Acorn 💙 - A Kleinsen Fic

Chapter 2 - Ditch

A/N there has been a timeskip!!! to field country roads and a la mode

{Evan's POV}

"You used to be scared of me?"
Used to? I still am, I wanted to say. I didn't, cause... yeah. I'm like that.
"Ha ha, yeah," I laughed nervously.
"Pff, if that's not the stupidest fucking thing I've ever heard, I don't know what is," he replied, smiling brightly. If you told me, three weeks ago, that I would witness the Connor Murphy smiling—god, I have got to stop using his full name—I would not have believed you. And yet here I am; walking with the last person I would have thought would like to get ice cream with me, at my favourite place, no less: A La Mode. How did we even get here?
"So, what are you up for? Chocolate? Vanilla? Strawberry? I'm paying, so don't go too wild," he joked. Fuck, the Connor Murphy is joking with me? Wow. I'm- I'm stunned.
"Oh, uh, whatever. You know."
"Actually, I don't. Oh, and hey," he glanced at the great round clock on the wall, "we don't have all day."
I checked my watch briefly, letting out a wolf whistle.
"I think I'll go with the, uh, salted caramel."
He gave me an odd look.
"What? It's good!"
"No, no, I don't doubt that, it's just... I didn't take you to be a salted caramel person."
Part of me just wanted to say, I'm sorry, I'll just- and pull out an ice-cream suit that looked like salted caramel, but, valuing my life, I kept quiet.

~I don't want to write money exchange so they're in a tree now~

"Oh, hey, you've got ice cream on your face," he said with that mischievous grin of his. I shuddered as I thought about a Jarvis Cocker x Damon Albarn fanfiction I had read as a joke. I was fucking scarred by that shit. 

I tried wiping it away, but seemed to keep missing it.
"Here." He put his fingers on my nose harshly, wiping away the ice cream. I hadn't noticed it before, but now that his face was up close I could see it.
I could see the deep, sagging eye bags. The passionate, piercing blue eyes. The playful look written all over his face. He looked like those tiktok fuckboys I would make fun of but secretly crush on. Except this was worse. Cause he was real, he was great, he was funny, and he was just... you know. He was cute. 
Oh. Oh fuck.
Now I was in real shit. If I thought I was in trouble the day I met Connor, I was sorely mistaken, because if that was trouble, what was this? An abyss of doom? I couldn't be falling in love with another guy already. How could I? I was barely getting over the last one. How could I already set myself up for failure, again?
"...hey, are you good? You look pale."
"-auwgh? Aghsks! Sorry, I was just spacing out a bit."
He just beamed and looked away.
I wasn't sure if it was real, but I thought I heard something. Softly, under his breath, I thought he muttered, "No homo, bro."
"I'm sorry?"
He turned to me, alarmed. "A- sorry, I didn't mean to say that out loud. Did I just say that out loud?"
"Ah- no, it's fine, I... I'll just pretend I didn't hear anything."
"But you did, didn't you? Didn't you?"
I felt like shrinking, hiding. I didn't want to be here anymore. I didn't feel safe; I didn't feel good.
"Didn't you hear?" he asked, agitated, starting to loom above me. Sure, I was more agile than him, and sure, I had more experience climbing trees, but I wasn't getting away from him. I was frozen on the spot. I couldn't move, even if I tried.
His face, now mere centimetres away from my own, flushed a bright red."What did you hear?"

I shut my eyes tight, willing him to go away. I could literally feel his breath against me, and I was sweating. "Nothing-! I swear, I-"
I was interrupted by the most confounding moment I have ever experienced.

The Connor Murphy. Kissed. Me.
What. The. Fuck.

I didn't know if I was more surprised, confused, upset, or pleased. Why did he do that? I mean, granted, I didn't hate it, but I didn't want it to go like that. While I was stuck in my own head, he started giggling to himself, but before we knew what was happening, he lost balance and fell, holding onto me and dragging me down.

Fucking shit.

I closed my eyes tight, preparing myself for the awful fucking landing I knew would hit me.But it never came. Because, guess what? Connor Murphy caught me. Well... 'caught' isn't quite the right word. More like... I landed on top of him.

We were mostly unharmed, apart from a couple of scratches and bruises from the fall down, hitting a bunch of branches, and landing in a fucking bush.
"Connor, what the fuck?!" I cried, worried about him, but also just... so confused.
Why did he do that? Why did... why did Connor Murphy kiss me?

He looked at me gravely before bursting into laughter. By then, I couldn't hold it in, and I couldn't stay upset. How could I?
"Augh-!" I hugged him tightly. "Don't you ever pull that again!"
"Okay," he said between giggles.Then he kissed me again. And again. And again, and before I knew it, I was kissing him back. What the fuck. What the fuck.
We almost died, and now we're doing this?

"Get a room, you two!" I heard someone groan in the distance. They sounded familiar, but I couldn't quite place it. Oh, who cares? Especially at a time like this.