Suburbia|tronnor|

80%

*unedited

I wasn't mad at Connor. I saw the pain in his eye when he told me to go away. Or, at least I thought I did.

Still though. It hurt, what he said. I cried a lot since then. He's not the kind of guy to fuck and leave. I hope he's not.

Maybe I took advantage of him? That's probably why. He told me his dad was sick, he was vulnerable. And then I kissed him. But he kissed back.

I tried to think of what I did wrong. I tried to rationalize why he was so mad.

/*next day*/

"Mum I'm going down to the store!" I called from the doorway. I didn't wait for a response as I closed the door and ventured off.

I wasn't going to the store, I was going to the beach. I couldn't stand being in the house. My parents were talking about one of my uncles who had come out as gay. They were disgusted. It was mental torture being in there.

The beach always calmed me down, so I decided to take a breather there.

On my way down the street, I happened to see Connor.

He was walking next to a girl. I recognized her as Emily. She was well known, the preachers daughter. She was the role model kid for everyone in Perth, even for people who weren't religious.

I was excited, then I remembered that he 'never wanted to see me again.'

We made eye contact, then quickly turned to Emily with a smile. After I passed, he decided to be petty. He reached over and intertwined their fingers. I put two and two together. They were a 'thing'.

Connor really did want me out of his life.

\\

"Connor c'mere. There's someone I want you to meet." Peter called Connor over to a girl standing next to him. "This is Emily. She's going to help with your... homosexual tendencies."

\\

Dad? Dad wake up! Oh god please, wake up."

\\

"I'm sorry kid. There's nothing we can do."

\\

Cause of death was liver failure. It was bound to happen, Mr. Franta.