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Connor woke up to Allison cuddled into him. She was holding onto him for dear life. He smiled, kissing her forehead. He grabbed his phone. He figured he needed to thank all the people wishing him a happy birthday.

Stromer had texted him, so had Marns, basically all his old teammates and opponents had. He thanked them all. He told his mom he'd call them later and texted a bunch of his old friends back.

He took Twitter next. He RT'd all his friends' tweets. He'd make a tweet thanking the fans later. He opened instagram. Forty seven new tagged posts. He sighed. He hated this life some days. This was one of those days.

He scrolled through his mentions. Just people commenting dumb shit on his photos. Like always. He went through his tags. He ignored the ones from fan accounts and went to his personal friends and families. He smiled when he saw Alli's collage. He saw there was a big caption.

allisonrogers: Connie,
I knew you were special since the first day I met you. Since you laughed at my lame joke when you told me to call you "Connor, please" so I did just that. 😉
I had always told Kara that I was never going to do what her and Dylan did. That no one would ever mean enough to me to put myself through that, but you really made me look like an asshole on that one. You were so charming and kind, I had no chance in not being drawn to you. And I can honestly say I never thought you would mean so much to me.
The funny thing is, I wasn't even looking for you, you found me. Constantly having to be together (thanks Kara) formed a friendship which turned into the best relationship I could've asked for. I never saw you coming, but I'm more than thankful you did. I know we've had our bumps and our fights, but I'm more than glad to still have you in my life. Since it's your birthday, I couldn't think of a better time to thank you for what you do for me. I probably can't put it all into words, but I sure can try.
Thank you for always putting me in my place, even if I am the most stubborn person in the world. Thank you for knowing how to handle me, or at least pretending to, and always calming me down and making me smile like no one else can. Thank you for always holding my hand (literally, and figuratively). Not only do you keep my hands warm, you're not afraid to show me off to everyone. I love being your arm candy. And I also love knowing you're there to help me every step of the way.
Thank you for always supporting me, and making sure I don't do stupid things. We both know I wouldn't be in my dream school if you hadn't yelled at me about doing my acceptance essay. Thank you for arguing with me, even though I'm always right. You know I need the fight sometimes and I'm glad you give it to me. Thank you for always taking pictures with me, even if you do have four chins in it.
Thank you for letting me take over your bed while I cuddle into you and drool all over you. And letting me steal all your pillows. Thank you for always making me feel beautiful, even when I show up at your door in your old sweater (which you were unaware I had) with frozen snot on my face.

He was at a loss for words. He decided to go read the comments. There was more in them from Allison. She had posted more in the comments. He scrolled to the top to read them.

allisonrogers: since insta apparently has a caption cap, I'll continue in here. 🙄

allisonrogers: Thank you for letting me cry my eyes out to you when I'm stressed over school or life or just need to cry. And for buying me pizza after to make me feel better.

allisonrogers: Thank you for playing with my hair and not complaining when it suffocates you. You're my favourite big spoon. Thank you for always treating our visits like we haven't seen each other in weeks when it's actually only been an hour. Your excitement warms my heart. Thank you for always giving me the last bite because you know how much I love food and that's how much you love me. Thank you for knowing when to be silly and when to be serious with me. You're the balance I need in my messy life.

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