔀, 𝓘'𝓶 𝓲𝓷 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 ~ 𝓚𝓵𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓹𝓱𝔂 / 𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓶𝓪𝓷

. － Twenty Three // Connor － . (Rem;)

Connor's P.O.V (Remade)

"Do you have everything you need for tonight?"

Mom asks, turning around from setting the table. "Are you sure there's gonna be food there? I can go and make you something." I kiss her on the cheek, and side-hug her. "Mom. I'm gonna be fine, alright? I promise I won't eat too much candy if there is any. And I'll have something while I'm there, or after." She smiles.

"Oh.. my boy! All grown up, and going to a dance!" She brings out her phone from the counter next to her. "One picture?" I nod. "Sure, one picture." She tells me to pose, so I hold up a peace sign and smile. Her phone clicks, and she sets it back down again. "This is going in the family scrapbook!" She beams, her smile sweetening even more. "I can't wait to see it." I respond, straightening out my bag on my shoulder, and starting on my walk out of the house putting out my hand to wave bye.

"Oh, and Connor, don't forget." She starts. I turn back. "I love you." My smile widens. "Love you too, mom." 

I get out just as an SUV pulls up in front of my house. I wave goodbye to my mom, once again, and get in, slamming the door closed. There's some faint radio rock station playing in the background. "Your mom seems nice." He smiles. And god, is it absolutely heart-melting at the moment. I nod. "Yeah, she just loves checking in on me." His smile goes sort of thin. "Lucky." He mumbles, like it is and isn't meant for me to hear. I sit straight in my chair.

"I still like your nails." "Well, I like your hair." I roll my eyes. "Now that- that was my mom's idea." He shrugs. "Yeah, but I like it put up. Kinda cute, y'know?" I stare at him for a minute, then immediately at the window so he at least partially can't see how much I just went red at that dumb little sentence.

"Uh. Here's a random question," I shoot back, nervously. He nods, kind of like a non-verbal "Go ahead." I pause, then look back at him. "Are you like-- I mean, I'm not trying to stereotype or anything, but are you umm..." He raises an eyebrow, then laughs. "Yes, Murphy. I'm gay." 

Oh thank fucking god, now I might be able to not worry about it for a bit.

"Cool." We sit in silence for a few minutes. "Uh- sorry. That. I, um. That was a really abrupt answer, and I can like, tone it down, if I.. like offend.. you?" He side eyes me nervously. "Ohmygod, no. You do not offend me, Jesus H. Christ." His shoulders kind of bounce. "I can totally relate, well not completely, just. Like, I'm." Breathe in, breathe out. "I'm bi."

"Ah, gotcha." He looks back at the road completely. "But just so you know, I'm unleashing all the fruitiness I've been holding back since I met you now that your cool with it." I laugh. "Dude, totally felt." 

~

We walk through the field, and toward the main area where everyone is hanging around and waiting for the dance to start. I spot Jeremy somewhere in the crowd, and tug Jared along with me to go meet up with him.

"Hey, Jeremy." I say, when we're close enough to him so he can actually hear us. "Oh, hey. You two look." He pauses. "Less normal then usual." He looks next to me. "Loving the nails." He adds. "Thanks, Heere." 

"Well, I'm just waiting for Micha to give me early entry. You guys want in on it, or would you rather me save you a spot somewhere?" Jared looks him up and down. "No way is a toothpick like you gonna hold that many spots from people like them." He points to some jock group nearby. "Good point. So, your coming?" We both nod. "Sure." I chime in.

We talk for like, fifteen minutes. It gets a little less spacious at some point, and we inch ourselves into a corner. Then, suddenly, there's a tap on my shoulder. "Sup'." Michael says, huge smile and all. "Glad to see you look a little fancy. Still no costumes, but I guess since you tried a little so, I'll let you in." Jeremy fist pumps as he leads us through some secret back door. Not after taking our tickets, though. 

The room is mostly dark, but multi-colored strobe lights line the ceiling so at least it isn't pitch black. I lean up against a wall in the back, he stands next to me. Music plays in the background. I check my phone, it's 7:50. Jeremy hangs around Michael, and he mouths out the words: "Gonna spike the punch later" Then gets back to talking. 

Eventually, everyone else is let in. A fuck-ton of teenagers all rush in, in various amounts of insane costumes. I try to push myself more into the wall. I can handle parties, but they aren't usually my kinda deal. In a matter of minutes the entire cafeteria is filled. Jared doesn't seem too bothered by it. This. Like he's done this whole party thing millions of times before. And maybe he has. 

He keeps his eye on Michael the whole time, so I do too, watching him. I know he's just waiting for him to spike the punch. Eventually he does leave into another room, coming out with a plastic grocery bag. 

"Oh fuck, what's he up to?" I hear another voice say. We both look over, Rich is standing next to me. "Hey dweebs." I wave. "Hi. Nice to meet you?" I hold out my hand, and he high fives it. I mean, I guess that works? "So your Connor, right?" I nod. "And your Rich." He nods back.

"So, Connor, Jared," He starts. "What're we looking at here?" "Michael's spiking the punch." Rich's eyes go wide. "Really? Fuck yeah." I still watch Michael as they talk for around ten minutes. I watch him slowly inch his way to the bowl, and very subtly wait until everyone is gone, then dump alcohol into it quick before any kind of teacher sees. 

"You think he's done?" I say, as I watch Michael speed-walk away. "Only one way to find out." They both start walking. "You want anything?" I shake my head. "Not alcohol. Can't. Uh, maybe water? If there's any?" Rich nods. "Totally, one water probably coming right up." I laugh. "Okay."

They come back soon after, Rich tossing me a water bottle, while holding two red solo cups, and Jared next to him, only holding one. "What did he even pour in there?" "I dunno. I'm finding out now." They both take a huge sip from their cups at the same time, while I watch, unscrewing the lid to my water bottle. "So...?"

"Oh, yeah. Definitely some sort of whiskey mix." I feel my eyelids raise. "Damn." Rich chugs the other one. "You think I'm drunk enough to ask out Jake yet?" Jared stares at him, then places his hands on his shoulders. "Richard Goranski, go ask out your dream bitch." "Oh hell yeah!"

He stumbles off into the crowd, dropping the empty cups on the floor. "Alright. How bad is it?" I say, taking a sip of my water. "Pretty terrible." He takes a final gulp of the drink. "I'm gonna go grab another one." I laugh. "Please don't get alcohol poisoning at a school dance." 

"No promises!" He responds, walking through the sea of people. Not even two minutes later, he's back with two cups. "Oh, no." I mumble. "Oh yes."

"Jared, no." I say, glaring at him. "Ughh, Jared yes motherfucker." I sigh, and put the cap back on my water bottle. "Your going to get drunk."

"Well, if I act weird or try to do something dumb, call the police." "No, I'm just going to end up taking you home early." "Hmm. Deal."

Word Count : 1387

Time : 10:40 a.m. 

Inspo : p gud, im writing these instead of doing schoolwork tho so im fearing my mother slaughtering me brutally over it :))

P.O.V for the next chapter: still connor (like,, im not writing a pov for a drunk person, favourite character or not,,,)