Sparks ↣ bronnor

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A/N: Hey guys, i've just got home from London.

So that's why I didn't upload.

Instead of going straight to bed to catch up on some sleep i'm updating my fics so be proud ya'll.

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Dear whoever,

My head is pounding at an accelerating speed.

Half of me has never been happier in my entire life.

That half wants to knock on Olivia's house in the middle of the night to tell her everything that happened.

She was probably with Liz.

I might ruin the moment for them, so that's a no go.

That half of me also really wants to call my mother and tell her about the amazing person I've met.

That's where the other half of my brain closes in.

"But Connor is, in fact, a boy

She might not approve.

She might hate you"

The voice in the dark part of my brain kept getting louder and louder and I had to calm myself down.

I sat there for 15 minutes, just trying to figure out what to do next.

And I won't tell my mother right now.

I don't even know if Connor wants to go out with me again.

I mean he probably won't.

Because he's interesting and amazing and has this aura around him, almost like a spark, constantly below the surface of his skin.

Just pulsing around there, creating the energy that is Connor Ball.

And I'm just Brad.

And I am not interesting nor have any kind of energy left in my body.

I observe people but I also sometimes observe myself.

And while working in the coffee shop and hanging around with Connor had really brightened me up.

Every time I look in the mirror I see a ghost.

Dull eyes looking back at me, my dull eyes.

And I'm nothing.

Nothing Connor would ever want.

-Bradley