He opens the front door for me, after akwardly fumbling with his keys for a minute. "I know that it's kinda messy," he says. I walk in and almost nothing doesn't have a place. He thinks this is messy, he should see my bedroom. "Or, maybe I cleaned it?" He questions himself after he walks in. I turn and smile up at him, "Maybe you did." He shrugs and leads me to the living room.
"I'll be right back," he says after he sits me on the couch. It's like he thinks that I'm not too terrified to move. He comes back with a white sheet and tacks it to the wall in front of the couch. "Pick a movie," he points to a shelf. I turn around and the first thing I see catches my eye. I jump off the couch and run over to the shelf. "You have Love Actually?!" I almost scream as I turn to him. "Yeah," he says with a chuckle. "I pick that then!" I say, and he out-right laughs at me.
I smile at my fangirl-ish reaction. He stops laughing and continues setting up. I pull it off the shelf gently and peer down at the case. I have every line in this memorized, which means that I can't watch it home anymore. I continue to stare at the case as I climb over the back of the couch and sit down. I look up when I hear Connor walk out of the room again. I see him come back with a machine, which he lays on the floor and plugs in. When he turns it on stars cover the ceiling and I'm instantly engrossed. He quietly walks over and takes the movie from my hands.
He puts it in the projector and the previews come on the screen, well the sheet. He walks back into, what I'm assuming is, his bedroom. He comes back out with a thick fluffy blanket, just in time to start the movie. He lays the blanket over my waist and legs, and presses play before laying behind me. I smile at his awkward flirting. He wraps his strong arms around my tiny waist and pulls my body closer to his. A blush slowly creeps up my cheeks, and I cuddle up to him. He smiles down at me and kisses the top of my head. "I didn't know if you liked watching movies under the stars or not, so I brought the stars and the movie inside," he says.
"I like watching movies, it doesn't matter where it is," I say.
"This is the moment where I wish I hadn't started the movie yet," he laughs and I smile up at him. "Too late now," I joke. "Oh well. It's just as nice laying out here as it would be in my room, as long as I have you in my arms," he says. I look up at him with a dark pink blush staining my cheeks. He slowly leans down and the gap between us slowly closes. I push myself up to close off the last few inches. As our lips meet, I feel a spark. I want him. I want him more then I ever have watching his YouTube or reading the smutty Tumblr imagines. I want his lips on mine, and his hands on my body. I just want him.
His hands lay themselves on the center of my back, as he deepens the kiss. I run my fingers through his hair, his soft gorgeous hair. His hands slowly move down and rest on my lower back. He doesn't move any farther than that, I can tell that he doesn't want to make me uncomfortable. He nips at my bottom lip and I let his tounge in. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull myself as close to him as possible. Our tounges roam each other's mouths. It feels nice to have a boy touching me, without all the abuse and anger.
This might just be the start to a beautiful life.
