Lost | A Connor McDonough Fan Fiction

Chapter 5

Connor McDonough. Need I say more?

This boy has been making me one of the happiest people on the planet, and he doesn't even know it. Even the sound of his voice makes me smile. Everything about it. He'll call me and I'll instantly become overjoyed. He could talk to me all day long and I would be in complete bliss. We have been going out for a little over a month now and it is amazing how so much could change in one month. I never suspected coming here and finding a job that I love, along with an amazing boyfriend and a small group of close friends consisting of me, the McDonough brothers, Braiden, Thomas, Jayne, Brick, Oliver, and a few other people I met from my job at Starbucks. We all hang out often and know each other pretty well at this point. Life in Florida, aside from the weather, is everything I could ever want. And as much as my parents want to give me the "I told you so", they know better, so instead they give each other knowing glances whenever I talk about myself or how happy I am. I would never admit to defeat, but we all know I like it better here than I ever did in New York.

Speaking of my parents, in case you were wondering, Connor did indeed come to dinner with us one night. It was one of the milder nights and the humidity wasn't nearly as bad as the other days I have experienced here. Of course Connor remained calm and collected whilst I went crazy with worry wondering whether or not he hated my parents and wanted to break up with me because of it. By the end of the night, we sat on my swing out front, where we usually sit on nice nights like that, and he reassured me he liked my parents; he thought that everything went quite well. I thought he was lying, and even though I didn't say anything, Connor could tell I didn't believe him. To persuade me otherwise, he kissed me on the lips for a little while before pulling away with his arm over my shoulders saying, "You worry too much about these things. If there was a problem, I would let you know about it."

I replied, "I know, but I can't help it. I grew up always wondering about the next thing. You know, financially and all. Especially after this move and all those people back home who I thought I could trust. I've just always had trust issues with other people I suppose. About everything."

He responded to my explanation by asking with pure wonder in his face, "So do you not trust me?"

"Honestly, you are the one person I trust the most," I admitted. "It may be the rose colored glasses affect that makes me fearful of becoming too trusting with you, but I can't help but confess all of these different things with you. Things that I wouldn't even tell my own mother. And I think that's scary. How comfortable I am around you, I mean. I never understood couples and how easily they could say things to one another, and now I think I can tell you everything, then I'll remember how horribly that could result if we broke up and I just- ugh. I feel like I'm rambling and not making sense, so I'll just stop now. Sorry, just forget everything I just said," I blushed.

"Claire, don't do that," Connor said.

"Do what?"

"You think what you say doesn't matter, like nobody cares. But I find everything you say interesting. You make me think, Claire, about things I never would have thought about before. Your personality, your voice, your complexion, your ideas, your mind, everything about you is what makes me so drawn to you. You are so modest, yet you have sudden bursts of confidence that makes people want to listen, and you are so strong, but deep down I know you're a sweetheart."

I couldn't help but smile at that comment. I kept blushing, becoming redder by the second.

Connor could have continued on, but he just sat and he gazed into my eyes, and I gazed back into his bright Bermuda blue eyes. I remember they looked particularly vivid that night. They were beautiful.

"And another thing," Connor decided to add a minute later. "I know you hate it when you blush, but I like it."

"Why's that?"