𝓦𝓸𝔀, 𝓘'𝓶 𝓲𝓷 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 ~ 𝓚𝓵𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓹𝓱𝔂 / 𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓶𝓪𝓷

. － Twenty Four // Connor － . (Rem;)

Connor's P.O.V (Remade)

[Also let's all just take a minute to realize that I forgot this was also a Connor chapter and almost put 'Jared' there ajefhih]

I look around at everyone. Observing my surroundings, I guess. 

"So, how crazy do you get when your drunk?" I ask, hesitantly. He leans onto me, I can hear both cups crash onto the floor. Barely anything compared to the sound system in here. I look over at him, now burying his face in my shoulder. "Jared." I state, staring at him.

"Connie~" He coos back. I stiffen almost immediately. He clings onto my arm, smiling like a guy who's already had too much to drink would. Which he is. So that makes enough sense. 

Suddenly, he stumbles away from me, about to dive back into the sea of people. I grab his shoulder. "No fucking way are you having any more alcohol." He looks at me oddly. "I'm goin' tothe bathroom?" He slurs. I sigh, and follow him over there just in case. He does actually end up leading me out of the cafeteria and towards the restroom. So I wait outside, as he tries to walk steadily in. (And fails.)

I walk in and lean against the wall next to the door so I'm not watching him, (Or anybody else for that matter,) but I definitely am ready to help him up from the floor. I listen for a minute, and hear a groan. Like, not one from pain just, like, annoyance? I wait before I look over.

"Evann..." He mutters, quieter now. "Jared, your-" Evan starts. "Drunk. Your drunk." I can practically hear him nod. "NoshitSherlock." I look over. 

"I don't remember school dances having booze." He laughs nervously. Jared doesn't respond, tries to glare at Evan but it doesn't really come off the way he wants it to. He looks sort of angry, but mostly just sad and confused. "Well, okay. I know. You don't want to talk to me, I suck, I get that. I um. I just." "Spitit out, Hansen."

"I missed you." He starts. "I miss you. I didn't want it to go this way, to be this way." I can hear him breaking down. Forcing himself not to sob. I've been there. I know how profoundly dumb it sounds. "I-I wanted to do it with you but I. Pushed you away. Like a fucking asshole."

"And now, you hate me." 

He stares at Evan, then down. "I-- don'thate you." He leans on the sink, sighing. "Ilovedyou for a while. But then you.." Evan shakes his head. "Ruined it." "Yeah. Maybe a little." He steps closer. "Is there any chance that maybe I could... could.. um, like. Be with you. Again?"

"Why?" I tilt my head. Because your fucking amazing, maybe, just spitballing. "Whydoyoumiss me? I'm notworththat. Zoe's worththat, just go with Zoe and.. leave me." Evan blinks, stepping closer to him once again. "Nonono, I'm not-- I'm not doing that again, losing you again, losing the one I should have been looking at the whole time."

"Huh..?" He shoulders reach his ears. I know what comes next. I sink back, and lean on the wall, starting to sliding down. Why the fuck would he be interested in me. The freak. The suicidal maniac. The fucking kid who threw a printer at his teacher. God, am I stupid.

I look over. Sure enough, I'm watching a make-out session happen before my eyes. I blink and then Evan's on his neck. He has his fingers all up in his hair,  but then, out of nowhere, they slide down, and he pushes him away. "Evs-- I can't-- I can't fucking do thisanymore!" He yells. His glasses are all crooked. I watch them fall off, and then onto the ground. And wince when I hear a short cracking sound. That can't be good. "I'msorry." He manages to mumble out, stumbling back completely. 

Jared moves past him, and then past me, out the door, out of the fucking school. I can hear the door slam. I get up, and walk back in to grab his glasses. I fold them, sweeping some glass shards under the sink with my boot. Evan's still just standing there, breathing hard. I grab his shoulder.

"Hey." I say, trying to soften my expression. "It's gonna be okay." He calms down. "I'll be right back, I can drive you home." He nods. "You don't... h-have--" I sigh. "No, it's happening. Fucking deal with it, Hansen. I'm driving you home, and your giving him a break." This time he gulps, then nods. "Swear it?" I ask. He holds out his hand. "I swear." He lets out, shakily. Now I nod, grabbing his hand and shaking it firmly. "Wait by the doors. I'll be back soon." 

I walk out, to the doors, shaking any remaining small pieces of glass out of the frames. He's at that same bench again. I go up to him, sitting down, handing him his glasses. "Their a little bent up--" "I've got extras." "Oh."

We sit in silence for a minute. His head is in his knees. "I'm sorry." He doesn't take them, so I hold them in my hands, examining the huge ass crack along one part of it in the moonlight. "There's nothingyou should be sorry about." "I'm sorry that I made you come." "You didn't make me come here."

"Yeah, well I feel like I helped. So I'm sorry." He shakes his head, finally looking over at me. I can spot the obvious tears in his eyes. "Evan's a dick." I say, as I scooch closer to him. "No, hejust doesn't know what he'sdoing." I blink. "Drunk Jared seems much more profound then Regular Jared."

"Yeah, well, Drunk Jared is annoyed right now, so. He'ssaying dumb shit thatheprobably shouldn't be saying. Thinkingdumbshittoo." I pause, and tilt my head. "Well... what's he thinking?"

"That kiss was nice." He says. "That Evan's the only thing I have- the only person I did feel safe withso I shouldn't be complaining." I chuckle. "I'm right here y'know." He looks at me. "Huh?" I've already had the thought. 'He's drunk, so what the hell?' "Yeah, I'm open."

"Dude," He stares at me now, head out of knees, leaning toward me. "Really?" I nod, and laugh. "And I know how stupid that sounds. But really, I just like you and." I can feel my cheeks warm up uncomfortably so. "And?" 

"And, and. I don't know. Your just so fun to talk to, and you've got so many layers.. your interesting, and funny. A bit of a dick, but really that's only on the surface, and-" He gets a bit closer to me. My hands un-grip the bench, and one of them meets his. I look toward him, absolute eye contact engaged. "You've got amazing eyes." He snorts. "Thanks, they don't work." I laugh along with him, holding his hand on the bench with mine.

"But uh. Dig deep. Would you ever like, consider liking me?" He pauses, eyes stuck staring back at me. "Youreally haven't figured it out yet?" "What..?" "I like youtoo! Dumbass!" He tilts his head one way, and immediately kisses me. 

And like, of course, at that point, I saw it coming. But did I see how fucking good it felt coming? Nope. Definitely not. Did I see him sliding his hands up to my neck, and wrapping his arms around me coming? Fuck no. But god. Did it feel so much better than I ever could have thought.

We pull away. His hands are all tangled up in my hair. "Wow." I mumble. "Was it.. good?" I nod probably too much. "Good? That felt fucking amazing."

Word Count : 1348

Time : 10:46 p.m.

Inspo : noice, iT FINALLY HAPPENED!!! I CAN FINALLY MAKE THEM ACTUALLY HOOK UP NOW UGGHH AND IT TOOK 24 WHOLE CHAPTERS TOO WRKJEBIWRH I AM DRAINED BUT I NEED TO FINALLY WRITE THIS RELATIONSHIP hHHHHHHh

P.O.V for the next chapter: "connie" lol, ill go back to jared at some point. probs in hangover stage tbh