*Next morning, at 8:00am*
Today I woke up first in the house. I have always LOVED to make my own breakfast. I go to the kitchen and saw what was on the pantry. Almost inmediantly I noticed there was barely anything, so I decided to just make some toast and eggs. I sat down at the table outside in the patio, for fresh air.
"Psssst... pssst" I heard coming from the window above me.
"Pssssst... Camila" I realized it was Kian, I stood up, walked foward and looked up.
"What the hell do you want Kian...?"
"Will you make me breakfast please?" he begged like a child.
"Who's 12 here?"
"Fine, I'll be down there in a second" he said. Like 5 minutes later he showed up behind me with toast and eggs as well, I think leftovers that I cooked.
We talked for hours, slowly each of the guys started waking up. But Connor was still upstairs at mid-day. I decided to go up, suspecting something might be wrong.
Connor was sitting on the edge of the bed. His back to me. I could hear his mournful, silent sobs from the door.
"Connor...?" I said walking in slowly. He turned to me, I saw his red eyes and nose. He sniffled.
"Camila, we need to talk" he said.
[A/N]
I know, one year without writting on wattpad. I stopped writting because I was too busy. But as of now I'm sitting in bed with nothing else but my ipad and a thousand more ideas for this story. Most of you might not care or like it by now, but I'm gonna share it to the world anyhow.
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Little Sister (Connor Franta)
FanfictionCamila Franta, young 12 year-old who's best friend is her older brother, Connor Franta. Connor is a really known Youtube sensation, but that never teared him away from making memories with their family, most importantly, Camila. When Connor moved to...
