Connor's P.O.V (Remade)
                              He sits down on his bed, stretching his arms up as I walk in.
                              Something about his answer seemed off. Definitely like he was hiding something. But I wouldn't want to meddle in any of his personal business, so I padlock the idea of trying to figure out whats up with that and shove it deep in the back of my mind, un-zoning out and then almost immediately feeling somewhat hot and bothered again.
                              It's not like he made it that way intentionally-- okay, it's probably not like that. He isn't wearing anything weird, just some Ellison State Park T shirt and rolled up jeans. 
                              "You sleep in jeans?" I ask, awkwardly. "Sometimes." He says, shrugging at me. "Uh.. are you good with sleeping in that?" What is this? Hard-to-get or something? Is he trying to get me like this and act like he isn't? Or... is he just being normal and I'm an extremely weird person? I can't tell, so I shove my shirt off and onto the floor. He examines me, I can tell he's heating up, his face is turning a slight shade of pink. "You sleep without a shirt on often?" He asks, darting down onto his bed and facing the wall away from me. I walk over and lay down next to him, staring straight up at the swirling ceiling fan. There's some writing on one of the parts, but it's going so fast that I can't see what it says. So I decide not to focus on it.
                              Instead, I lean over to my side, wrapping my arms around his chest. He flinches, but then slowly gets used to it, turning himself around to finally face me and burying his head in my chest. "Why'd you think I invited you over. Actually." I'm sure that I'm making the weirdest fucking expression. I bite my lip, and loosen my grip around him.
                              "I still don't know what you wanted me over for." "That's not what I asked. And also, I said, I just wanted to be with you tonight." "Okay," I start. "But like, what did you want us to do?" I say this statement quieter, resting my chin on his head. "Well, definitely not, like." He buries his face further into my chest. "Intimate stuff." 
                              "Oh thank fucking God." I laugh, loosening completely. "Wait-- you thought that's what I wanted us to do?" He darts his eyes up at me. "Well, I just. You were just." "I get it, I'm hot." He exclaims, while I smile, bringing his head up and kissing his forehead. "Okay, okay. I guess your hot too." 
                              "Jared-" "What?" "The lights still on." "Oh." "Oh?" "Yeah, that's too bad. Because I'm not moving, and I don't want you to move." "I'll give you kisses." "You drive a hard bargain." "I'll give you a bunch of kisses." "Fine, deal, I guess." 
                              I sit up, un-tying the jacket from my waist and throwing it next to my discarded shirt, picking that back up and putting it on, then flicking off the light switch and shutting the door. I walk back, laying back down and kissing the tip of his nose. He wraps his arms around my waist. 
                              "Your fucking cute." He mumbles. "Your still kind of drunk, aren't you?" "I'm only a little bit drunk" I sigh, and begin to pay him back for leaving for that moment, kissing his lips. "Well, you definitely taste like you've had too much spiked punch." "Maybe." 
                              He places his head in the crook of my neck, while I slide my hands up his back, and under his shirt. He yawns, moving his hands much more gently to my chest. 
                              "Your headaches gonna be real bad." I manage to mutter out, as I feel myself sink into the mattress peacefully. He's asleep. On me. With his hands in my hair now. I move one of my hands, and take off his completely new pair of glasses, placing them on the nightstand, and drifting off. Who fucking knows, I think. Maybe I'll dream about actually having fun at a corny high school dance. Y'know, like, actually dancing.
                              Word Count : 766
                              Time : 10:42 p.m. because i have no life whatsup
                              Inspo : nice, nice. a friend suggested i read an angsty ass fic today so now im just like hey what if i just let jared get hugs and kisses from his emo bf for a bit, eh? take that gloogs, i love angst but dear jared kleinman killed me-
                              P.O.V for the next chapter: Finally Jared again 0-0
                              
                                      
                                          
                                   
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