𝓦𝓸𝔀, 𝓘'𝓶 𝓲𝓷 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 ~ 𝓚𝓵𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓹𝓱𝔂 / 𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓶𝓪𝓷

. － Twenty Eight // Connor － . (Rem;)

Connor's P.O.V (Remade)

We get into his car, ready to head over to my house. I check again if he knows the directions, and he says yes for the second time, reminding me again, that Evan Fucking Hansen had told him himself where me and my family lived.

Which is weird, because I already feel unsafe about him knowing where I live. (Unsafe = I feel like he's going to kidnap Zoe sometimes,) But if I hadn't met Jared? And he just randomly knew where I lived, because Evan told his friends? I can't even imagine...

"Hey, we're here," He snaps me out of it. I nod, getting out. "I'll be right back." "No kiss goodbye?" "Jesus." I mumble, blowing a kiss to him. "There," He sighs. "Fine, fine. I'll accept your air kisses, Murphy." He adjusts his glasses, leaning partially on the steering wheel, and gesturing for me to hurry up so we can get to school on time, probably. 

I walk in, there's a spare key under the mat. "Oh! Welcome home." My mother immediately hugs me. "Hey, mom." Zoe's sitting at the breakfast table, eating cereal. She sighs after swallowing a mouthful of cheerios. "Great. Vacations over." I wave at her awkwardly. "Uh, I was, well, I was just gonna stay with Jared. Again. So. Vacations back on?" I can feel myself trying to lighten her mood by smiling, but the smile is way too big and forced. 

"As long as your not here, I don't give a shit." Mom turns, glaring her direction. "Language, young lady!" I snort, but clear my throat when she stares daggers my way. I would love to tell her 'Hey, Zoe, I was laughing at the 'young lady' thing, not you getting in trouble!' but then would she really honestly believe me? "Heck," She starts, boredly. "I don't give a heck. If Connor's gone. Because he sucks."

"For the record," Mom purses her lips. "That wasn't any better." Zoe shrugs, finishing the last bite of her cereal. "Whatever." She walks over to the sink to put her bowl away, and then back upstairs, to her room most likely, not giving me or our mom a second glance. "Ugh," She looks at me sympathetically. "Alright. Well, I just came to grab some spare clothes, a toothbrush.. that sort of thing." She smiles.

"Hon, I'm so glad you found a friend. Well, I was glad when you found Miguel..." She trails off, "But. Well. I'm glad you found someone like him. Remember when you first brought M over?" I smile, running a hand through my hair. "Yeah. He was in shock, he had no idea the house was so big." "And when I made that apple pie.. and he helped make the whipped cream with you?" I smile. Of course I remember it, him, but he hasn't even texted me since, everything.

"He got egg whites all over the wall because he didn't know how to turn on the mixer." 

She smiles back, laughing. "Well anyways, I'm just so glad you have a new friend like him. I know you two had a real strong bond, but I think I like your new friends as well." She pauses. "I guess what I'm trying to say is," She holds my hand in hers. "I'm really proud of you, Connor." Seriously? Wow. "Awh, mom, that's.. thank you." She nods. "Of course." "I'm gonna go get my clothes now, I'll be back sometime this week." "Hmm.. okay, well, take this with you." She walks over to the cooling wrack, taking something pie-shaped wrapped in tinfoil off and handing it to me. "Take this on your way out, share it with that sweet boyfriend of yours." I'm in the middle of a laughing sequence when I notice the word she used. 'Boyfriend'. Of course, I know what that means. And I know that's what we are. But I haven't told my mom yet?

"Boyfriend?" I chuckle out, nervously. "Yeah, a boy who's your friend?" I nod probably too much, pretending like I didn't think that whole part of the conversation was something else entirely from what it actually is. "Right." I remember now. When Miguel first came over, my mother had used that word for him as well. But, in front of him. I can remember myself getting flustered as fuck over it, but he just waved it off in that sort of chill positive way that he did everything. 

Of course, at that time, (And at this one) my parents had no idea that when no one was home we were getting high and going crazy on each other... but we never really considered ourselves 'boyfriends'. We were just. Friends with benefits. So, of course, I can't honestly think of Jared the same way that I did Miguel. But then again, why the fuck was I even comparing those two in the first place?

Word Count : 890

Time : 9:24 p.m., gonna go to my dads tmrw so updates will be coming the week after >>

Inspo : gud, cool. i wanted to talk about Miguel more, because.. plot reasons, so that's basically this chapter. hope ya had fun, see you in two weeks PLEBS (jkjkjk yall are lovely and ily all)

P.O.V for the next chapter: omg is it jared? ye it's jared :]