Mine (A Connor Ball Love Story)

Good Morning!

          I woke up second. Tristan was up before me.

         "Hey, Trix. Want some pancakes?"

         "Sure," I looked around at all the clothes on the floor, "but first, I want to do something. Which pair of boxers are Connor's?" He just kinda looked at me funny.

         "I don't know." It didn't matter. I grabbed a random pair and sneaked to Connor's bunk. Of course, he was fast asleep. I knew he was a heavy sleeper so this wouldn't wake him up. I placed the boxers on his face and closed the curtain. Snickering, I walked back to Tristan. He chuckled and placed a pancake on my plate.

         "How many?" He was indicating how many pancakes I wanted.

         "Just two, please."

         "Mkay." He put another pancake on my plate and handed me a bottle of syrup. I went and sat down at the one of the booths. I was about to pour the syrup on my pancakes when James and Brad came over.

         "Pancakes?"

         "Nah, I'm good man," Brad said and sat across from me.

         "You should eat breakfast, Brad. It's the most important meal of the day." I chastised Brad.

         "But mom," Brad was acting like a little kid, "I don't wanna!"

         "Ugh, fine. Children are such a pain." Now I was playing along with him.

         "Well, dear, it was your choice to have a kids," James said in a deep voice.

         "Mo-om! Can I go to the mall with my friends today?" Tristan said in his girl voice.

         "Only if you take your little brother with you."

         "But mo-om! He's such a pain!"

         "Hey! I thought we were mates!" Brad pouted.

         "We are." Tristan noogied Brad, laughing. By now everyone was cracking up. When we finally settled down, we heard Connor yelp in his bunk. Tristan and I started laughing insanely again.

         "Who put these on my face?!" He ran in, holding the boxers up. Brad and James started laughing, but all three of the boys pointed at me. Connor glared at me.

         "I did not! It was umm... Tristan!"

         "Likely story."

         "Oh come on," I stood up and started walking all slow like and stuff to him. When I was really close to him and our faces were inches apart, I said real quietly, but still loud enough for the others to hear, in a pouty voice, "would I lie to you?" He looked at me really suspiciously, then his face softened.

         "No, I suppose not."

         "Well then you suppose wrong because I did do it." I walked back to my seat and everyone was laughing super hard, except Connor, who was blushing and looked really butthurt.

         "Oh lighten up. It was a joke, dorkus. Come and sit." I stood up, motioning for him to sit by the window. He sighed and sat down, and then I sat next to him. Tristan brought everyone pancakes, which made all the boys look at him suspiciously.

         "You never make us stuff. What's gotten into you?" James was poking the pancake with his fork as if he was making sure it wasn't a prank or something.

         "We have a lady guest. We need to show her respect."

         "Oh sure. And eating pancakes with me in your underwear is the perfect way to show respect." I poked his shoulder after he sat down. When we all had pancakes (besides Brad, who was just drinking tea), I started pouring syrup on mine. I poured a butt ton of syrup on those things. The boys just sat there with their mouths open.

         "You want some pancake with your syrup?" Connor teased while I passed him the syrup. I snorted and elbowed him softly, then I took a bite. While I was chewing, my eyes popped open. When I swallowed, I just looked at Tristan in awe.

         "What? Is there batter on my face?" He wiped his hand on his face.

         "No it's just... these are so good. Like, the best pancakes I ever had. Ever." I took another bite, savoring the taste of the pancakes.

         "Ah, go on."

         "I would but I want to keep eating." I laughed with the other boys.

         "Trixie is right. These are great," Connor looked at Tristan, then at me. Then we both blushed and looked down, and I continued to stuff my face with the heavenly pancakes. When we were all full, I went to pick up everyone's plates and forks, but Connor held me back.

         "You are our guest. We will not allow you to do work around here."

         "I'm gonna have to do it sometime. Along with other things," I added, looking around at the mess on the floor.