I Promise (A Connor McDonough Fan Fiction)

XVII (Connor's Point of View)

 “A Venti Peppermint Mocha Frappuccino for Connor?” Mike, the barista at the bar called out my order. I know, it's not yet the season for Peppy Mochas to be on their regular menu but I'm Connor McDonough and I get Peppy mocha when I want one -- or two. Same goes with my brothers. We're awesome like that.

As I was about to walk to the counter to get my drink, my phone vibrated and saw the caller ID: 'Megan'

Megan is my girlfriend, I think. You must be thinking now, How is he not sure if she's his girlfriend? Here's the thing, we're only dating because the public thinks we look good together which leads to our band getting the attention that we need, according to our management. I know that I don't feel anything for her but I'm not quite sure if she's aware of it. She knows that everything's just a publicity stunt but I think, sometimes, she thinks that everything's for real. Like when we're not out together, she would keep on calling me and ask me what I was doing or where I was. She would also want to go out on a lot of dates with me and believe me, the dates that she always plan are way too much for me and my wallet. Yeah, I could probably afford them but I don't just wanna waste my money on her. Meg was never like this. She was just a simple girl who doesn't want me spending my money on her or on our dates. She always said “it doesn't matter if we have our date in the middle of a street with nothing to eat, cause as long as I'm with you, everything's good.” She's also a bit clingy for a fake girlfriend. Okay, maybe too clingy for me.

Isn't it ironic that her name's pretty close to Meg's name? I mean, yeah, maybe it's destiny's way of making me feel more of a dimwit than I already am for leaving the girl that I have loved the most, and still love until now. Maybe it's fate's way of reminding me of all the good times that I had with her. The moments that were definitely my favorite and the best in my life. Maybe it's Him telling me that I should probably go look for her and apologize for all the wrong things that I did. But if I did find her and have the guts to face her, and apologize to her, will she forgive me? Will she take me back? The answer to those, I will never know unless I tried. Like they say, you won't know what you got until you lose it.

I decided if I should answer the call or not but I thought that she could wait, and my Peppy mocha is probably melting as of this moment, so I ignored her call and made my way towards the counter to claim my favorite drink. As I was walking, I saw a girl standing in front of the barista, probably asking for something. She's a bit familiar but I couldn't see her face because her back was facing me. When I came near her, she immediately looked down causing for her long hair to cover her face, and went the other way. I decided to shrug it off and got my drink.

“Here you go, bud.” Mike said.

“Thanks, man.” I said as he stamped on my receipt then I went back to my seat to find out that somebody had already taken it. It sucks going to Starbucks alone. I texted Riley and Toby to go here so I have company and Riley said he'll be here in about 10 minutes and Toby said he couldn't make it because he's doing school and Mom's watching him right now. Good luck, Tobes.

As I was searching the store for an empty seat, the familiar girl just happened to clear out her table and she was about to stand up when I walked to her. Still, her back was facing me so I really couldn't put a finger as to who she was. But she's awfully familiar to me because I get this feeling in the pit of my stomach that's pretty unexplainable. She has dark brown hair with blonde highlights and a petite body.