six boys, one channel

Paisyns POV

"Connor Franta, do you take Paisyn Landers as your wife, to have and to hold for as long as you may live?"

"I do." Connor said smile like a weirdo.

"and do you, Paisyn Landers take Connor Franta as your husband, to have and to hold for as long as you shall live?"

"I do" I said grinning back at Connor.

"you may kiss the bride!" the pastor said melting away.

what?

Connor started to lean in.

no. noooooo... this can't happen!

"PAISYN!" Kian yelled, hovering over me, hands on my shoulders.

he looked worried, worried for me.

I sat up quickly, taking in my surroundings. I'm in my bed. omg, okay. phew. I'm sweating my ass off.

"mind me asking what the fuck that was?" kian whispered looking up at me from his position on the edge of the bed.

"what was what?" I asked looking up, very confused.

"all that! I heard you screaming, when I walked in you were all wrapped up in your sheets and thrashing around, sweating like a dog. and you were screaming Connors name too..." he tailed off looking hurt.

"oh." I stated flatly.

"what were you dreaming of?" he asked looking down at his hands in his lap.

"oh... listen I need to talk to you." I said slowly.

"okay." he said still not looking at me.

"I've been seeing Connor in my future a lot lately." I said, Kian's eyes shooting up at me.

"like I've been daydreaming a lot, that's why I dropped that plate yesterday. you knocked me out of it and it's literally scared me to see Connor in your place... after what he's done." I said.

"what?" he snapped.

I really don't want to start something with him we just recovered from another fight like yesterday! but the truth hurts, right?

"and in the dream I saw us getting married." I said looking away from him as best I could.

"really?" kian said looking up at me, perking up. obviously thinking I meant me and him.

"me and Connor" I choked out fighting back tears, no. I'm not crying.

"REALLY PAISYN?" Kian snapped, I knew this was coming.

Kian stood up from his place on the edge of the bed, he gave me this horrified look as if I was some kind of monster under the bed.

"Kian I-" I said standing up and reaching out for him.

"no." he said backing away, tears rolling down his face.

no.

no.

no.

that's all that was going through my head. I CANT loose him, he's everything.

Kian turned around and stormed down the stairs.

dammit.

'dammit is right' my sub consciousness said to me.

fuck you, just fuck you sub consciousness.

and fuck you too kian.

I ran over to my closest and threw my hoodie allen tank top on, short jean shorts, and threw on some navy chevron vans. I packed up my KAVU bag, grabbed my jake miller sweatshirt and headed down stairs.

Kian was sitting on the couch not even looking up at me.

I grabbed my sunglasses, slid them on. snatched up my penny board from it's place right next to Kian's and opened the door.

"where are you going?" he asked still not looking at me.

"why do you care?" I said said turning my gaze to the ground but turning it towards kian a little.

"I'm your boy-" he said cutting himself off.

"exactly." I stated and slammed the door behind me.

I kicked off on my penny board and did the only thing I could think of.

call Connor.

"hello?" I heard Connor's voice on the other end.

"hey." I sniffled.

"paisyn?!" Connor exclaimed through the phone, clearly astounded that I was calling him.

"yah, it's me." I choked out.

"what's wrong?" he said worried, that's one thing about Connor he's one of the most caring people I know.

"I'll tell you when I get there." I said.

"what?" he asked, smiling. I could tell.

"Texas, I'm coming to Texas."