Mine (A Connor Ball Love Story)

Talk About Close Call!

         When me and Tristan got back into the room, Brad and James both started talking at once.

         "I'm sorry Trixie. I shouldn't have forced that out of you."

         "Are you okay? We're here for you."

         Connor just sat there, looking angry. I followed his gaze to mine and Tristan's linked arms. It was then that I realized the way we were walking. I was holding onto his arm with both of mine, my head on his shoulder. Anyone could take this the wrong way. I quickly detangled myself from Tristan, earning a confused look from him and a satisfied look from Connor. I would have to talk to him later about that. I decided to intervene in Brad and James' babbling. 

         "Guys. GUYS. I'm fine, really. I would've had to tell you at some point. Why not now?"

         "Well, yeah, but," Brad stood up and hugged me, "it wasn't my place to force you to tell us that."

         "It's fine, Brad. You were concerned about me. I'm not mad at you. If anything, I'm glad you did it. Now it's over with and I don't have to worry about it later. Thank you." We were still hugging and I had closed my eyes. Fortunately, I am a short person, so I was still a couple inches smaller than Brad. When we were done hugging, they all sat back down. Except this time, Connor sat on the arm of the couch so that I could have a seat. I sat down and leaned against him. I didn't know what we were watching, but I wasn't actually paying any attention to it anyway. I was just thinking about all that had happened that day. When the show was over, I stood up and stretched, and announced that I was going to bed. They all said goodnight and I walked down the hall to my room.

         When I got to my room, I looked through my bag for my phone and earbuds. They weren't there. I must have left them in the bathroom. I ran in there and combed through the whole place. Nothing. I panicked. I can't sleep without music. I ran through the whole room, searching every corner for my phone, to no avail. I just sat down on the floor and sighed angrily. After a moment of sitting like that, I heard a knock on my door. It was Connor.

         "You left this in Brad's room." He had my phone, with the earbuds still connected to it.

         "Oh my gosh, thank you thank you thank you." I hugged him tightly.

         "Wow, you really love that thing, don't you?"

         "I don't think you understand. I cannot sleep without music. Like, literally CANNOT." I turned on my phone and played the album that I play every night.

         "So," he looked at my phone, "you listen to the same," he counted the songs, "eight songs every night?"

         "Umm, yeah, pretty much." I was just looking down, blushing. He kept looking at my phone, then smiled. I knew what he was looking at. The fourth song on the list was Can We Dance. Connor Ball edition. He wrapped his arm around my waist and kissed my head.

         "Hey, I think I deserve a little more than that." I said cheekily.

         "Well, then." He put his lips on mine. It started out as just a kiss, but then he deepened it, and I just went along with it. He put his hands on my thighs and I jumped up onto him. We stopped for air while he carried me to the bed, and then his lips crashed back onto mine. He put his hands under my shirt and that's when I stopped him.

         "Connor, I... I don't think I'm ready for that just yet."

         "Of course." He took his hands out from under my shirt and I unwrapped my legs from his torso.

         "Are you mad at me?"

         "No, I understand. I probably wouldn't have gone through with it anyway." We sat in silence for a minute.

         "When I walked into the room with Tristan," he tensed up and I proceeded with caution, "why were you so mad?" I knew the answer already, but I still wanted to hear him say it.

         "I didn't like the way he was looking at you." That wasn't at all what I expected.

         "What?"

         "He was looking at you like he had just won you over. Did anything happen while he was in here with you?"

         "No! No no no no no. He just came and sat on the bed and I rested my head on his lap and he stroked my hair for a minute. Then I said I was ready to come back and we walked back together. It wasn't like that." He just looked at me suspiciously.

         "Would I lie to you?"

         "Well..." I could tell he was thinking about the underwear incident.

         "That was different!"

         "Why did you choose me, anyway?"

         "Because I knew you would wake up last."

         "How did you know that?"

         "Because I'm your biggest fan."

         He just laughed and kissed me again.