𝘼𝙈𝘼𝙍 | 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗡𝗜𝗘 𝗦𝗣𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗘𝗥 ꨄ

二

Brooklyn, New York
21:56

You three had just got home, after almost 3 hours, as you guys went to get food. Constant teasing from Connie kept making you rethink your life choices.

FLASHBACK

"Ok well at least my name isn't Constance Thiago Humphrey Springer"you shot back.

"Not the government" Imogen giggled.

"Aight so das how u wanna play huh?" Connie stood up slowly from his chair, adjusting his chain that read  'Familia'

"Uhnt uhnt Connie we are in public." you said already knowing what he was gonna do.

He came over, and put his large hands on your stomach, and started... tickling the fuck out of you, to the point where you couldn't breathe.

(i can't be the only one who hates when this happens?? 😭)

"C-C-Coh-H-Con-Connie sto- oop-"

"Nuh uh 😒, you can't be baiting my government like that ma"

"Couldn't be me" Imogen said patted the sides of her mouth like she was some queen 🙄😒 (ily imo)

END OF FLASHBACK

'Finally', you thought when you'd finally packed all of your shit away, in the room, that was yours since childhood.

The Springer's had a big house, they always have, but due to retirement, the elder springers moved into a small cottage in the countryside, leaving the irresponsible ones to tend with looking after the house.

Imogen was already sleeping, you knew this because you had told her goodnight, leaving just you and Connie awake... supposedly.

You decided to take a shower, but couldn't find a toothbrush anywhere so you headed down the lengthy hallway, to Connies room. You could hear
'Killin On Demand - Playboi Carti x Cochise' playing faintly.
So you decided to knock.
No answer.

You opened the door, taking a look around, seeing how much the room had changed over 5 years, posters still plastered, but it was more spacious, and clean.

"Connie?" You called out, turning the corner to his bathroom.

You stood there for what felt like ages, looking at the steamy bathroom mirrors, small droplets dripping off his shoulders.
His towel hanging loosely around his waist, threatening to fall. It was a sight for sore eyes, definitely.

"You done checking me out chiquita?"
"I wasnt."
"Your face says otherwise.."

You paused, forgetting what you came in for.

"Do you have a spare toothbrush"

"Mhm, catch." He threw a purple toothbrush toward you.

"Uh, thanks" you tried to rush out as quickly as possible, to spare the embarrassment, but..

You felt Connies soft, slightly wet hands grab your forearm, turning you around, faces inches away from each other.

"I missed you ma"

436 words.