#Conessa- A Connor Franta Fanfiction

Chapter 13

•Vanessa's POV•

I felt bad for leaving Cameron without an explanation but I had to go. Connor's mom had texted me that Connor got in a car accident. A very bad one too. I didn't have time to react. I just knew I had to see Connor. Now.

•Connor's POV•
I was trying to process what happened. I just kissed Vanessa. And it felt great. I knew she's dating Cameron but I couldn't help it. Her brown eyes were looking right through my soul. I can't believe she kissed back. I wonder if she liked it. Did she hate me? She said she wasn't mad. Maybe she said that so it wasn't awkward? I don't thin-

•Vanessa's POV•

As I literally ran to the hospital I saw Mama Franta crying. I'm so close to Connor that I even call his mom Mama Franta.

"Oh my gosh. What happened?!" I asked frantically.

"C-Connor was just driving peacefully when a drunk driver sped into his lane at 90 mph and before he could react, he was hit. The drunk driver died since he flew out of the car cause he wasn't wearing a seatbelt. And for Connor," she said sighing, "we don't know what's going on. The doctor won't let us see him."

"Oh well. We'll see about that!" I said. I had my ways with people.

"Hi. What can I do for you?" The lady at the front desk asked.

"Um. I would like to see my bestest friend, Connor Franta," I said.

"Oh I'm sorry miss. You can't go into Mr. Franta's room right now. Sorry," she said. She sounded so fake.

"Look lady! I'm going to see the love of my life right now! Whether you like it or not! Do I make myself clear?!" I said very loudly. Maybe I shouldn't have mentioned he's the love of my life?

"Y-yes. His room number is 220. Come right in. But only you. He cannot be crowded," the lady said. I told you I have my ways with people.

"Thank you. Have a nice day!" I saw and went to Mama Franta.

"Mama Franta, I got them to let me see him cause of my... you know... attitude. I can only come alone though cause he cannot be crowded," I said.

"That's okay, dear. Just make sure my little Connor is okay," she said. If you can even call a 5 foot eight, 18-year-old guy 'little'. As I walked in I couldn't believe what I saw. There lied a Connor Franta, looking so pale and lifeless. No. This couldn't be happening. A lump formed in my throat and tears ran down my cheeks. I'm crying? No, that can't be. I never cry. I then ran to Connor and hugged him lightly, of course, to not hurt him. After about 10 minutes of me crying and figuring out why I'm crying, I saw Connor move a little. I felt him grip my hand since I've been holding it this whole time. He then opened his eyes.

"Vanessa?" He asked in a whisper. Not that he was trying to whisper.

"Connor! You're awake! I'll go get the nurse," I said full of joy as I hugged him and kissed him on the cheek. I went to walk away but he gripped onto my hand.

"Wait. What happened? And why are you crying? You never cry. Last time I saw you cry was a very long time ago," he said.

"I don't know," I began, "I just care about you so much and I thought you were gone. Forever. And I couldn't deal with all these emotions and I just cried. I'm sorry Connor. I'm sorry for being so weak," I finished while looking at the ground.

"Vanessa, you're not weak. You're the most amazing person I've ever met and.." I nodded for him to continue. "And I just wanted to say... I love you," he finished.