literal mcpriceley trash

meeting

Connor checked the time on the wall clock. It was nearly two, and his younger sister was bound to arrive at any moment.

They hadn't seen each other since Connor has been greeted by his family at the airport, and he could hardly wait to see her again.

He considered putting on pants. That would probably be a good idea.

Ding dong

(that's the doorbell, not what Connor sees in his pants.)

He quickly removed his previously-sleeping-but-now-awake-and-hissing cat from his lap and threw on the nearest pair of shorts, which totally didn't need a wash. 

Not yet, okay, Connor was kinda broke.

Opening the door, he stopped dead in his tracks and stared.

His sister didn't stare back, because she wasn't there.

"Kevin? OMGosh, Kevin!!:D!!!" Connor basically screamed. He was so happy he could have kissed him right then and there, but he wasn't brave enough to.

"Hey Connor. If this is a bad time, I can totally come back later, I mean, I didn't know when I should go because you only left me your address, so I couldn't tell you ahead of time and--"

"No, it's fine. The others drop in unannounced all the time, but it isn't like I have much to do anyways!" Connor cringed. Did Kevin think he was a loser for not having anything to do? Probably. 

Kevin probably had lots of things to do... but did he have anyone to do?

Because like, Connor would SO FREAKING GLADLY fill that position. 

"As in, the other elders?" Kevin asked. He suddenly felt stupid for thinking he was special, and that Connor wanted to contact him in particular.

Although it was only natural for him to think that, considering his ginormous ego.

"Yeah, they like to come pester me." Connor laughed.

Ding dong

"Would that be one of them?" Kevin asked, as Connor answered the door.

Not quite.

It was a girl.

"Oh. Who's that supposed to be?" Kevin asked sharply. His jealousy was not showing. At all. Not at all. Trust me guys, I'm an expert Kevinologist.

"Liza!" Connor cried.

"Liza???? Hmmmm, I've never heard of a Liza before" Kevin said, still not even a bit jealous.

"Come on, Kevin! Liza McKinley!" Connor prompted.

"You're--you're not married, are you?" Kevin questioned worriedly. "You only got back three months ago, Connor, how do things even move this fast? Oh, what were you thinking?"

Liza laughed so hard she nearly passed out and had to go rest on Connor's couch to calm down and.

"Liza is my sister, Kevin." Connor grumbled.

"Oh, yes, I think you mentioned having a sister..."

"Multiple times."

"Yeah. I'm sorry, Connor. My brain isn't exactly top of its game right now. I haven't got any sleep since I came back yesterday night. Are you sure this isn't a bad time?"

"Yes, you dork, I'm sure! Now come on, I want you and my sister to meet."

The three gathered on the sofa.

"Kevin, this is Liza, my sister. Are you able to remember this??"

"Yes, Connor." Kevin rolled his eyes.

"Liza, this is Kevin, one of my mission brothers."

"Hi Kevin."

"Hello Liza."

"I've never met any of Connor's mission brothers before."

"You haven't?"

"Nope. I've been told about them all, though. Connor says that you're probably the best Mormon that ever lived."

"I am pretty great."

"Shut up, Liza! I didn't say that! I did not say that!" Connor groaned, hiding his flaming face.

"Did too. I still have the letter you said it in."

"I wanna see this!" Kevin declared. Because, well, he obviously wanted to see anything and everything that spoke highly of him.

Liza fished a letter from her bag, and Connor wished he could've died.

"Don't you dare, Liza, why do you even have that with you?"

"I always make sure I have something of yours with me in case I miss you, Connor."

"Aw, really? I do the same with you--hey, don't show him! Liza!"

"Elder Kevin Price is one of the new recruits. Cunningham's the other--more on him later." Liza read. "Kevin's probably the best Mormon who's ever lived, in every single category you'd ever imagine. He's only been here three hours, but I can tell he's gonna turn everything around."

"Aw. The best in every category? Do name a few, please," Kevin smirked.

"Uhhh... Best Mormon, best coffee drinker--"

"Kinda contradictory, but okay."

"--best missionary, best at  charming people and being totally handsome, not that I'm looking, because I, Connor, the straight guy, am completely and utterly straight, best game night winner, best believer, best scripture studier, best at spending four hours every morning on hair alone, but it's worth it, because it makes you sexy enough for it to probably be illegal, best at baptisms, to name a few." Connor rattled off.

Liza's eyebrows shot up high enough to hit the roof.

"Beep beep beep beeeeeeeeeep," she whispered to herself. "That's the sound of my gaydar going off."