𝓦𝓸𝔀, 𝓘'𝓶 𝓲𝓷 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 ~ 𝓚𝓵𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓹𝓱𝔂 / 𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓶𝓪𝓷

. － Thirty // Connor － . (Rem;)

Connor's P.O.V (Remade)

I glare out the window while we drive. Silence, fucking silence. I sigh, running a hand through my hair. "I'm sorry." I look back over to him. He fakes looking confused. "About what?" "You know what, Jared. Come on." He looks back fully at the road. "Yeah, well, I mean. Nothing I'm not used to. So 's fine." I slump back in my seat, staring at the keys rattling around and hanging out from the ignition.

"Hey, how. Like, why did your parents divorce?" He cringes. "Uhhhm... Y'know, that's a really weird a random topic." He laughs, nervously. I sigh, again. "I can tell your hiding something, man- I just. I don't want to say something wrong, and then you hate me or something." He blinks, gripping the steering wheel more aggressively now. "I'm not gonna hate you.." "But won't you, though?" "No, Connor."

I roll my eyes, grabbing his sleeve. "Come on." I start. "Spill." "No-" "Yes." Now he's rolling his eyes. "Dude." No response. "Hey?" Still, nothing. "Jared." He  parks the car, taking the keys out of the ignition. "I'll tell you later. How about that?" I raise an eyebrow. "The truth?" He pauses, looking down, then opening the door. "Yeah- the truth." I want to add in some more reassurance. Something like, 'Really? You sure?' But he's already out, and the door's already been slammed closed.

We walk toward school, awkwardly, silently. Literally the only thing I can hear is the dead-ass grass crunching while we walk. I stuff a hand in my pocket. "So." He glances at me. "So?" I look over at the school. It's early, so there's nobody here. "You really gonna tell me some truth shit later?" He nods. "Yeah, sure, why not." I look down at his hand, grabbing it. "Cool." I furrow my eyebrows and stare. "But really though, don't be lying to me right now." "I'm not. Jesus." He laughs.

"Okay, okay." I smile. "Just checking."

~

We walk in. "I still need half of those assignments from yesterday." He mumbles, looking around. "Do you think the Lang Arts teacher would give it to me and let me finish it in class if I begged?" I laugh, looking toward an empty hallway. "Sure, maybe. But I think you'd actually have to get down on your knees, and plead for her to give it to you." "Shit, I would, wouldn't I?"

We keep walking. There's still some decorations out from the dance, streamers hanging down, and so on. It's not up in your face anymore, I guess. Before, the streamers reached so low to the floor that I'm pretty sure before we left the other night I saw a guy trip on one attached to his fancy-ass dress shoe leading from the school. Crazy.

I feel a tug on my arm. "Hey, y'know what? Show me art class. I'll ask for assignments in class." I pause my walking. It isn't all that interesting. Just some pictures up on the wall, and some fake paint splatters on the floor. (Their stickers.)

Clearly, I do not go there for the scenery. 

"Alright, but it's really colorful in there. Try to squint your eyes as much as possible." "Sure, Connor. Colorful for you is like, two, maybe three colors from the rainbow." I roll my eyes. "Okay, maybe you're right. But come on, art class starts early, so we should probably get there before like." I hold out my wrist, ignoring the scars and pretending that there is a watch there. "Before it starts." "What was the point of the watch-hand, then?" "Ehh."

He elbows me lightly. "Just take me to art class you dork." I smirk, pulling him along, up a stairway and into class. I notice who's there, I can see the huge rims of her glasses as she turns around when the door closes behind us. I can also see her expression changed from somewhat focused to happy in a matter of seconds. 

"Oh, hey Lana." She steps closer to us. "I didn't know you wanted to audition for art class?" "You-- have to audition?" I nod, directing my eyes away from hers. "Yeah, to get in you've got to be at least decent at art. And not, like. Only here because you can use your phone and the teachers won't give a shit." 

"Well... okay, he isn't fully wrong." She says, crossing her arms. "But we're at school, so no cursing." I half-smile, squeezing his hand. "I will fucking curse as much as I fucking want so kindly fuck off." She glares at Jared. "Jared Kleinman!" He sticks out his tongue at her. "Oh, come on. I have to curse! It's part of my charm." "What charm?" "I-- hey!"

Word Count : 836

Time : 6:03 p.m., i did a jared cosplay on my insta that im hella proud of todayyyy

Inspo : lol good, shoutout once again to readxr_uwu because they give me loads of serotonin and i love them dearly <3