Him and Him - A Connor Franta Fanfiction

Chapter Six

Him and Him – Chapter Six

Connor's POV

"You haven't even chosen a date yet?!" Trevor asked, in pure shock. I shook my head, looking down at my phone, which had my calendar pulled up. "He told the caterer and the florist that he'd call back with the wedding date and when we needed everything." Jack said, rubbing my inner thigh as I scrolled through my calendar, attempting to pick a date that really stood out to me. "Maybe I can help?" Sam asked. "Sure." Jack said with a smile, my eyes not leaving my phone. Sam spit out ideas at us, one after another, each getting turned down by Jack.

"How about August first?" Kian said and both our faces lit up. "August first." I repeated. Jack nodded his head in agreement. "August first!" I yelled confidently. I jumped up from where I was sitting and ran out the front door to call the florist and caterer. I was beyond excited about this, only three months away.

~The day before the wedding~

Jack's POV

I kissed Connor goodbye, I wasn't going to see him again until the wedding. I was staying at my best friend Marcus's house for the night, and he had something utterly mischievous planned for tonight. I sigh as I get into Marcus's car, and he begins to drive in the opposite way of downtown. "Where are we going?" I ask as he silently drives, scaring me a little. "To have fun, brotha!" Marcus said and I sigh again.

The next thing I know, I'm at a strip club. "I hate to break it to you, but I'm not having fun." I say as I sip my martini. "Why not?!" Marcus asks as he pays for another lap dance. I sigh, placing my hand on my forehead. "Because I'm gay." I say as a half-naked girl winks at me as she dances around a pole. I shake my head at her and she frowns, immediately getting the hint that I'm simply not interested. "But this is so great!" Marcus says as his lap dance finishes. "Not for a gay man." I say, shaking my head in shame. "Even if you took me to a male strip club, I wouldn't have fun. I'm in love with someone, which means no one else gets me going like he does. Especially not women." I said as I got up from my chair and walked out of the club, wondering if Connor was having a better time than I was.

Connor's POV

"Guys, no." I said as Kian, Jc, and Sam push me out the front door of a hotel room we rented. "Why not?" Sam asks as he locks the door behind us. "Because I don't need to go out to have fun." I said as I reluctantly walked to the elevator. "Don't worry, you're going to have fun. Tons of it." Kian said and winked at Jc, who then exchanged a look with Sam, who then winked at Kian. "This sounds like a baaaaaaaad idea." I say as I shake my head. "It is not a bad idea, Connor, we wouldn't do you wrong." Jc said with a creepy smile. I sigh as the elevator reaches the lobby and we proceed to exit the hotel.

Before I knew it, we were in front of an old brick building. "What's this?" I ask. "A building." Jc said as he rolled his eyes and called someone. "We're here, man." He said and then abruptly hung up. He slung his backpack over his shoulder and some guy let us in. "Thanks, dude." Kian says as we walk into the building. I look around to see nothing but graffiti covered walls and tarps on the floor. "What are we doing?" I asked, confused as fuck. "We're going to spray paint some shit." Jc said as he took out different colored spray paints from his backpack. "Paint what? The walls are covered!" I said. The guy who let us in pointed to the ceiling. "The ceiling?" I ask, shocked. Jc chuckles. "No, the second floor." He says as he grabs my arm and drags me up the stairs.

"Woah." I said as I took a can of metallic purple spray paint from Jc's bag. I did a three sixty, noticing these walls were painted black, and smiled at the sight of the clean canvas. I shake the can before pressing down on the nozzle, allowing a steady stream of metallic purple paint erupt from it. "Whatcha gonna paint?" Jc asks as we each take a separate wall. I begin with just making random lines with the purple before taking the silver paint and writing words. "You'll see." I say softly as I focus on my work. I turn around to see what the other guys are painting, and they all look so diverse. Jc's painting a huge smiley face, Kian's doing some abstract art, and Sam's painting his name in giant bubble letters. I smile as I continue to paint my design, hoping and praying that I don't fuck up.

As I paint, I wonder if Jackson is having as good of a time as I am.

Jack's POV

"Ugh, Marcus!" I whine as he takes me into a bar. "I don't want to go out drinking. I want to just relax, chill with my best friend, maybe have a couple beers or something. I don't want to go bar hopping, pay seven dollars for a decent beer, or watch you shamelessly hit on girls." I say with an upset look on my face. Marcus obviously noticed my look, because he immediately canceled his drink order and we walked out of the bar. I sighed with relief as we got in the car. We stopped at a liquor store on the way home, grabbing a twelve pack of beer before heading back to his place. We played Call of Duty as we drank our beers. "This is the kind of night I was talking about." I said as Marcus smiled at me. "I know, bro. Sorry about earlier." He said as he played. "No problem, man." I say, ending the conversation and focusing on the TV screen.

My night had changed for the better, and I knew Connor was having a good time by all the posts on social media. I smiled to myself, knowing that I was going to be married to that fool in less than twenty-four hours.