The Date: Connor Franta

17: Corny Letters

I think I should start off by saying that I'm a douchebag. I felt so much guilt when I saw tears from you. I never meant to hurt you. I guess words just come out when I'm mad. I don't know why I'm all of a sudden writing you a letter. It's stupid. I just think that I've had one hell of two months and you were the one who made it super eventful and crazy. I'm sorry Anna, I hope you can forgive me.

- Connor Franta

So does he have a date or what? I'm confused as shit and I have no idea what I should do.

Let it be An. Let it be. You're doing fine without him.

No, go back and accept his apology. You had the guts to face him and argue with him. Get the guts to go up to him and become friends with him.

No. I can not become friends with him after what the hell happened.

Bur you're an adult Anna. You're mature. Forget the past.

Fuck it. If I'm going to look like an idiot and argue with myself, might as well not do a thing at all.

But that means I'm taking the 'forget him' side making me feel like a whore.

I didn't know what to do, so I called Andrea.

"Andrea what the fuck is going on." I said.

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"Does Connor have a date or no? I have a letter in my room that's fucking corny signed by Connor."

"Yes, she's here right now. Are you okay?" She asked, sounding completely confused as I felt somewhat retarded.

"Stop playing shit games with me Andrea! Why would Connor apologize to me when he has a new date?!" I partially yelled.

"Because he's-" She realizes her loud tone. "Because he moved on. I'm pretty sure he doesn't want to keep on waiting for you to answer, or keep on arguing with you. Why can't you just talk to him as adults and discuss this?" She whispers.

"Because I know it's going to lead into another argument. I can't face him after what happened that night. I broke down right in front of him."

"That was before. It's in the past."

"But- nevermind. I'm not going to stress over this. Have fun with your triple date or something." I sighed and hung up.

What have I gotten myself into? Why do I suddenly care about him? Was he trying to make me jealous? Because it's obviously working.

I swear I forgot about him. It's just something that always made me remember him.

It's crazy how something so little can change your life so much. I never thought dating Connor would make him stick around in my life, especially how I fucked up around him. I think I should be the one to apologize.

But then again, he was the one that made me break down on him. And I never cry in front of guys. Never.

connor's pov

Andrea's call left me with curiousity and I wondered who the fuck she was talking to. She was whispering as if it was something dealing with either one of us.

I checked my phone multiple times to see if Anna would call me, or text me. She hasn't.

I tried to leave my phone in my pocket until this stupid double date was over. Being completely honest, I would leave this dinner, use Kian's car and drive all the way to Anna just to hang out with her. But then again, we're not on speaking terms. Nor on friend-terms if that's a thing.

I was interrupted from my thoughts as my 'date' snapped me back to reality.

"You okay?" She asked.

"Yeah." I nodded confidently.

"Let's go, it's getting pretty dark out, and Kian sucks at driving when it's dark." Andrea said.

"No I do not." He said. They playfully fought with each other the whole walk to the car.

Once I arrived home after dropping Andrea and my 'date' home, I found myself in my room, debating if I should call Anna. Since she hasn't, why not?

I dialed her number and pressed the phone to my ear.

anna's pov

I was in the living room, multi tasking from watching tv and typing up an essay. Looking back up to the tv, I felt my phone vibrate. 'Connor' popped up and I huffed. This would be the only chance of me getting to talk to him. So I picked up.

"Hello?"

"Oh, you actually picked up." He said on the other line, hearing joy in his voice.

"Yeah," I sighed. "What's up?"

"Did- you read my letter?" He asked.

"Uhm, yeah." I felt my palms become sweaty.

"If you're confused, my date wasn't really my date." He said.

"What?" I knew it. He did it to make me jealous. That little shit.

"My date was Jc." He chuckled.