Cethany Fanfiction: What About Us?

Arriving in Minnesota. {24}

Bethany's POV:

"Robert." Connor says.

Is my dream coming true? Hell no. It can't be. Can it? This is all a dream again and I'll wake up anytime now.

Come on Bethany, wake up. I know this is a dream. Nope, I'm still here. Shit. I know it's real when I reach over and squeeze Connor's real hand.

"Well, well, well. Look who it is." Robert says with a grin painted on his sly face.

"Get the hell away. What do you want and what could you possibly be doing on the same plane as us?" Connor bursts.

"Well, I'm on this plane first off, because I'm going to visit my mother in Minnesota. Second, I came to see wait you wanted because you said my name and apparently, I have a gun!" Robert chuckles and looks me in the eye, burning my soul.

"You probably have one hidden away in that big ass coat of yours waiting to kill me!" I shout at him.

"You wish!" Robert yells, "Then you would finally be out of the hands of this asshole!" Robert puts his hands out to gesture that he was talking about Connor.

"I would never want to get away from him, so shut the hell up and-" I'm cut off by a flight attendant telling Robert to please take his seat because we would be landing soon.

"Watch your backs." Robert mutters under his breath before walking away and sitting down in his seat at the back of the plane.

I look at Connor to see he's already looking at me, and it seems as if he's studying my face. He had worried eyes and his lips are parted.

"Bethany, it's all my fault. I brought you into this mess by sleeping with his sister. I never should have made you come with me. This is going to be a disaster with him knowing we're in the same state. Fuck." Connor says to me. I stare at him before I respond.

"Connor it's not your fault. I chose to come on this trip with you. Everything is going to be okay. I promise you." I try to smile, but it's hard. I honestly don't know what's going to happen to me or Connor. All I know, is neither of us are leaving each other. That's a fact.

Once we got off of the plane, we quickly called our rental, and drove to Connor's parents house. His two brothers and sister were already there, so I got to meet them also. They're pretty nice. They all like to make some weird noises, so they reminded me of Connor a lot.

I haven't met his parents yet. They aren't home yet. Still at work.

"Connor, the boys and I are headed to Starbucks! You want anything? Bethany?" Connor's sister said. Shit, what's her name again? I'm terrible at this whole name remembering thing.

"Yes please! A carmel macchiato for me, and a, cotton candy frappe for Bethany!" Connor says, smirking at me that he remembered my favorite Starbucks drink.

Connor walks up towards me and whispers in my ear, "I guess that leaves just you and me."

I feel his hands around my thighs, and suddenly I'm straddling his waist while he carries me into his parents bedroom. His parents bedroom. Shit.

He drops me on the bed gently. I look up to him and say, "Connor, we can't. Not in your parents house." I know how badly I actually want him, but I know we can't just go all out and have sex on his parents bed. This is wrong. Wrong on so many levels.

"Oh sweet Bethany, you know how much you want me. It'll be okay." Connor tells me, smirking.

I don't even care anymore. I lean down and crash my lips to his. His hands rise up to my chest, and my shirt is off within seconds and laying on the floor along with Connor's.