𝓦𝓸𝔀, 𝓘'𝓶 𝓲𝓷 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 ~ 𝓚𝓵𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓹𝓱𝔂 / 𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓶𝓪𝓷

. － Twenty Five // Connor － . (Rem;)

Connor's P.O.V (Remade)

"Where do you live."

I make it more of a statement, and less of a question. Evan shifts uncomfortably next to me in the passenger's seat. He mumbles out some vague directions, and I try my best to drive us there. Now, don't get me wrong. I'm fucking pissed at him right now. But does that honestly mean that I am going to let the old Connor shine through at him? Again? Fuck. No.

I stop at an apartment complex, tapping the steering wheel. He opens the door. "This your place?" Evan nods, unclipping the seatbelt, and starting to leave. He stops outside the car before closing the door. "Can you.." He doesn't turn around. "Can you tell him I'm sorry? When he's, like... actually sober?" I nod, cranking up the radio just a tad. "Tell him yourself, maybe it will make a difference." I breath out, glaring at him. He finally looks back, shutting the door, and walking away. No confrontations. Nothing.

Which was so much better than I thought it would go. I didn't think he'd yell, but I thought he'd do something. At least. That was kind of half-assed, honestly. I look to the backseat. He's asleep, shattered glasses hanging loosely from his pocket. Adorable. That's how I'd describe him. As the car starts up again, he wakes up, slowly sitting up. "Easy there." I say, eyebrow raised in a concerned-for-his-health kind of manner. "Fuck." I make sure to cruise so we don't hit any bumps too hard right now. "You finally sober?" 

"Somewhat." I smile slightly. "..Remember anything?" He looks around, then pauses, bringing a hand up to his mouth. "Oh." He starts. "OH." I sigh awkwardly, turning at a stop sign. "So, was that just Drunk Jared talking, or?.." He shake his head. "No-- well, partially. Kind of. Maybe." 

"So yes?" He shakes his head again. "No, like, Connor I do like you. And not like-- friend like, like, like like." "That's a lot of likes." "That's how much I like you, dummy." 

"You can warm an emos heart." He leans into the front seat, then does something unexpected. Lands a peck on my cheek, then slinks back into the backseat. "That's good, because it'd suck if I couldn't." He exclaims, while I just cherish that moment in my memory.

"Hey, do you-"

I pause, thinking of a good way to put this. "Do you want me to walk home from yours? Cuz, I can do that-" He cuts me off, loudly. "You can sleep with me for tonight." I feel my entire face get hot. Obviously, my brain is suggesting some things that I don't even know if he- this-- we're ready for. He explains directions to me, and we get there pretty quick. I park in his driveway, slamming my head on the steering wheel.

"Holy shit, did I kill you?" He asks, kind of worriedly. "Nah- it's just, erm.." "Just, ermm...?" He asks, opening the door. "I can sleep on the couch." I say, opening my own door. "Con," He gets out of the car, coming to the driver's seat door, and looking at me. "I meant with me, I'm not making you sleep on the couch, and," He coughs. (Something tells me it's fake.) "I kind of want to be with you tonight." I get out, standing in front of him. This is the opportune moment, right? 

I bend down slightly, and kiss him, pulling away a decent amount of time after. "Well, now your definitely not sleeping on the couch." He says, turning and walking toward his door. I blink, shutting my door.

"Wha.. what's that supposed to mean?" He shrugs. "I don't know. You decide. Keys?" My brain stops functioning normally for a second, before I toss him his keys. "Thanks." We both walk in, my brain is overthinking that extremely so. He starts to walk up the stairs. 

"I'm gonna get changed, and like.." He rubs his eyes. "Go get some backup glasses because I really can barely see any shit right now." He mumbles, walking more carefully up the steps now. I hear what I'm assuming is the bathroom door shutting after a while.

I lean back on the wall next to the stairs, taking off my jacket and tying it around my waist. Then I decide to walk up, looking around. There's a few framed pictures on the wall. One of him, (Jared), as a kid, with his parents. A bright young woman stands next to him with dark brunette hair and a pale green dress on. Standing next to her, a proud looking man with a suit on. He's got a kind of jet black hue to his hair, and is wearing some old fashioned kind of glasses. Honestly, he looks a little out of place on the wall, because in every other photo that I can see, it's just Jared and his mom. 

It stops at one last one. Something like the family portrait I saw before, but this time, instead of that proud-looking man, there's a man with ginger hair, holding a briefcase. He's next to that woman, (his mother), but now she looks a little older. Her skin is more tan, brunette hair lighter, and a few more wrinkles. I mean, that makes sense. In this picture Jared's only a little younger than he is now. 

How can I tell? He's got braces then, and those take a year or so to actually get rid of. I look over, the bathroom door opens from down the hall. I tense up. 

"Uh.. hey." He waves, moving past me. "Shit, your looking at those things? Gross man, I had braces for like two years. My mom fuckin' loved them, though. So she took way too many pictures." He walks into his dark room, flicking on the light, and throwing his clothes into an empty hamper, picking up some discarded pieces of trash on the floor. 

"Sorry." He mutters, moving past me again to go throw them away. "'S fine-- Uh, question?" He nods. "Who's that guy with the briefcase in the last photo?" He freezes. "That's just my stepdad." I flinch. "Oh, sorry. Uh, was the divorce, like, shitty?" He doesn't face me, just moves past me, then back to his room. "Yeah... divorce. Sure- yes, it was um. Real bad."

Word Count : 1097

Time : 10:05 p.m.

Inspo : ayoo time to bring in the jared hcs so yes, i am doin splendid inspo wise

P.O.V for the next chapter: one more connor then we done