Press Play: A Connor Franta Story

Chapter Ten

I awoke with a pounding in my head, my eyes were so sore that I could barely open them. The reality flashed back into my mind, glancing to my phone and seeing multiple texts and calls from Connor. I couldn't shake the feeling of regret I had for letting Connor into that part of my life. I had never expected that telling him a story about my brother would lead to this. I forced myself out of bed and walked out into the living room. I was starled by a knock on the door, walking over the door, I couldn't help but think why can't people leave me alone! I pulled open the door without even thinking about how gross I looked. To surprise the sun was setting and no one was there. I looked down to find a small dish of vanilla frozen yogurt with cookie dough chunks, a white rose, and a letter. I was tempted to leave it all there knowing it had to have been from Connor but I reluctantly picked up the items anyway. Plopping down on the couch I took a huge bite of yogurt, staring at the perfectly handwritten "Zoey" on the envelope debating internally whether or not to read it or not. Taking another bite of cookie dough, I tore open the letter

"Zoey,

I stopped by to see you but Savannah warned me that it might not be the best timing. I want to just try to explain myself, first off, I'm sorry that I upset you I truly never intended for that to happen. I honestly went into this for you with only the thought of making you happy in mind. I hope that you can forgive me. Last night after you told me about the amusement park and your emotional attachment to it, I couldn't help but feel a need to make it right. I know that your family life back home wasn't the greatest but I tought that this would show you how much I truly do care for you. I really honestly think that we can raise enough to save the park. However if you want me to I can take down the video and the site and release a statement saying that the cause is taken care of. It's all up to you Z. Just please don't let this ruin what we have. I'm sorry.

Connor"

I felt the tears well up in the corners of my eyes. Part of me wanted to scream, part of me wanted to hide under the covers in my bed, and to my dismay part of me wanted to call Connor.