I Promise (A Connor McDonough Fan Fiction)

XIX

A week after that memorable dinner with the McDonough's -- also with Braiden, Thomas and the other girl which name shouldn't be mentioned, I was awaken by the sunlight seeping through my window blinds and my roommate pulling my blankets off of me.

"Time to wake up, babe." Ashley said. Remember her? My seatmate/best friend during senior year? The one who freaked out when she found out that I knew the McDonough Brothers? Yup, she's my roommate now. We are sharing an average-sized condo unit near the hospital because obviously, I'm a resident doctor there and she's also working there as a physical therapist. Great, right?

During the four years that I was back in California, she was my only friend here in Florida that managed to keep up with me. Maybe because her difference with the other boys was that she wasn't that busy with her studies unlike how busy the boys were with their career. She also visited me in California a few times when her Mom went there to check on their business and she didn't have school.

"Come on, get up! My duty in the hospital starts in half an hour and yours will be in 2 hours! Get ready!" she said, jumping up and down my bed like how she always does when she wakes me up.

"Okay, okay. I'm up." I said. I'm thankful for Ashley being my roommate because she's like my alarm clock. She always wakes me up in the morning because she's a morning person and obviously, I'm not.

Ashley got off of my bed then left my bedroom after saying, "Oh, and you have a visitor." Who could possibly be visiting me this early? It's like 6am. "I'm leaving!! See you later!" she yelled from our front door.

I stood up from my bed and went to my mirror. I fixed myself to be as presentable as I can get in the morning. I was still wearing my pajamas and my fluffy bunny slippers. What? Don't judge. I walked into my bathroom and brushed my teeth to get rid of my morning breath and then I placed my hair in a messy bun. Well, this is the most presentable look I can work on right now. Whoever my visitor is, can suck up how I look.

I walked out to our living room and there I saw a fidgety Patrick sitting on our couch. He was playing his hands and his eyes were roaming around the room.

"Patrick?" I called.

"Meg. Oh thank god you're here." He said quickly as he stood up then he made his way to me. "I have to tell you something."

This is not good. Usually when people start a conversation like this, it's not always good. It's either he'll say that he's breaking up with me, or he'll say he's gay. I hope it's none of the two. "Okay, why don't we take a seat and you tell me?" He nodded then I guided him back to the couch and we sat next to each other. "So what's up?"

"Okay, I don't know a better way to say this so I'm just gonna say it straight out." He babbled. I was giving him a facial expression as if asking him to go on then he blurted out, "I'm breaking up with you because I'm gay."

Well, it looks like it's both of my guesses. Wait, what? He's gay?! I'm dating a gay person! I mean, I have nothing against them. I love gay people but only up until the degree of just, like, a friend but to think that I'm in a relationship with a gay dude. I think I'm gonna faint, somebody catch me.