I'll Be~ Connor Franta~

Kisses...

    Kian pulled back the curtains and opened the blinds, letting the sun cascade into the room. I gripped the top of my comforter and pulled it over my face, putting me back into the darkness. Just how I wanted it. 

"Get. Up." Kian said emphatically. 

"Make. Me." I mocked him, turning on my side. I could hear his feet on the floor as he got closer to me and yanked off the comforter. I groaned loudly, sitting up in defeat. 

"Jc, it's been almost a week. You can't stay in here forever."

I just sighed loudly in response. "Are you sick?" he says, touching my forhead witht the back of his hand. 

I shake my head, slightly. He stomps his foot, "If you're not fucking sick then you're depressed and I sick of it. Get out and do something, Jc!"

"Like what Kian!?" I can tell by the way he stepped back when I yelled that he didn't expect me to say anything, "Connor was my fucking life and now that he's gone..."My voice got softer, "I don't wanna move."

"Stop being so fucking dramatic." He whispered, trying to sound friendly. 

"That's still harsh when you put it that way."

"Alright. Just so you know it's three in the afternoon. And yes you slept that long. I'm gonna make me a hen, OK?" Right when he shut the door as he left, I grabbed a pillow and gently sat it on my face. 

I lay in my bed in a daze ,after showering about an hour ago. When I got up to throw something on, the first thing in my drawer is Connor's sweatpants. Underneath that is his shirt and another pair of his sweats. I groan as I find something other than his stuff to wear. 

When I do find something other than his stuff to wear I pull out my book from the nightstand, only to notice what I had as my bookmark. I groan and snatch out the collage of photos from the photobooth. 

Five knocks on the door, and Connor opened it quickly. His face fell when he saw me. "What?" He asked.

Without a word I handed him the clothes and he instantly recognized him. He took them and sat them on his bed, leaving the door open. "Do you want this?" I finally say after stepping in behind him and pulling out the photos.

Connor stepped closer to me, looking me dead in the eye for a while, then taking the collage. His fist balled up, "No...it doesn't mean anything to me anymore."

I took a step back a bit shocked, "Don't act hurt, Jc. We're done, OK? I DON'T WANT TO KEEP THIS." He raised his voice. 

"Then what the hell am I supposed to do with it, Connor!?" For the past few days he's been yelling at me and I never said anything back, mostly because I wasn't the type to get really angry with people.

"I don't know! And I don't fucking care!" I stepped back farther and headed to the door. He lowered his voice, "Now...get out, Jc." Right when he was about to shut the door Kian called my name from downstairs. I'm guessing he needed my help. "Go!"

"Do you know how hard it was to look at this and bring it up to you. We live in the same house, Connor. You're gonna have to eventually talk to me." I shoved the picture at his chest and slammed his door shut.

"Jc...wait!" He swung the door back open and I turned away, already halfway down the stairs. 

Continuing downstairs I hear Kian groaning annoyingly. "Jc!" he screamed. 

I entered the kitchen and saw that he was messing with the stove and started to kick it, "Kian! Don't do that." I stop him, "What do you need help with?"

"I don't know how to how to get the hen out of the oven..." Kian slowly told me. 

"What?"

"I..don't know how...to get the stupid h-"

"No I heard you the first time I'm not stupid just...never mind."

"Jc come back here!" Connor screams from upstairs.

"No!" I holler back and face Kian again."

"You two need to work this out because I'm sick of you two screaming! Now Jc, can you please take the hen out of the oven for me...please." He calmed himself, pouring a glass of orange juice. I grabbed an oven mit and reached for the stove. I felt a confession creeping up on me. Or maybe that was just another weird feeling in my stomach. 

I grabbed the latch to the oven and pulled it down, opening the oven. I could feel the heat on my arm, but then I noticed bright flames erupted out of the oven as I reached in. Someone pulled me back so quick that I almost lost my balance until they grabbed me by the arms and swung me away from the fire and onto the floor. 

I fell onto the ground with my left knee, then my chest. My eyes closed as my face hit the cold floor. I could only hear Kian screaming. My eyes slowly open again and I'm being lifted and moved out of the way. "Kian! What the hell?!" Connor rushed to the pantry and grabbed the fire extinguisher. He sprayed the flames coming out of the oven.

Connor gently grabs me and helps me sit in the chair. "Jc, are you alright?"

I was confused my his sudden care for me. But, I bring myself to nod. Ricky must've heard the pan crash onto the floor because he was downstairs in a heartbeat. "What happened!?" He questions. He stops the beeping of the smoke detector. 

"I don't know what happened...the oven caught fire-"Kian tried to explain but Ricky cut him off. 

"Did you put something in there? Something flammable?" Ricky looks at all of us. 

"Uh...no. I am one hundred percent sure!"

I look at Connor and notice at burn on his arm. "Oh my god, Connor!" I grab his arm and get a better look at it. "You're...burned..!"

"It's not fatal, Jc. I'm OK."

"That looks pretty fucking fatal to me, Connor. We have to get you to a Hospital. NOW." 

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    I sat outside on the hammock staring into the distance, bored and sleepy from the LONG day I've had. Connor's burn wasn't fatal but he was prescribed painkillers. The whole time at the Hospital I was nervous for some reason even though he probably didn't give two fucks about me. 

I could hear footsteps coming from around the house. My head turns and I see Connor sit next to me. "Hello." He says. 

I give him a weak smile, not knowing what to say. 

"Um, thanks for persuading me to go the Emergency Room. I probably would've died if I hadn't."

"No problem. " I chuckle with him at his joke, finally being able to look him in his eye. Connor breaks the barier between us first by leaning in a few inches. I glance down at his lips and back at his eyes, seeing that they're closed. I close the gap completley, by kissing his lips that I had missed do much. 

After what felt like an eternity, Connor pulls back to say something, "I'm sorry, Jc."

"No...I'm sorry. I was a bi-"

"No. Alexa was. A Psychotic one. And I ended my friendship with her, completley. For us."

"Con-" He kisses me, stopping me from talking. He slips his tounge into my mouth and smiles in between the kiss. I pull him close and touch his cheek. 

"Ew! You two...go to your room!" Kian and Ricky scream through the window. 

Connor and I broke the kiss and smiled at each other, "Do you want to?" Connor whispers. 

"Yeah." I smile and peck his lips once more before he puts me on his back and carries me into my bedroom. Connor shuts and locks the door and topples over me. 

He kisses me and reaches over to turn off my lamp, making it completley dark. 

"I love you, Jc." He says in my ear. 

"I love you, too, Connor."