.・。.・...HE'S GOOD FOR MY HEART BUT HE'S BAD FOR BUSINESS ── SABRINA CARPENTER
in which connor sees an edit of actress iris brooks on his fyp during brady's stream. she sees the clip and takes an interest
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narrative
╰┈➤ location: iris's bedroom, the brooks household
iris's pov
MY EYES flutter open, adjusting to the light. Hands are around my waist. Hands are around my waist?
I look down and see two hands wrapped around my waist, a body is pressed against mine. I recognize the scent almost instantly. It's Connor.
Number one, how the hell did I get in this situation. Number two, how do I get out of it. My head is pounding, I have a raging head ache. I try moving his hands so I can somehow wiggle out. The moment our hands touch against each other, Connor groans, changes his position, and pulls me closer.
Do I say his name? Do I wake him up? A million scenarios play out in my mind, but before even thinking, "Connor" I whisper. He stirs in his sleep. "Connor" this time a little louder, hoping to wake him up. He hums and opens his eyes to look at me. As soon as he realizes what he is doing, his eyes go wide and he takes his hands off of my waist. Is it bad to say I miss it?
I'm still looking at him and he is still looking at me. "I'm sorry Iris" he starts. "You got really, really drunk last night and I took you home. But, when I went to leave, you told me to stay. And I feel like I couldn't say no-" he rambled. "It's okay Connie. Thanks for taking me home" I cut him off.
Now this is awkward. "I should get going" he says awkwardly. I smile at him and he gets up from my bed. Oh my god, could this get any worse. He starts walking toward my door. "Connie" he looks back at me. "Thank you again" i finish. He smiles at me once again and exits my room.
I fall back on my bed and stare at the ceiling. Is it bad I.. miss him. Oh god I can't even think about it, let alone say it out loud. I can't even imagine what he is thinking.
Hangover is so bad. I wonder how much I drank. I wait a couple of minutes of ensure that Connor is gone before I leave my room. A hot liquid runs down my face. Am I crying? I wipe beneath my eyes, I am crying. Fuck.
After cleaning up the absolute mess I am, I walk downstairs. Cal greets me as I slump down on the couch. "Oh stop being a debby downer" he says. I glare daggers at him and he puts his hands up in defense. "Do you still like Connor?" Ouch. I don't even know how to respond. I just stopped crying about this, but I honestly can't help myself from it happening again.
