You're My Favorite Freak (Connor Murphy x reader)

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Connor was driving me home. His car is so nice. "Thanks for letting me hang around today Con. I had fun." He pulled inti my drive way. He hesitated before he asked "May I come inside?" I smiled and nodded. He followed me inside when my mother came over pissed. "Where the hell were you? You never even told me that you were gonna be home late!"

I shrugged and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. My mother snatched it from my hand and threw it back in. "You don't get anything until you tell me what the hell happened today!" I sighed and stood next Connor.

"This guy right Here happened! Mom, you remember Connor right?" My mother blinked a few times. "Connor? She walked up to him and hugged him. Connor just stood there uncomfortable just standing still. My mother let go and smiled at him. "Y/n, ask Connor the usual question for guests."

"Ughhhhhhhhh... Do you wanna stay for dinner Con?" He shrugged. "Sure." My mother looked at me and then her eyes went wide. She grabbed my shoulders and pulled me closer. "Y/n... You're high... I thought you were getting better... What happened?" I felt a tear roll down my cheek. I pushed her hands away and ran upstairs.

I heard footsteps behind me, and then my door opened. "It's me... Connor... Can I come in." I smiled at him and patted my bed sheet next to me. "Sorry for my room being messy... I don't like cleaning." Connor shrugged and sat next to me. "Are you depressed Y/n?" I looked at him and then spread out on my bed next to him.

"I have a shit ton of problems Con... Like a lot." He laughed and snorted a bit. "Same here... I'll show you my self harm scars... I want to get it off my chest." He took off his hoodie and threw it to the side. He turned his arm over to show a shit ton of scars. Some old, some new. I ran my hand over them and then took off my shirt.

Connor stared in horror. "I cut my stomach because I don't show it a lot... And my mother has no idea that they are there..." He laughed. "You didn't have to take off your shirt, you could have just lifted it up a bit."

We laughed for a while. "Hey Connor... Why did you start cutting?" He sighed and looked at his arms saying "My family fucking sucks, I have anger issues, drug addiction, and so on." I scratched my bare stomach and sighed.

"Well Con, I started because my life is just a huge shit hole. Since I'm popular, people think that I'm a whore, who has sex on a weekly bases and that I lost my virginity at 13. People also think that I'm flawless and rich. News flash: I'm not! My father works in a whole different state, I barely ever see my own mother, and my brother is kinda like a son to me since I am the only one who takes care of him."

Derek walked into my room and climbed onto my bed. He lied down next to me and fell asleep. Connor yawned. "Let's take a nap y/n." I smiled and brushed the hair out of his face.

"Whatever you want Con."