Conner wasn't sure if a week's time was enough to successfully make Bree blush.
But he would do whatever it took, to win the heart of his girl.
Conner is determined to make Bree blush by the end of seven days. Set at the end of the sixth book, so s...
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"Conner Bailey, will you go out with me?"
Conner gaped at Bree, a morph of surprise and delight on his face. It almost felt like a dream, because it was just so... so magical.
"Wait!" Conner yelped suddenly, shocking Bree. The poor girl looked confused, and a bit hurt.
"Yeah, I will go out with you Bree (a wave of relief washed over the girl's face), but..." Conner trailed off. Bree's worried expression instantly returned, unease in nervousness brown eyes. What does he want?
"Look, you just gave me a speech. I should say something to you too. You know, it's not fair if I don't have a confession scene of my own." Conner declared, his heart thumping with excitement. There was a determined glint in his bright eyes, and along with his blushing face, Bree found the whole thing very comical. She put a hand over her mouth, but she couldn't stifle her giggles.
"W-what?" Conner glanced at Bree, who failed to stop laughing. His face flushed red even more. "I-Bree, what's so funny?" he asked, mystified, yet mortified. Did he do something weird?
"Nothing." Bree managed to say through her giggles. "It's just, just sometimes you're too hilarious and cute for your own good."
Bree had thought Conner would say something serious, but it turned out to be a small matter. Only Conner could be so dramatic.
"Stop saying those things," Conner said, embarrassed but pleased by Bree's comments. "You're going to make me stammer throughout the whole thing."
"I won't mind." Bree smiled charmingly. Conner could see the cheeky look in her eyes, and couldn't stop the huge, mushy grin forming on his face. Damn, the girl was going to be the death of him.
Okay. He really needed to focus. Conner took a deep breath and ran a hand through his hair, before beginning to put his long-time feelings into words.
"So. Umm. Bree." His voice cracked, but Conner tried valiantly to ignore it. "You're the third coolest person I know- which is already high on my ranking!" he added swiftly as he saw Bree's eyebrows raise. "I mean, you're after my grandmom who slayed a dragon, and after my sister who's the Fairy Godmother!"
Bree found Conner's performance quite entertaining, not it the sense of making fun of him. From the way he talked and stuttered, Bree knew it were the real things Conner wanted to say. It was so raw, and even as he tried to smooth things over, some of his unique style remained. The style that Bree knew and loved.
"When I first saw you in school, I knew you were really pretty. You don't exactly look like one of those famous models with flawless skin, or I dunno, the girls they call "pretty" nowadays. But somehow I was drawn to you. You, with your beanie and bracelets and dyed bangs caught my attention. You're beautiful in your own way." Conner admitted bashfully, lowering his head a bit.
