Starbucks Lovers. (Connor Franta Fanfiction) \

Chapter 5: "Hobbies"

Connor eventually stopped driving and pulled up at a small apartment building. I pulled in behind him, with my palms getting sweatier as I approached Connor. Connor came over, smiled at me, and pointed to where his apartment was. He put his arm around my waist and led me up to his door.

“Welcome to Casa De Connor, and friends.” He said as he pushed open the door.

His apartment was a cute little place. Ricky, Kian, and some curly haired, rosy cheeked boy who’d I never seen, all sat on a black couch with their computers.

“Well they’re very social people.” I laughed as I set my bag down on a nearby table.

Connor motioned for me to come with him. I followed him over into their kitchen and he leaned against the counter.

“Olivia, the thing I wanted to tell you was-“ Connor was cut off by the curly haired boy yelling,

“Dude, why is there some chicks bag and shoes? I didn’t see one come in.”

 “There’s a girl here? CONNOR?” Ricky yelled running down the hall.

“I’m in the kitchen with Olivia.” Connor shouted back as he opened the fridge, grabbing an Arizona. “You want one?” he asked holding one out.

“Uh yeah. Do you have raspberry?”                                                      

“Why yes we do Miss. Olivia.” Connor said, winking as he handed me a tea.

“Connor, you can at least tell us when a cute girl is coming over so we can look presentable.” Ricky said as he entered the kitchen.

“Hey Ricky!” I said waving at him.

“Hey Liv.” He said, winking at me.

“Well, I was just about to tell Liv something important about the rest of the boys and I. One of our “hobbies”.” Connor said, putting air quotes around hobbies.

Alright, well this means he’s not gay, and doesn’t have a girlfriend. He could still be a criminal.

“Go in your room because I’m gonna make some food in here.” Ricky sassed as he reached in a cupboard.

Connor led me down the hall a bit more and we stopped at an open door, and went in. We sat down on his bed, and he pulled out his laptop.

“So what do you have to tell me?” I asked.

“Well, I think this can explain better.” Connor said as he handed me the laptop.