Maybe More: a Connor Franta Gay Fanfiction

Establishment

Jordan's POV
After finding myself crying for three hours, I sluggishly walked out of my room.

I heard the clinging of glass in the kitchen. I walked down the hall and peeked around the corner. It was mom. She was getting more wine.

"You promised," I hissed.

"Oh...h-hey Jordan! Th-hirsty?" She slurred back at me.

"No. You are pathetic," I snapped. "Is this why Dad left?!" I shouted.

She stared blankly at me for a second before turning red.

"You think I'm proud of having a son who is gay?! That is what's pathetic," she screamed.

I stared at her expressionless for a good ten seconds. I can't believe my mother had said that to me. Tears were beginning to form in my eyes.

"I'm leaving," I muttered to her.
She shouted something at me as I stomped down the hall but I couldn't make it out.

I stuffed my backpack full of clothes, slipped on my shoes, and left the house.

I pulled out my phone and called Connor.

"Hey. I-uh need you to come and pick me up. It's an emergency," I told, holding back tears.

Connor's POV
I could hear the hurt in his voice. He needed me.

I jumped into my car and jammed the keys into the ignition, turned the car on, and sped to Jordan's house.

I spied him sitting on the curb, a backpack draped around his shoulders, his head in his hands.

He saw me approaching and stood. I stopped the car and he sped to the door. He got into the seat, a blank expression planted on his face.

I slowly made the journey to my apartment.

"What's going on? Did someone hurt you? Is your mom sick?"I asked, pure concern in my voice.

He looked at me, tears welling in his eyes. He told me what had just unfolded, his voice shaking the entire time.

The next day

Last night was a living hell for Jordan.

Sometime during the drive back to my apartment, he had fallen asleep. After what he had just endured, I couldn't bring myself to awaken him.

I opened the door and gently lifted his frail body out of the seat and into my arms.

His face snuggled into my chest, a soft moan escaping his pink lips, still enveloped in a dream.

I carried him through my apartment door and into my bedroom. I gently lowered him onto the mattress.

He immediately pressed his dirty blonde hair into the soft, white pillow.

I let a soft sigh escape my lips before padding back to my car to retrieve Jordan's things.

I returned into my apartment, draping his backpack onto the chair.

I turned my phone on, checking the time.

The clock read 11:30. It had gotten late quickly.

I proceeded to do nightly things before returning to the couch to retire for the night.

I woke up 4 hours later, an aching pain in my back.

I didn't think Jordan would mind if I slept on the other side of the bed. I couldn't bring myself to lie on this couch any longer.

I quietly went into my bedroom, slipping myself under the blankets.

I was nearly asleep when I felt an arm drape across my chest.

I don't know if Jordan was asleep or awake.

I'm not complaining.

A/N: Hi ya'll! It's been a suuper long time and I'm so sorry! I'm already in the process of writing the new chapter so look forward to that!