Not Normally (our 2nd life Fanfic)

Chapter 6

      Kian looked up at me like I was on fire. I smiled at him. "But, what about-" Connor ran to his car, hopped into the front seat, and sped away, leaving tread marks on the asphalt. I kind of felt bad... but why? He was lucky I stayed. And I thought he was going to ask me out. My mistake. Even if he does, I'm planning on rejecting him. I don't want to, with all my heart I want to say yes, but my brain keeps reminding me about what just happened 5 minutes ago.

      Kian looked at me hopelessly, and shook his head. Tori did the same. But there was something in her eye that said "I'm sorry." I felt so bad. I hopped into my car and sped off with Tori in the front seat next to me and Kian in the backseat with his vlogging camera. I could just barely hear him. Everything sounded muffled. Like a faint buzzing, ringing, almost. Every car in front of me blurred. Next thing I know, Tori's shaking my arm telling me to go. Green light. All my senses are back, along with all the cars behind me honking at me to go. I almost gave them the finger, then remembered it was my fault. As Kian ended his vlog with "I love you all, and I will see you next time! *mchwa* *sshhhw*" I didn't hear anything until I got back to Trevor's.

      I saw Connor's car in the driveway of Trevor's house. I parked next to him as I turned just in time to see a corner of his face in the window, followed by rattling blinds. I was glad Tori and Kian didn't see. I opened the door pretty quickly to try to catch another glimpse of him. His sock slipped down the basement stairway and a slam of the door. I decided not to follow him. I went upstairs, instead. I needed to have a little talk with Kian. But he plopped down in a beanbag chair in the corner on his phone while I chatted with Tori, first. I decided I was to be Dr. Phil for a bit.

      "Tori, please don't interrupt. I just want to ask you something," I told her. She interrupted. "Look, if this is about me and Connor, I swear. Noth-" "No, I just want to know about the little fight between you and Trevor that Connor told me about." At that moment, Kian's head shot straight up, as Tori's ducked down in shame. "Well, Trevor had asked me out. I didn't know him for more than 2 days, so I thought he might be using me somehow. And I was just a little jealous of you and Connor, And you know I've never had a boyfriend before, so I'm kinda new at this." I nearly jumped out of my skin when Kian rushed over and gave her a kiss on the cheek, along with a hug. "Tori, Trevor would never use you for anything," he told her. "I've known him forever, and I know he would never do anything like that. Apologize to him and trust him. I swear he'll be good to you." I was tearing up. Kian must have heard my dainty (ok, not so dainty) sobs, because he looked over, smirked at me with a little giggle, and kissed my forehead. I smiled. "Now, Kian, for our little talk," I told him, "Tell me what was on your mind when I kissed you." He hesitated, then answered, "Well, at first I was in shock. but after a moment, I realized what you did. I knew you saw Connor and Tori in there, and I knew you were trying to get back at him. I was disappointed in you, Reagan." I fought back. "I'm really sorry, too. I let my anger get the best of me and I just-" Kian put his finger to my lips, cutting me off. "It's not me you have to apologize to, though." He stared at me with wide eyes and nodded at the door. Connor.

      I opened and slammed the door as quickly, but quietly, as I could behind me and ran down two flights of stairs to the basement. I heard Connor crying in the laundry room. I couldn't help but feel the need to cry, too. And I did. And Connor heard me. And he immediately went mute. I still knew where he was. I knocked on the door. "Connor's not here right now, leave a message after the beep. *Beep*." I could tell it was a struggle to get those words out. It's hard when you're crying. But I opened the door anyways to see Connor lying on the floor under a blanket waiting to be washed. "Awe, poor thing," I said bending down on my knees to get down to his height. "I thought I meant something to you. I thought no matter what happened-" I cut him off. "I know. So did I. And I'm really sorry. I let my jealousy get the best of me and I kinda, went nuts, I guess. I know I was wrong and I'm so sorry." By this point I was tearing up. I couldn't talk right, my lip quivered, my hands shook in fear of what he would say next. But I didn't need to. He didn't say anything. He reached up and hugged me as we both started crying. "I'm sorry," Connor said. "For what?" I asked. "Everything that happened today. Everything I did was wrong and I wish I could redo it all." I looked at him, my arms around his neck, wide and teary eyed. "I don't want to start this day over again. Because then this moment would end. And why would I want that?" Connor looked at me one last time, managed a faint smirk, and kissed me directly on the lips. My eyes were wide. I pulled away, quietly gigging. "What?" he asked. "You're not my boyfriend," I replied. He rolled his eyes and smirked again. "Reagan, would you like to be my girlfriend?" "Yes," I said as I pulled him into a little make out session in Trevor's laundry room.

      After 3 minutes had past, we were interrupted by Jc barging in on us. He said he didn't know we were back there, but I could tell he did. He sat down and pulled out his phone. He dialed some digits, then he held out the phone so Connor and I could see what he did. *67 and then a phone number. He put it on speaker and mouthed 'Jenn (jennxpenn)' at us. Yay! When she answered, she said "Hello? Who is this?" I answered since she didn't know who I was. Except I did so in a Japanese accent. "Heddo! Wewcome to da Smiling Dwagon! Dis is Mistuw Chung Wa, how can I help you?" Connor mouthed "Dang!" at me. "What?" She answered. "Dis is Mistuw Chung Wa, youw moduw called owdoring an egg woll, do you still want it delivuwed to youw house?" "I guess so..." she answered. I hung up and both Connor and Jc leaned back and yelled "Dayum!" I looked up innocently.

      We sat and talked for a bit, and 15 minutes later, I told Jc to call again. "Wewcome to da Smiwing Dwagon! Dis is Mistuw Chung Wa, how can I help you?" "You called me," she defended. "Well, we're sowwy youw egg woll did not make it." "Well, where is it?" "Its in Mistuw Chung Wa's tummy." "What? Who is this?" "Hey, Jenn, its me, Jc," " And Connor!" "And Mistuw Chung Wa! No, hey, Jenn, you probably don't know me, but I'm Reagan." We all re-introduced ourselves. "Oh, you're Reagan!" She said. "Connor's told me a lot about you. He says you're pretty cute." Connor looked away. As if she read his mind, she asked,"Oh, wait. Was I not supposed to say that, Connor? Sorry!" "Oh, no, Jenn. its ok," he told her. I wish my relationship with Connor was as good as their friendship with Jenn.