𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐀 | ❝ i wish you could see yourself the way i do... ❞
━ After Y/n L/n courageously intervenes to defend the enigmatic and troubled Connor Murphy from a pair of bullies, her brave act lands them both in detention, where their paths in...
The drive back to Y/n's home was quiet. Too quiet for her liking. She wanted to put on music, but with how drunk Connor was, she didn't want to tick him off. He's already going to have a pounding headache in the morning. No need to give him one now. Y/n focused on the road, stealing glances at Connor, who seemed lost in his own world. Suddenly, he mumbled, "Why are you being so nice to me?"
Y/n's grip tightened on the steering wheel, caught off guard by his unexpected question. She couldn't just say that Zoe had sent her after Connor. She took a moment before replying, "I didn't want to risk everyone who was there getting another reason to make fun of you." She glanced at him and after she said this, she could just barely see Connor's shoulders easing slightly.
He then sighed, looking out the window. The silence lingered for a while, broken only by the distant sounds of the city. Finally, they arrived at her house, bathed in the warm glow of porch lights. Y/n pulled into the driveway, turning off the car engine. She turned to Connor, who seemed a bit more coherent now. "We're here," she said softly.
Connor blinked, looking around as if waking from a dream. "Thanks," he muttered, avoiding eye contact.
Y/n smiled gently, "You're welcome. Let's get you inside." They both stepped out of the car, the crisp night air enveloping them. Y/n led the way to her front door, Connor trailing behind.
Once inside, Y/n's father offered Connor a seat on the couch while he fetched a glass of water. He handed it to him. "Drink this. It'll help," he suggested. He can't count how many times he's been in Connor's place, only except those were in his college days and not high school.
Connor took the glass, nodding slightly. "Thanks, I guess," he mumbled, his guard starting to crack.
Y/n sat down beside him, "Just take it easy." The two sat in comfortable silence for a moment, the tension gradually dissipating. Y/n couldn't help but notice the vulnerability in Connor's eyes again, a side of him rarely seen.
"And whose brother is he?" Her father suddenly asked as he leaned down to quietly whisper this to his daughter.
"Oh," Y/n blinked, surprised that he didn't remember. "Connor is related to Zoe." She reminded him, despite her already saying this when she called him when she was still at the party.
"And... who is that again?"
"Zoe? Zoe Murphy?" Y/n repeated herself, but it was clear the name wasn't ringing any bells. "My best friend ever since middle school?"
Her father awkwardly laughed before replying, "Oh! Right, I knew that!" Amidst the animated chatter, Connor, who was now sprawled out on the couch, his eyes closed and his breathing steady, a faint snore escaping his lips every now and then.
Suddenly, Connor let out a loud groan, his hand instinctively reaching up to massage his temples. Y/n and her father exchanged apologetic glances when they realized that they had accidentally woken him up. Then, the h/c-haired girl's father leaned down to whisper, "I'll go grab a pillow and a few blankets for him." With a nod, he disappeared upstairs, leaving Y/n alone with a drunk Connor.
Y/n waited until her dad was out of earshot before crossing her arms over her chest, watching Connor with a mixture of concern and annoyance. "Connor," she called out softly, hoping not to startle him. He only responded with a low hum, clearly not in the mood for conversation, his discomfort evident from the way he shifted uncomfortably on the couch.
Maybe it was because a headache was starting to form, maybe it was because he was too tired, or maybe Connor just didn't want to talk to Y/n. Regardless of whatever the answer may be, she continued, "Are you going to be alright spending the night here?" Y/n asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Connor slowly nodded his head, a pained expression crossing his features as a headache began to take hold. Y/n sighed softly, murmuring a small, "Okay..." and almost as if on cue, her father returned, carrying a pillow and a bundle of blankets.
"Here you go, bud." The older man handed the makeshift beddings to Connor with a gentle smile before turning towards Y/n. "It's getting late," he said, his voice tinged with concern. "We can finish our movie tomorrow."
Y/n hesitated for a moment, glancing back at Connor before nodding reluctantly. "Are you sure you don't mind?" she asked, frowning. She feels guilty, given that she knew was responsible for having to put their hangout on hold and it was all because she had to look out for someone else's brother. Y/n didn't know why she didn't put up a better fight and told Zoe from the get-go that she had plans with her dad and wouldn't be able to go check Connor in some stupid party. That's when something dawned on her—she accepted the whole thing without a second thought. Why is that?
Her father tore Y/n from her thoughts when he shook his head reassuringly. "I'll be fine," he said with a smile. "Goodnight, Y/n."
"Goodnight, Dad," Y/n replied before turning to Connor. "Goodnight, Connor," she whispered softly, her heart heavy with concern as she made her way upstairs to her room, leaving Connor to rest on the couch below.
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Y/n's dad trying to remember who Zoe is (he's known her for years):
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