god thats a lot of flowers

Sweet Sixteen y'all

Connor was sitting in the library, nose shoved in a book, reading it intently as time passed by during lunch period. Not eating was a small price to pay to do something he much rather would do- curled up in one of their beanbags in the corner with a book he picked out. Of course, lunch period isn't eternal.

He closed the book and got up to return it to the shelf where it belonged- He knew he was too irresponsible to actually check it out and give it back, when a familiar face peered through the bookcase, looking up at Connor with wide eyes.

"Evan?"

He jumped, shuffling to nod before realizing that the other probably couldn't see. "Y-Yeah, I'm, uh, here."

The taller boy walked over to the side Evan was on, squeezing the book between his arm and side to get another free hand. "You... ok?"

He nodded in response, a bit flustered. "Mhm. Just didn't think I'd see you here."

"Being in the hospital so much kinda just got me into books, I guess. Do you, uh, need help with anything?"

Evan hadn't actually needed anything. He was printing out a letter for Dr. Sherman when he spotted Connor and tried to investigate. "Uh, could you help me pick out a book... Or something?"

Connor stretched out his free, non-book holding arm, to grab a novel with a blue cover on it. He looked uncertain, pushing it back into its place and grabbing one on the side, but the same unsatisfactory look sat on his face. "You like trees, right?" He asked, choosing another book but messing up. They were so tightly placed together that it had brought out others with it, falling from the high shelf they were sitting on. Falling on Evan. And Connor.

"Shit," He breathed, going down to pick up the fallen foes, until he felt something bump his forehead. It was Evan's forehead. They had bumped heads. They both awkwardly sat in their crouched positions, staring into each others optics as Connor shuffled the books together and grabbed them, trying his hardest to reorganize them into the right order.

It was quiet. Like, painfully quiet.

"Hey do you want to skip or something?" Connor blurted out, not knowing what to say. That's so stupid. Evan would never skip. Or hang out with a loser like him.

"I... Uh, sure, I guess," Came the unexpected response.

That was how they got into Connor's car- Well, Zoe's- and drove down to get A La Mode again. For the second time. Was this also a date? Was the first one even considered a date?

"Uh, you, er, work at a tattoo salon... Do you have a tattoo?" Evan asked, attempting at a conversation. This was stupid. Not everyone who worked at a tattoo shop had a tattoo! That's like asking someone who worked at a flower shop if they had a garden. Evan doesn't even have a backyard that's good enough for gardening!

"Yeah," Woah. Badass.

"Wait, really? Your parents let you?"

"Nah, I just asked one of my co's and they said sure." The truth came out. He honestly did just ask an old worker, who quit recently because she moved out to live with her fiance, named Avery to give him a small tattoo. She agreed because she believed that "All good men deserve tattoos." Connor asked if he was qualified to be a 'Good Man'. She replied with "You're a fetus. A good fetus."

"...What is it?"

"It's lame, you wouldn't like it."

"I-I won't laugh or anything!" Evan swore, turning a little red because he's asking to see his body and 'oh my god are we going to bang after this???? We're not even together and I don't even know if I like him-'

"Sure, I guess." Connor shrugged, staring blankly at the road. "We can go to the orchard or something and I'll show you."

-

He did as he promised, at least. Pulling off his sweatshirt and tee and throwing it on the grass, he sat down, criss-cross-applesauce style shirtless. Shirtless. And really, really good looking.

Connor Murphy is hotter than the fucking sun.

He pointed to the upper side of his torso, just below his under arm to a pale patch of skin. There sat a small, cartoonish and simple kitten. It was cute. Adorable. 10/10, cleared Evan's acne for the next few days.

"It's..." He started, moving closer to get a better look. Did Connor Murphy shave his armpits? Really? Incredible. Fascinating. This pressured Evan to also shave his own under arms the next time he showered.

"Stupid, I know."

"No, I love it. This is my favourite thing ever." Evan looked up at Connor with dead serious eyes, determined to give the most satisfactory answer in the world.

"What? Why? It's just a weird cat thing."

"I'm in love with it- If it existed in real life I would adopt it."

"Please don't."