Lost | A Connor McDonough Fan Fiction

Chapter 6

"Connor, I really don't think an announcement is necessary," I nearly pleaded. I always hated attention on me, and if Connor tells all of these girls that he's dating me, they will all be crushed. And they will all hate me.

"Yes, it is," he replied. Why was he so calm with this? Sure, I know I overthink things. But this one I have a gut feeling about. He shouldn't say anything to them. Everything would be easier that way.

"No, it isn't."

"Claire, why are you so worried about this?" Connor turned to face me from his desk chair. His eyes scanned my face, seeing through each and every one of my fears and insecurities. Or at least that's how it felt.

I shrugged my shoulders. "I just don't want them to hate me. If you tell them, then they will be devastated and think that I stole them away from you."

He cocked his head to the side and gave me a grin. "The only thing you stole was my heart," he said as if he was reading from a romance novel.

"That is so cheesy," I said with a smile.

"Aw, see, now that's how you should be right now. Happy since your amazing boyfriend is confessing his undevoted love for you over the internet in a matter of minutes."

I smiled back, then realized something. Did he just say he loved me? I looked at him typing feverishly on his computer. He looked so focused, completely unaware that he just indirectly said he loved me. Even if it wasn't meant, that was the first time a guy ever said to me that he loved me besides my dad.

"Why are you looking at me?" Connor asked.

"No reason," I lied.

"Could it be because I just said I loved you?" He kept looking at his computer screen, this time a little side grin formed on his face.

I decided to look down, blushing because he knew exactly what he just said. "Maybe," I mumbled.

He was chuckling at my awkward nature. We remained in silence for the next few minutes, just the clicking of his keyboard. I finally decided to admit something.

"I love you too, Connor," I blurted out. He turned, looking at me with a smile.

"What?" he asked.

"I love you..." I faded out at the end, not as confident as the first time. Did he say it as a joke before? Should have I just remained quiet?

"You don't have to say it if you don't mean it, Claire. Don't feel pressured."

"No, but I do mean it!" I said. "I love all of your qualities, they are everything I could have ever asked for in a guy. It's almost as if someone took all of my favorite things and crammed them into one person, that person being you. You make me smile when no one else can, you listen to me even when I have nothing important to say, but most importantly, you make me feel comfortable and you make me feel..." I stopped myself. I was rambling on and on again. I must be so annoying, and the thing I was about to say would make me sound super-obsessed.

"Go on," Connor said.

"No, no, it's fine. I was finished."

"Claire, I know you didn't finish. Go ahead."

"I was going to say that you make me feel wanted, but I realized how stupid that sounds."

"That's not stupid, Claire-"

"Yes, it is, just forget I said anything."

"Do I have to? If anything, I want to remember all of the things you tell me. It's so difficult to get you to open up and when you do, you think that it's dumb, when in reality, you say some of the most thoughtful things," he paused for a moment, then said, "Add that to the list of reasons why I said I love you."

"I was keeping a tally, actually," I said sarcastically.

"A tally?" he jokingly asked.

"Yes, a tally. I work better with numbers."

"Psh, same here, gurl," he said in a valley-girl accent with a quick flick of the wrist.

I laughed and Connor carried on with whatever he was doing.