𝓦𝓸𝔀, 𝓘'𝓶 𝓲𝓷 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 ~ 𝓚𝓵𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓹𝓱𝔂 / 𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓶𝓪𝓷

. － Twenty Nine // Jared － . (Rem;)

Jared's P.O.V (Remade)

I tap the steering wheel. Is he done yet? No wait, shut up, give him time. I lean back on my seat, taking the keys out of the ignition. Relax. Yeah. Sure. Sounds easier than it is, really. I gaze off, at the huge-ass house to the left of me. Then back to a bump in the car roof. I close my eyes. Because if you have no fucking clue how to relax in a moment of your life, you usually just try to zone out, or sleep, or something along those lines.

The sound of some humming engine from another car gets closer, and zooms past the passenger seat's window, then dies down. I can tell whoever was driving has parked and gotten out from the slam of a car door, and that little click sound that a vehicle makes when you lock it with fancy keys. So, random guy comes to a fancy neighborhood. Has a fancy car. It isn't that surprising. Not until I hear a tap on the glass in the windows of my truck.

"You asleep in there?" I open one eye. "Not exactly." I can already tell who this is, Larry Murphy. With his Grade A politician haircut, and tie that hangs out from his suit coat constantly.

"Have we met before, young man?" I get ready to come back with a 'Not really, old man.', but then notice that that's basically a dumb teenage thing to say to a parental figure of some sort, and I am the dumb teenager who was going to say it.

"Yes. No- I mean, me and Evan, and I guess Alana, too.." His face falls at the name. 'Evan'. I mean, yeah, I get that. "You were a part of The Connor Project, right?" I nod, while he tries to pick up his expression into a more nuteral one. I think he assumes that me and Alana had no idea about that shitshow's actual reality. "Oh. Well, thank you. For the orchard, for Connor's memory in dark times, I really appreciate-- no, we, really appreciate it. If you could tell Evan that too, I'd-- we'd-- be thankful. More thankful, that is." He chuckles, and I hope that this will be the end of the most random conversation I've had all day.

"Well, I should probably--" He coughs, fakely. Finally. "I should probably let you go. You waiting for someone?" I nod. "Yeah, um. Connor, actually." He pauses, smiling. "You two are friends?" Put the word 'boy' if front of that word. "Yes." I answer, robotically. "Oh, well that's great. I've been on business lately, so I haven't had time... to really, yknow." --Sigh-- "Be there for Connor." I nod, like I'm supposed to know how that feels exactly from his point of view, and glance at my steering wheel. "Okay. Well, I won't pester you anymore." He gets up from leaning down to talk to me in my truck. "Ehh. Wasn't really pestering." 'He LIED,'

At least that gains a smile from him. "It was a fun chat. Take care of Connor for me, okay?" I nod, crossing my arms over my chest. "Sure, man, sure." I hear a door creak, I can tell Connor's finally done. "Uh, D--" He stops himself. "Larry." He corrects, walking around that exact person and to the passenger's seat door. He opens it, throwing a shoulder bag in the back. "Connor," Larry greets him. The person in question rolls his eyes, I mean, having an emotionally unavailble parent who's randomly trying to connect with you? I've been there and done that, welcome to the Kleinman family home. It kind of fucking sucks.

"How was.. I mean. How are you?" He asks, scratching the back of his neck. "I'm fine." Connor gets in, gesturing with his eyes to the pedals and the ignition. Basically telling me, 'Get us the fuck out of this shithole, for the love of GOD.' I don't, I continue looking a Larry. Playing a mental game of Murphy-Family-Bingo. What will he say next? My money's on "I'm sorry I've been at work so much recently.", but it very well could just be "Okay, bye."

It seems like none of the problems that are made in or near this house ever get actually sorted out.

"Connor, I.." He starts, staring down at the grass. Connor clicks his seatbelt on. Long pause. Very long pause. "Go have fun with your friends." And then he just.

Walks off.

Word Count : 819

Time : 1:24 A.M. CUZ THE WICKED DONT SLEEP AND I HACKED THE SYSTEM (i got the app)

Inspo : ughhhhhhhhhhhhhh
im so ready for the ending of this
not like it sucked making it but just
omg i cant wait
so much serotonin like
irhorhoweh
yesplease

P.O.V for the next chapter: connor murphy aka your local emotionally and physically unavailble father figure hater