The Date: Connor Franta

1O: Nice Anna

I felt my blood boiling. My. Blood. Boiling. My. Fucking. Best. Friend. Brought. An. Asshole. In. The. Same. Room. I'm. In.

"You gotta be fucking kidding me." I said under my breath. He comes inside with his camera equipment in his hands, walking right passed me.

Who the hell needs 3 people to make 1 video? I'm sure Kian and Andrea can work 1 camera.

I walked up the stairs to MY room. In which my enemy was in. Sitting on MY bed. Moving MY things around. My question is, why did he even come to MY apartment if he knew I'd be here? Is he just trying to piss me off even more?

"Sorry to interrupt you guys, can I just excuse Andrea for a quick minute?" I asked.

"Why can't you just do it after the video? We're busy." Connor said.

"Fuck off or get out." I said.

"They need me for filming a video, smart one."

"That's why I gave you another option to fuck off, idiot." I said as Andrea stands up and grabs my arm.

"He's just here to make a video." She said.

"He knows I live here. Why did HE decide to help out instead of Jc or Ricky?!"

"I don't know, I'm not Connor!"

"Did you listen to anything I said about the argument we both had?!"

"Fine how about this- he can make these videos for us, while you're nice to him, and you can do whatever you want for a week. I can do the laundry, cook, clean, do your homework, anything. Only if you're nice to him."

"Wait wait, videos?!" I emphasized the S. "Plural?! He's going to be here many times?!"

"Just a week Anna. We're doing this boyfriend vs. girlfriend challenge this week so he's helping us film."

"Bu- wh- ca- he- I- UGH." I groan loudly.

"Please just try to be nice to him." She pouted.

"You fucking owe me." I pointed at her.

"Love you too!" She said, running up the stairs.

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I was in the living room, watching tv, turning it to the loudest volume I could so I didn't need to hear Connor laughing.

Andrea practically threatened me about me trying to be nice to him for a week.

Me? Nice? To an asshole? For a week? Like that would fucking work.

"Watching Teen Wolf?" Connor asked. Well obviously. The fuck am I watching, The Teletubbies?

"Yeah, you watch that too?" I said instead.

"Yeah. Heard that you're supposed to be nice to me this week." He plops on the couch next to me... when he could sit anywhere else but he decides to sit right near me instead.

"Please don't push my buttons." Don't fucking push my buttons or I'll punch your buttons is what I wanted to say.

"No promises."

"Cool." I mentally rolled my eyes.

"Kinda hungry, are you?"

"Did I hear hungry? Let's go eat at Panera!" Kian ran down the stairs.

"You guys can go. I'm gonna just watch Teen Wolf."

"Oh come on Anna. You'll starve." Connor said. "If you were nice you'd agree." If I was nice I'd break your nose and straighten it with my bare hands, then apologize.

"Okay." I smiled.

Connor trying to act all cool? Juuust watch. I'll 'accidentally' do things that he is not capable of me doing. Maybe a replay of spilling a drink on him? I think so.

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