Not such a frantastic life

Pinky promise

Connor pulled his car into a almost empty parking lot, a couple of cars are here and there but not too many.

"What's this?" I asked looking out of my window and up at the old brick building.

"Best restaurant I have ever been to." he said looking through the windshield at the ragged brick building.

"I'm trusting you on this because last time you said that, it was true." I said unbuckling my seat belt.

Connor and I got out of his car and walked around the front bumper to each other.

"C'mon homeless." he said snaking his arm around my waist.

"Hello welcome to Rangers. Table for two?" the guy behind the small counter asked as we entered the door. He had a accent, British or Australian, he had blonde hair that was up in a quif, he had some acne here and there on his face, he could probably be around Connor's age.

"Yeah." Connor answered, guiding me where the guy placed us.

"Here you are." He said placing the dark menus on our table.

"Thank you."

"No problem." he mumbled.

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Connor ordered a burger and fries and I ordered some shrimp and fries. We ate pretty quick because Connor kept rushing me.

"C'mon, I don't wanna be late." he said rushing me up to the house.

"Late for what?" I asked for probably the 1,000th time.

"We are going somewhere. Put something sexy on." He said slapping my butt as we rushed up the stairs.

When I finally reached the room and our closet, I decided on a tight strapless black dress that cut off about half way down my thigh it has a low cut front with some nude pumps. I curled the very ends if my hair and they turned out really cute. For my makeup I did a natural look, mascara, some eyeliner on the top of my eye lid, faint blush and some Chapstick.

After about 35-45 minutes later I was ready, I walked downstairs and saw Connor. He had on a white pocket shirt and the pocket was purple with black zigzags across it with some lightly faded skinny jeans.

As he stood, ogling my curves in the tight black dress. "Lydia. Yo-you look absolutely gorgeous." he stuttered.

"Thank you." I said taking a spin around.

"You ready?"

"Yeah. Lets go." I said holding my hand out for him to grab, as if on command, he grabbed it and intertwined his long fingers with my small cubby ones. We climbed into our sides of the car and buckled up. I turned the radio on my favorite station and 23 by Miley Cyrus, was on.

"Drinkin out the bottle, I got no respect,"

"Wow. I hope you're not like that tonight." he sighed to himself.

"Lookin like a model I just got a check." I mumbled deciding to ignore his comment.

"You do look like a model Lydia."

"Thank you. Are we going to a club?" I asked addressing his previous remark.

"Something like that." he said smirking.

"Connor! Are we?" I asked as we pulled into a parking lot of a club called Crushed.

"Does this answer you question?"

"What are we doing here?"

"Were gonna party," he said putting the car in park.

"And possibly find roommates." he said very softly.

"What?! I'm not letting some freak, party animals live in our house." I said crossing my arms over my chest.

"I'm not either. I messaged a couple friends that I know that are having a hard time finding a house." he said leaning in closer to me.

"Who?" I asked looking into his gorgeous eyes.

"Kian, Ricky, Jc, Andrea, and Sam." he said nibbling at my neck carefully.

"All guys?" I asked arching my eyebrows.

"I said Andrea, that is a girl name." he said chuckling at my curiousness.

"I'm sorry babe I'm just nervous."

"Well c'mon. You're gonna love them. I swear."

"Pinky promise?" I asked holding my pinky up.

"Pinky promise." He said wrapping his pinky around mine and kissing it.