Lost | A Connor McDonough Fan Fiction

Chapter 11

I woke up the next morning to a text.

hey its hunter :) 

Hey, what's up? I replied.

the usual, just reading up about girls ;)

Wouldn't have expected anything different. ;-)

haha exactly. XD so are you doing anything later? i was thinking that we could go out.

Go out and do what exactly?

i dunno, maybe purchase some food and then consume said food.

What a vivid vocabulary you have.

i try hahaha. so are we on? we could go to Chili's or something of that nature.

Yeah, sure. :-) Pick me up?

most certainly, madame. text me your address later :)

Will do. See you then. :-)

see ya :)

Is it weird that I'm actually kind of excited for this date thing? I'm also kind of nervous. Is that normal? Do I have anxiety? No, I can't have anxiety. Well, actually I'm pretty sure I could. Why am I debating this with myself, of course I don't have anxiety. I'm just nervous. That's all.

~~~

My phone buzzed. 

im here :) I read.

I took a deep breath and opened my door to see Hunter in his car, smiling as he waited for me. He gave a little wave and I waved back as I walked to the passenger side of the car.

"Hey," he said as I hopped in his truck.

"Hey," I smiled.

"So are you excited to finally hang out with one of the greatest people you will ever have the pleasure of knowing?"

"Someone's a little cocky, aren't they?"

"Just a little," he winked. "I mean, I did do my research on females after all."

"Oh, then you must be golden."

"Psh, obvi!" he said in a girly voice. I couldn't help but laugh.

After a moment of silence, he said, "So, Claire."

"So, Hunter."

"Tell me about yourself."

"Like what? I'm not that interesting of a person, honestly."

"Alright, tell me about that."

"...about what..."

"Why you aren't interesting. I'd love to hear."

"It all began when I was born," I joked.

"Let me guess, you were born a poor Native American off of the coast of Africa and after you refused to work, the merchants sold you to a couple of Germans who were merrily passing through Africa whilst on their way to Las Vegas, where they ended up betting you and losing you to two English settlers."

"Wow, how did you know my entire life story?"

"I'm psychic."

"Should've guessed."

"No, I should have guessed. I'm the psychic here."

"True, true. I will never doubt you again."

"I know you won't. I can tell. It's in the future. Which I can see."

"Right."

"Right."

After another pause in our conversation, we burst out laughing at one of the dumbest conversations I ever had.

"That was probably one of the dumbest things I ever said to a person, to be honest," he told me. "I'm not that stupid all the time, I promise."

"Too bad for you, I'm actually that stupid all the time, so yeah, you have that to look forward to in all of our conversations."

"Yaaaaaaaaay!" he nearly shouted. I laughed once again.

During dinner, we kept up the same sort of banter along with legitimate conversations about each other and stories and whatnot.

He dropped me back off at my house afterwards, telling me that we should hang out again sometime.

"Yeah, I'd definitely want to hang out again," I replied.

"Cool," he nodded his head and smiled.

"See you later," I said awkwardly while getting out of his truck.

"Bye," he said, a grin still on his face.

~~~

Hunter and I ended up hanging out a lot after that first date.

Usually he would pick me up and we would just drive until we found something to do. He's one of those people who finds anything boring and needs to be doing something, whether it's walking, driving, reading, climbing a mountain, petting a sheep. He just needs to be occupied. He kind of reminds me of a little kid who always begs his mom for candy.

It was weird changing my relationship status on Facebook to "in a relationship" after we made it official. Almost as if clicking that button was a bomb. I don't even know why it was so strange. We have been dating for about three weeks, so it's nothing too serious, but we aren't in that first date awkwardness like before. We're more comfortable with each other now, but it still seems... different. Like something's off. I just can't put my finger on it. 

Occasionally I'll glance at Connor's profiles on Twitter and Facebook to see what he's up to. As hard as it is on me, I can't help myself. I have this unhealthy craving to know what's happening with him. I question myself and my current mental sanity. I obviously know it hurts to see him moving on and forgetting me, but this little thing in the back of my head keeps telling me to not unfriend him on Facebook, to not unfollow him on Twitter, to not delete him off of my Skype list. Basically my mind is torturing me by telling me to not forget him. I hate it, but I can't help it. Either way I think I would hate it more to not know what he's doing compared to the pain of seeing him pop up on my computer. Does that even make sense? 

Alright, I am declaring that I might not have anxiety, but I certainly have something wrong with me. Because let's get real- this is not good. Not good at all.

But at least I'm somewhat moving on. I think that I'm beginning to lose interest in Connor and getting used to the idea of dating Hunter. Hunter truly is a great companion and he always has a good story to tell. Being with him is great. I need to screw that into my head. Hunter's perfect. He's a great boyfriend. He's everything a girl could ever dream of. 

I just wish that I could eventually have that dream.