I Love You. Now I'm Afraid To Lose You. {Connor Franta Fanfic}

Chapter 2 - Meeting The Boys.

Chapter 2 - Meeting The Boys.

"I'm Connor. And you are?" He smiled.

"Emma." I smiled back.

"Connor!"

"Connor, what happened?"

"What's going on?"

I heard three voices in unison, apparently yelling to Connor. They all ran over to us, standing under a street light, just staring and both Connor and I.

"Woah, what happened?" A tall, tan boy with really short black hair asked, looking at us, and Kyle who was still unconscious on the ground...

"Yeah, are you guys okay?" Asked a boy standing next to the tan boy, had kind of short black hair and was wearing a SnapBack. The next boy that spoke had light brown hair in a quiff and had a cute little lisp.

"...Why is that dude on the ground? Connor what'd you do? And why?" Connor chuckled awkwardly.

"I'll tell you guys in a minute. Go wait for me in the house, okay?" The three boys nodded and started walking back, talking amongst themselves about the scene.

"Who were they?" I asked Connor.

"My crazy friends." He smiled. "Come on, lets get you all cleaned up." Oh gosh. My hair is probably all knotted from the wind, and my eyes are probably all swelled with mascara all over from my tears.

The house is really nice. I kind of saw the outside, but not much. The house was like a white with orange-ish rooftops. It was a pretty big house from the outside.

"The bathroom is down the hall, second door on the left." He pointed out as we walked in the house. Wow, it's so warm and cozy in here.

"Okay, thanks." I followed his directions and walked into the bathroom, shutting the door behind me. Oh god. I looked even worse than I imagined. My makeup is seriously everywhere. I literally look like a gothic clown. And my hair, don't even get my started.

I take some toilet paper and start wiping off all my makeup. After that's finished, I don't have a brush so I'm going to have to use my fingers. Oh, joy.

"Hey, you okay?" It didn't sound like Connor, so it must've been one of the other boys.

"I'm fine, thanks." I replied as I opened the door. It was the boy with the light brown quiff.

"Good," he smiled. "You can sit down if you like." He walked over to the couch, gesturing me to join. I followed, being sat in between Connor and the boy with the light brown quiff. In front if me was the tan boy sitting on a chair, and the boy with the SnapBack on the floor beside him.

"So, what's your name?" The quiff boy asked.

"Emma." I smiled.

"Cool. I'm Jc." The boy with the SnapBack answered proudly.

"I'm Ricardo." Said the tan boy.

"I'm Ricky," said the boy with the quiff. "And obviously you know who Connor is." he winked.

"Well, I do now, considering he practically saved my life."

"Yeah, what exactly happened?" Jc nervously asked me.

"Umm..." I scratched the back of my neck. "Well," I sighed. "I'll just make it short and sweet... Umm. MyboyfriendKyleabusesme."

"Woah, not that short." Ricardo chuckled.

I half-smiled. "My boyfriend Kyle abuses me..." I paused for a second. I didn't even know these guys, but if one of them saved my life, I'm pretty sure I can trust them. Right?

"I was at his house," I continued. "Because if I don't do what he tells me to do, he'll hit me. If I even breathed wrong he would hit me. I was tired of it, so when he was in the bathroom I ran as fast as I could away from his house. Apparently I slammed the door too hard and he heard me." Crap, I felt tears falling again.

"Dangit Jc, look what you do!" Connor yelled at him, engulfing me in his arms, Ricky rubbing my back in comfort. Great, I got Connor's shirt all wet from tears.

I pulled back out of the hug. "I'm so sorry, Connor. I got your shirt all wet. I really don't know why I'm crying."

"Sorry? You shouldn't be the one saying sorry. Jc should be..."

"IM SORRY!" Jc screamed, running over to me and hugging me. The other boys joined in, and I was now being smushed between four guys. They were so sweet.