I cant even... Connor Franta. (fan fiction of course)

Chapter two, I guess? ;)

I slumped in the chair to my vanity. Perfect posture is lame and uncomfortable. Therefore, I avoid it. I avoid a lot of stuff. 

I started applying foundation, concealer, (a crap ton! for zits and under-eye dark circles!) powder to set the foundation and concealer, blush to add color to my face, bronzer so I look tanner than I actually am, high light to give my face a glow, a light brown eyeshadow to my eye crease to give my eyes depth, black mascara to extend and volumize my lashes, I combed through my eyebrows so they looked less "wild", and put on red lipstick. As lame as that kind of makeup tutorial was, it's my every day routine. I apply that makeup EVERY SINGLE DAY. So, I figured I'd get that long boring description out of the way, so I don't have to repeat myself constantly. 

I was somewhat satisfied with my complexion, so I moved on to untangling my hair. My hair was about shoulder length, (btw, i'm 5''7, so I'm average height I guess.) and was SUPER CURLY. It's untameable at times. It's not super thick, but there's a lot of it, so it's just a big mess of hair. It looks like I apply a crap ton of hairspray to it, but in reality I just let it dry naturally. My hair's pretty ratchet. 

I checked my appearance in the mirror. Not half bad, I was pleased enough. It won't get any better, so. I'm good with it. With a random burst of energy, I skipped down the stairs to the kitchen. I poured myself a cup of coffee, and check the time. 4:17 pm. Yeah, it's four in the afternoon and I'm drinking coffee. Whatever. It's what keeps me going. 

My parents are gone for a couple days, (how cliche is that) visiting some spa and casino resort thing for their 20th Anniversary. (Another btw, I'm eighteen. You can do the math for when they had me during their marriage. Cause I'm not telling you. lol) How romantic. But it left me alone in my house for a week. And it's only the first day of them being gone. (they left this morning while I was asleep haha.) 

I had a little more than two hours to kill, so I pulled out my laptop and browsed through Facebook. I checked my messages, and Isabelle had sent me a link to some video on Youtube with the message: 

"Watch this video. And any other ones you want. This is whose party we're going to. (He's a friend of mine) Hope you enjoy, cause I did." 

I clicked on the link and it led me to some person's channel. Kian Lawley, I think is how you spell his name? He was cute. Not super attractive, but to most girls I bet he's a god. He's just not my type. I watched a few of his Vlogs, and found a collab channel he was on. Our Second Life... or for the cool kids and fangirls, O2L. (sarcasm, yet again.) There's like six guys on this channel. When they were all together making a video, they were pretty funny. But when they were separate each one was funny in a different way. I don't know, hard to explain. I watched videos on each of their channels and I guess got to know each one of them. Just a little bit about them, nothing major. I'm not that dedicated to stalking. 

Before you knew it, it was 6:45, and time for me to leave. It's amazing how fast time flies when you're watching so many fricken videos on Youtube. It was pretty entertaining. 

I grabbed my retarded phone and car keys and headed out to my car. I'm not gonna describe my car, cause honestly I'm quite terrible at describing things, and it's not that big of a deal. My car's not that fancy. I hopped into my not-so-fancy car and drove (I'm not the best driver so don't ever get in a car with me unless you know what you're in for) to Isabelle's house. I waited outside in my car until exactly 6:59, (like I promised her) and honked my horn to signal her that I'm there. 

She walked out of her house and rolled her eyes. She was beautiful, as always. Long dirty blond hair, I'd say about down to her waist. It was messy and natural and looked amazing. Brown short-shorts (I feel stupid saying that, but they were short shorts.) with a cream color tanktop (much like the one I'm wearing, style-wise, except hers had writing on it) with the words, "Love. Unconditionally, and forever." I loved that shirt, it was so cute. And she had lace up combat boots on, cause what hipster doesn't? (Sarcasm, yet again.) 

She pulled open the passenger side door and got in. 

"Hey, whore. I'm not the kind of person to pick up hookers." I lowered my glasses and winked at her. (We can be total jerks to each other, only cause we love each other. We're always joking. Take no offense) 

"Well, good. I'm not the kind of girl to sleep-and tell." She twirled her hair in her fingers and bit her lip. It was a good come back, I'm not gonna lie. It's hard competing with her over who can keep character the longest. No way I'm losing quite yet. 

"Suit yourself. So, my house or yours?" I asked suggestively.

"Actually, I was thinking my friend Kian's. He loves a good party." She told me, also suggestively. 

"A two for one? It's my lucky night." I smiled evilly. 

She looked me in the eyes and I could tell what she would do next. We broke out into uncontrollable laughter. 

"That was good!!" She told me, still laughing.

"I try, I try. I have to compete with the best." I smiled at her. "So, where am I going?" 

"8327 St. Olivers Drive. Might want to enter that into your mapquest." She suggested. 

"Alright, babe. We're off." I quickly punched in the address and started my car up and left. 

~Author's note: Another chapter, and still no Connor! Don't give up yet! Haha! Im sure he'll be coming into the story soon! I did mention Kian though! Sorry the chapter's short, I just wanted to get this part out of the way, so we could get to the fun stuff! Hope you're having an amazing day! .xx P.S. I'm not a pro-writer. So don't expect to have perfect writing. I just hope you enjoy this completely fictional (except for some of the characters I base off of members from Youtube) not well written fan-fiction.~