Printer Boy (Connor Murphy x Fem!Reader)

4. A Long and Treacherous Journey to Seven Eleven

I find Connor sitting on the curb in front of the school. The morning is cold, raising bumps on my flannel-covered arms. Light fog covers the asphalt of the parking lot, which makes Connor look ghostly in the 6 AM light. 

As I near him, he stares, almost longingly, into space, his eyes mimicking the shattered beer bottles that litter the back of the lot.

"Hey." I say cautiously as I take a seat next to him. I lightly bump his shoulder with mine. He seems to be torn away from his thoughts as his eyes land on mine, and for just a second, I could swear that they lit up.

"Why're you here at 6 in the morning, weirdo?" He lets out a half laugh, half sigh as he says this. His hair floats lightly in the breeze, his every breath creating a cloud in the morning air.

"I could ask you the same thing." 

"Secret." He says simply, grinning a little shit-eating grin.

"M'kay. Same." I cross my arms childishly. In truth, my parents had decided to have yet another early morning shouting match. I couldn't stand it any longer, so I ran. But Connor doesn't need me trauma dumping on him. "You wanna go to Seven Eleven or something?"

"Why?" He tilts his head slightly, making his hair shift, "You need another unicorn lighter?"

"Shit, you're never gonna let me hear the end of this, are you?" I laugh, looking up at the cloudy sky.

"You committed a felony when you were seven years old." I wave him off, smirking a little bit.

"Didn't we all, though?" I stand up and grab his forearm, attempting to drag him up with me but failing miserably. I stare at him deadpan, and eventually he sighs and gets up.

"What the fuck do you need from a Seven Eleven?"

"Slushy."

"Why the fuck-"

"Freeze your brain, Connor," I punch him lightly on the arm as he unlocks his beat up grey pickup truck (Don't @ me on this CONNOR HAS A BEAT UP GREY PICKUP TRUCK MFS). "It numbs everything. Plus, it's cheaper than weed. Same idea, though." Connor pulls the door open for me and then climbs in himself.

"Who needs cocaine when you can freeze your brain?" He chuckles as he turns on the engine.

"Oh my god," I put a hand to my heart, feigning adoration, "You're a poet, Mr.Murphy." 

"Well, I am in honors English." He grins again. His smile makes his whole face light up, his slightly heterochromous eyes sparkling. He looks beautiful, his hands around the wheel, early morning light dancing on his face. His smile fades as quickly as it appeared. "Why're you staring at me?" His hands tighten as his voice grows colder.

"Sorry, Connor, I just-" I blush a bit.

"You just what? I was wrong about you, wasn't I? You're just like the rest of them-" His voice begins to raise, but it cracks when he says 'rest'.

"Jesus, Connor, no," I put my hand on his arm as he trails off. He looks like a scared, stray animal. His eyes darting around, looking anywhere but mine, tears that he tries to ignore pooling in his eyes. "Your smile is really pretty." I look down, the pink dusting on my cheeks growing a shade deeper.

"Oh." His tense arm relaxes under my grip. I slowly pull it away, scared that I've made him uncomfortable with my touch.

Connor's POV

I try to pretend like I'm scratching my eye as she pulls away, but really I'm wiping away tears that were beginning to form. God, Larry's right, I am weak. As soon as a girl looks at me funny, I turn into a crying little kid. I grip the wheel tighter as I drive, glaring daggers into the road ahead.

"You have an aux cord?" Y/n's voice interrupts my thoughts. Clearing my throat, I reach into the glovebox and hand it to her.

"I'm trusting you not to play garbage music." I say. She winks, bringing a slight blush to my face.

"You shouldn't have trusted me. I have terrible music taste."

We ended up listening to Destroy Boys the entire ride there.

A/N:

HI BITCHES WHATS UP.

So I know Connor seems a little out of character, but, if you've read the book, I wanted to write him in the way Miguel sees him, if only for a few chapters. Also dw, Miguel isn't gonna steal Connor from yall. 

Also. Vote? Idk what voting does or if/how it helps but uh. Yeah. Do that. For fun, I guess. I'll buy you a Seven Eleven slushy if you do it.

Also I wrote the freeze your brain bit cuz someone understood my reference and that made me a happy lil gremlin. 

have a good day if you want.

-Vale