Carry On: The Movie

Seems i'm Never Letting Go

Connor reached as high as he could. It still wasn't high enough. Another minute of useless reaching and he would go get a chair. Damn his stupid genetics.
"Need help?" Nicola asked, walking into the kitchen.
"Oh right," Connor joked and let his arm fall to his side, "like you could reach it."
"No," she said. "But I can do this." Nicola sidestepped Connor and climbed up onto the countertop in one swift motion. She grabbed the cord and tossed it to Connor before hopping down.
"Why didn't I think of that?" Connor threw his hands up in exasperation. Nicola giggled at Conner's frustration.
"So, have you seen him lately?" she poked around
Conner sighed. He wasn't sad he just... couldn't focus without thinking about him. "No. I haven't even watched his most recent video. I should do that after I'm done here," he stated flatly. Nicola looked at him and looked away quickly fidgeting with her bracelet. Conner went over and grabbed her hands.
"What is it?" he asked "What?"
"What do you mean?" she asked, shaking her head ever so slightly and looking, innocently, into his eyes.
"What are you hiding? I can always tell when you're hiding something Cols," he said, staring her down.
She gently hugged him. "Please don't watch Troye's new video. Please," she begged him her eyes pleading. It kind of scared Conner when his older sister did that. He nodded and sucked in his breath. He hated lying to her. She hugged him once more and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Hey I've got to go to the bookstore. Apparently Carry On just arrived!" she said in a sing-song voice, before grabbing her keys and walking out of the house.
Connor sat down with his laptop and began editing.
Tomorrow must be the most Frantastic monday ever! he thought to himself, hoping his fans couldn't tell how bummed he was about not being with the boy of his dreams. He couldn't take it any longer. He had a good 15 minutes to watch this video and prepare himself. He grabbed his phone and clicked on Troye's new video, "Boyfriend Tag (for real) || ft. Ezra Miller". Connor sighed, his eyes swelling with tears.
When he was finished he had cried. A lot. Like a baby. He pulled himself together and composed a tweet, indirectly pointing it at Troye. He made it so that only Troye would understand. "Nothing we had was real. You took my heart and gave it to Basil. Hope you guys are happy! Frantastic Monday tomorrow!!" He put a heart emoji and turned his phone off knowing Troye would try to explain. Knowing fans would look up the saying to see if it was a song and figure everything out. Connor arose from the couch and grabbed his keys. He quickly wrote a note, "I don't know quite yet where i am going, but i'll be back before dinner. phone is off so call mom or Jack if you need anything." With that, Connor got in his car and drove. He felt kind of bad about pushing his sister on his mom and her boyfriend, Jack, but he wanted time to think. He turned onto a gravel road at which a couple large buildings. One said "Stage 2" and the other said "Stage 4". Connor, still in a daze, didn't realize where he was at first. It was as if fate had brought him to this place. He swiftly grabbed the keys from the ignition and walked into the building marked "Stage 6". Before he knew what was happening he heard a women shout cut and yell at him.
"Franta! Hey, Connor. Come to see how everything is going?" Startled, Connor looked at Kat. She was the makeup artist for Carry On: The Movie. What was he doing here?