𝓦𝓸𝔀, 𝓘'𝓶 𝓲𝓷 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 ~ 𝓚𝓵𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓹𝓱𝔂 / 𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓶𝓪𝓷

. － Thirty Seven // Jared － . (Rem;)

Jared's P.O.V (Remade)

He gives me this sort of lopsided stare. Which, what the hell? I would be giving me one too if, knowing my personality type, I had agreed to two separate things just because of him. Rich could have never fucking made me do anything that I would do now. Which is more understandable, seeing as we were always more 'really gay bestfriends' than 'really gay lovers'. 

His somewhat shocked stare turns into a sudden smile (expected and unexpected) and he gets up, pulling me up and off the bench with him. "Oh. Oh- we're going right right now." He nods. "Uh, yeah. 'S that... Okay?" Fuck. It's not like I thought we'd finish school or anything before we left, and at the moment everything is on my mind before fucking assignments. So I grab his bag, tossing it to him, and slide on mine afterwords. "Alright Connor," I smile back at him. "Show me how the Murphy's take a day off."

~

The car ride was mostly uneventful. And short. We get out, walking toward the door, which I promptly unlock and shove open. "Oh-kay. Where's the pie?" He walks past me, into the kitchen. I can definitely hear tin foil being unwrapped from something. Then he walks out, full pie in hand.

"I must warn you, it's most likely gluten-free free-range something or other." I grab it and put it on the coffee table. "Eh. Whatever, a pies a pie." "I think you'll find that it's mostly inedible, though." He chimes in, once again. I take a step closer to him, giving him a quick peck and then falling onto the couch. "Got a specific movie genre that you like?" He sits down next to me, staring at some overstacked CDs on a cramped shelf next to the TV. "Try and guess." "Horro-" "Wrong answer." 

"Comedy?" "Occasionally." I grab his hand, leaning onto him. "You should know by now that I suck at this game." "Yeah. But it's still fun to watch you try." I stick my tongue out at him, to which he basically returns the favor and sticks his right back out at me. "Fuck you," He rolls his eyes. "I feel like you should know all of the millions of comebacks that I could've, and still can say to that," I shove a pillow at him. "Yeah, yeah. Just pick a movie, dork." He shoves the pillow back toward me, and I toss it somewhere else on the couch, laying my head down on his shoulder. 

"Do you have To Kill A Mockingbird?" 

~

We ended up watching through some randomly picked sci-fi movie, then To Kill A Mockingbird. We hadn't exactly touched the pie yet, but I blame Connor for that one. At this point, he had already fucking stolen the remote and started clicking through random assortments of shows along whatever platforms came up on the screen.

I wasn't paying attention. Actually, I wasn't ever since he'd decided to pull a 'grandfather move' and look through all the credits of his movie to see who played characters, or did screen directing, or some shit like that. I'm currently scrolling through Instagram, once again, finding a few notifications, and like, seven new posts. 

Random crap. Some kid broke his nose skateboarding, some other kid got a smoothie, or a new partner. Whenever I go on this app, it's usually for mindless scrolling. Well, unless it's texting someone. Or going through, per say, Connor's page. Or... fuck, great. Just what I needed, another stupid tree. I unfollowed Evan a while back, and yet. Here he is. Still showing up. For no reason. 

"Why do you have so many tree documentaries in your YouTube suggestions?" I scroll past the post. "Because Evan--" Pause. Fuck. He raises both eyebrows, shrugging. "So.. he likes trees, then." "Likes? He's fucking obsessed." "Ah. Weird." The room goes quiet, save for the occasional clicking from the TV speakers as he went to go look for something else to watch from. I just keep scrolling. All the colors of whatever the hell I'm scrolling past sort of blend together, but I don't stop. I can see the light fade from my peripheral vision, the TV is off. 

"I think that's probably enough mindless shit for today." He kind of breathes in when I don't respond, and I can already feel the tension seep into the room. God, I just make things worse by existing. Click. My phone's off. Tossed onto the table. I turn around to face him, wrapping my arms around his shoulders, and going to his neck. Fuck. I just make everything worse when I feel shit. Fuck. I made Evan leave. Fuck. I'll make Connor leave. Fuck. The least I could do to make him stay longer is give him some sort of pleasure, right?

The least I could do for anyone in my fucking life.

Word Count : 1000

Time : 9:20 p.m., sorry this took so long to get out!! i got really sidetracked with all the crazy holiday shit going down auGh- i always liked Halloween more specifically because its sm more chill hhh- imean, at least when we went to go clean up the beach next to our house today and magnet-fish i found a still-working foghorn lolololol gonna annoy somany people with this shit bAH

Inspo : its pretty chill- the full plotline for this book has been developed!! v proud!! now all i need to do is figure out how to put it into characters words lol

P.O.V for the next chapter : spoiler alert man (connnn)

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