𝓦𝓸𝔀, 𝓘'𝓶 𝓲𝓷 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 ~ 𝓚𝓵𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓹𝓱𝔂 / 𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓶𝓪𝓷

. － Thirty Six // Connor － . (Rem;)

Connor's P.O.V (Remade)

I can, once again, feel all heat swarm back to my face. Not because of our sappy-as-fuck conversation, no, because I can clearly feel a kiss planted on the left side of my neck. I pull his head up towards mine and kiss the tip of his nose in return. "Not in school, right?" His cheeks get slightly more red. "Right, yeah, like I was trying to start that up." "You wouldn't ever want to?" His glasses slide down a bit when I say that. He has this expression like he's probably gaping and panicking in his brain right now. Then pushes them up to their original spot and straightens out the strings on his (my) jacket. 

"No, I definitely would." "Oh," "Don't 'oh' me Mr. I'm Gonna Take Off My Shirt in Front of You After our First Kiss." Oh, right. Yeah. That. Almost forgot about it for a second, didn't I? "You were giving me mixed signals." He shrugs. "Just what I do, man." I try and hold a serious expression, failing miserably and laughing.

"Yeah. A little, I guess." "Pfft? A little? That is literally the whole Jared Kleinman right there: mixed signals." I roll my eyes at him. It really fucking isn't, what? "Okay. How do I come off to you?" He thinks for a moment, hand on chin and all. Then he takes off his glasses, setting them down on the table, and pulling the hood over his head. "'I'm Connor Murphy and I'm the emoest cinnamon roll on Earth. I'm fucking adorable but only admit it to my super fucking hot boyfriend.'" I laugh, sarcastically. "Okay, well," I grab his glasses, putting them on, trying not to look the highest amount of stupid and also trying to look straightforward. 

"'I'm Jared Kleinman,'" I start. He takes off his hood, gesturing for me to go on. I pause. Fuck. "Wait, shit, I don't think I can insult you." He raises an eyebrow from what I can see, and takes the glasses off of my face. "Whaat? Insult? Whoever said you had to insult? I didn't." "I take being called cute as an insult." "You know you are, though." He sighs, putting his glasses back on, and adjusting them properly. "I'm not." "You are-" "Nope, no, stop that."

"What, would you rather me call you hot, or something?" I freeze up imagining different scenarios after hearing those words, eventually snapping myself out of it, shaking my head. "Uh, yes? No? Maybe only in certain circumstances." "Oh my god, Murphy, choose your words more wisely." Choose my...? Oh. OH. "Hey, wait- fuck. You sir, have a dirty mind." He pulls at the jacket strings, making them uneven once again. "Says the one who asked to fuck." "Says the one who said yes." He crosses his arms, going down to bury his head in my chest. Which feels nice. Really fucking nice.

"Hey. So, I think my mom made us a pie." He half laughs, half giggles. "Alright, random. What are you implying?" I can feel my hands slide up his shirt more. Fuck, I hope they're not too cold. "Maybe we can take a mental health day?" I look down, expecting him to get up, and lecture me on how he needs to return assignment shit, and I should think more about mine as well. But instead, he's smiling. It's small, and partially blocked out by my shirt, but it's there, for sure. "Do we... need a mental health day?" He chimes in, as soon as I presume, he notices that I notice his smile. His expression goes neutral. "Yes." He pulls away. "You're just saying that to get me out of school to hang out with you." 

"Only partially. How much convincing would it take to actually get you to agree?" He doesn't exactly say anything. Well, not for a certain amount of time. He sighs, loudly. Sort of obnoxiously, but I can tell that it's to hide any actual agreeance to this, so it looks like I forced him. Something I've learned about him is that if he has some sort of rule of life or routine, there is nobody, and I mean, nobody, who can break that. He may agree if you're lucky, but he will most likely never show that he wants to. Pretty sure he even convinces himself that he doesn't.

But if it takes a nobody to break through his outer crust, then he's already fucking got one.

"None. Let's go."

Word Count : 792

Time : 11:21 a.m. lol!

Inspo : its nice!! very happy with how this book is turning out, its like a year-long project. makes me feel accomplished! :D

P.O.V for the next chapter : Jared-Gay-As-Hell-Kleinman

Beautifully Amazing Humans : arizonaiceteass & readxr_uwu