Mine (A Connor Ball Love Story)

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          "I'm a superfan, remember?" I nudged him playfully, and he nudged back.

          "Well, if you know so much about us, then lets quiz you on it, shall we?" James had a smirk on his face, like he knew I wouldn't pass.

          "Try me." I was determined to pass.

          "We're going to start easy," James said, "what are all of our full names?"

          "Psh! James Daniel Mcvey, Bradley Will Simpson, Tristan Oliver Vance Evans, and Connor Samuel John Ball."

          "Good, next question," Brad said, "which of us is the oldest?"

          "James." I pretended to yawn like I was bored.

          "Okay," Tristan was smiling, obviously enjoying it, "what are our birthdays?"

          "You guys aren't going to think I'm some freaky stalker if I get every question right, will you?"

          "Nah, we get it," Connor put his arm across my shoulder, "besides, I'm already scared of you."

          "Why are you scared of her?" Connor's dad almost looked disapproving of it.

          "She is really strong. Stronger than I am. Or James." Everyone but the boys looked at me, really surprised.

          "Umm..." I didn't feel comfortable with this much attention, "can we continue with the quiz? What was the question?"

          "Oh, yeah," Tristan thought for a moment, "what are our birthdays?"

          "Oh, okay. Well, James' birthday is April 30th, 1994.  Tristan's is August 15th,  1994. Brad, July 28, 1995. And Connor's birthday is March 15th, 1996."

          "Let's move on too some harder questions. What pets do James, Brad and I have and what are their names?" Connor knew that I knew he had a bearded dragon. I rolled my eyes at him.

          "James has a cat named Mickey, Brad has a golden retriever named Jesse, and you have a bearded dragon named Rex and a hamster named Harry." I had a smug look on my face.

          "Fine, you win this round. But we will have a rematch!" Connor was using his Davey Jones accent, and it was the first time he used it around me, so I broke into smiles all over the place. I love that accent so much. By now everyone was done with their food, so we all got up. I started to help pick up the dishes, but Mrs. Mcvey insisted that she could do it. Hesitantly, I agreed, feeling like I should help. But then Connor's Dad caught my attention.

          "So, you're really stronger than Connor? I'd like to see that." He looked at me then at Connor. I bit my lip.

          "Okay, I'll arm wrestle him one time, but that's it." I didn't like showing people up. We went to a table that was just the right size  for it, and put our arms on it.

          "Ready... Set..." Connor's dad was about to say "go" when there was a twisting pain in my stomach. I removed my hand from Connor's and just sat right down on the floor, holding my abdomen. Connor sat next to me, fussing over me, asking if I was okay, did I need medicine.

          "I'm... okay, Connor. I knew this would happen today. Just... bad timing, that's all. Can you get me to a bathroom?" He nodded and picked me up, carrying me to the closest bathroom (there were multiple bathrooms in the house), and put me down on the floor. The pain in my stomach was making me tear up, and I curled up into a ball. Connor left the room, and I was alone for about five seconds before James' mom came in.

           "I know what's happening, dear. Here," she handed me a pad, "put that on." She left me alone and I put it on, the pain already subsiding. I stood up testily, holding on to the counter. I was good. I made my way out back to the living room, which was where everyone was. Connor stood up immediately when I walked into the room.

          "Are you okay?"

          "Yeah," I turned to everyone else, "sorry you had to see that. That's... well, embarrassing." I was blushing profusely. There was an awkward silence that I broke.

          "So, what about that arm wrestling match?" Connor looked hesitant.

          "Are you sure you can do it? I don't want you to hurt."

          "I'll be fine, Connor." I took his hand.

          "Okay..." He still looked reluctant. I led him to the table we were at before, and everyone came with us.

          "Ready, set... FIGHT!" Connor's dad sounded like a sports announcer. Connor and I started putting force on one another's arms. Of course, I won, again. I had the most victorious look on my face. Connor almost looked ashamed. I wrapped my arm around his waist.

          "Hey, Connor, it's okay. You're still awesome." I kissed his cheek, and then realized that everyone was looking at us. I blushed, and Connor chuckled. I heard a beep outside and looked out the window to see the tour bus we were going to be on for the remainder of the tour. The boys were already getting their things and saying goodbye to everybody. I had my share of hugs and handshakes. Then we made our way to the tour bus. Britain, be prepared for me!