your still mine ; conan gray

★ 002

"ill see you again, dont be silly."

"when?"

"soon."

"yeah... soon"



{Declans POV}

England's nice, i always missed home. of course its not the same, now im up north, its a lot different from Brighton, a good different none the less, i haven't met anyone new, no new friends yet, its a bit wank but you have to put up with things like this. im pretty sure Conan got my letter, still have no idea why i cant text him, but whatever. its whatever.

declan sits in his dark room, the only light coming from his three monitors hooked up to a brand new PlayStation, it was only to make him feel better about the move but at least he can watch f1 on three screens, the rain keeps pouring as he writes another letter

Knock Knock

"Declan? i have something for you"

its his mother, Diane.

"yes?"

"you got a letter.."

..

"your almost ready for school?"

"yes ma."

his face lights up just a little, at least he wrote back. he was worried he'd be ghosted after he moved back to England it was always in the back of his mind. he grabs his bag, with a few patches he put on himself all over it and walks out the door to get the bus

the bus is his least favourite part of the day, but its also interesting to see who gets on, as he wals on and takes a seat, hes instantly hit with 30 different UK drill song eating at his ears, he sit back and sighs longer that seemingly possible. he puts on his headphones and looks for something to listen to.

playlist

sober to death - car seat headrest
thinking bout u - frank ocean
(online.love).unlisted.mp3 - Conan Gray
British bombs - Declan McKenna
boy toy - Ricky Montgomery

a half decent playlist if you ask him, honestly, maybe one of his best so far, apart from f1, his other favourite thing is making playlists, Conan even sent you an unlisted link to one of two interludes on his next album before it drops.

he stares at the letter he was sent there's a heart on the left corner, as he goes to open said letter, a hand reaches over and snatches said letter.

"whos this from declan? ur pen pal? fucking neek"

what the fuck.

"lets see here"


Declan, i miss you. come home please, you belong in texas. your letters take ages to get here, dont tell anyone i gave you this, but heres my new number, TEXT ME ASAP!!!!!!
+1 0000 000 0000
love you - conan G

"look at this declans got a boyfriend, we all knew you were gay anyways"

before you can say anything, the letters back in your lap and your at your stop.
thank god.

he walks off the bus, the rain lighter than when he got on, the flood lights of the field peeking over the top of the school building, the lights of the first hall way are blinding, but you walk in regardless, you turn you music off and make your way to form

{conans pov}

*beep*
+44 000 0000 000 : "is this conan?"