Sam's Best Friend (Connor Franta Fanfic)

Chapter 14- God Damnit Brandon

I woke up sweating. Connor's face was buried in my stomach and his arms were wrapped tightly around my waist.

He mumbled softly when I pealed his arms from around me and I moved the blanket off my sweating body. Outside the bed was a completely different temperature. I guess our combined body heat plus the huge comforter was more than enough to keep me warm overnight.

Grabbing my phone from Connor's red beanbag, I opened the door and stepped out in the hallway. When I looked up, my eyes met Brandon's as he stood in the doorway of his bedroom, directly across the hall. I watched his face as he slowly deducted that I had slept with Connor.

Fucking wonderful.

While trying to hide my face that was surely a deeper shade of red than Connor's room, I shuffled quickly out to the sitting area and into the safety of Nicola's room.

Taking a few deep breaths, I leaned my head against the cool door and grimaced as I remembered Brandon's face when he saw me walk out that room. A sweaty me running out of Connor's room at 10 am sure didn't paint a pretty picture in Brandon's mind. It wasn't hard for him to connect the dots and probably jump to some bad conclusions. It's not like Connor and I did anything besides literally sleep together, but Brandon wouldn't know that much.

I just hope he doesn't say anything about it...

Not wanting to encounter Brandon again, I gathered my clothes I planned to wear today and peeked out of Nicola's room to check if the coast was clear. Quickly, I padded across the sitting room and into the bathroom at the end of the hall.

It seemed weird to take a shower in here, but my hair was getting nasty and I really needed to. I wished there was a lock on the door. Hopefully, the boys would know not to come in when they heard the shower running.

After quickly stripping, I grabbed my shampoo and conditioner and jumped into the warm shower. Not even 15 minutes had gone by before there was a quiet knock on the door. I groaned.

"Yeah?" I called over the water.

"It's Connor. Can I pee quick?"

"Okay," I rolled my eyes and squirted a handful of conditioner into my hand and began to rub it into my scalp. The door opened and closed.

"Hi." I heard Connor say awkwardly. I giggled.

"Hi. I hope you don't mind that I'm showering in here..."

"Nah, it's fine."

"Did I wake you up?" I asked. I'd rather talk than listen to Connor pissing.

"Yeah. I got cold when you left." I smiled as he flushed the toilet.

"Sorry." I said, raking my hands through my scalp.

"It's okay." he laughed softly. Why wasn't he leaving now?

"I'm, uh, done in here. Are gonna leave?" I called to him.

"Sure, I'll throw you a towel." Connor said. I shut off the water and caught a fluffy white towel that he threw over the shower. After wiping my face off, I wrapped it tightly around my body and waited to hear the door, signaling that Connor had left.

"Connor?"

"Yeah?"

"Leave!"

He laughed loudly before surrendering. "Okay, okay. Sorry." I heard the door click behind him.

Slowly, I pulled back the shower curtain and stepped out. My hair was mostly dry after about 15 minutes of blow drying and I pulled it into a bun on top of my head, leaving a few strands down to shape my face. I wiped off my makeup from last night, washed my face and applied fresh mascara and eyeliner. Then, I changed into a gray St. John's hoodie and a dark pair of jeans. We'd be driving most of the day so I wanted to stay comfortable.