Georgias POV
I've been sat here with connor for few hours now and I can't help but notice the way he talks about me, well the way I was, everytime he'd say something I'd catch a glimpse of him smiling to himself which makes me question even more whether him say we were just friends was true. I mean maybe he's telling the truth but I can't help but think, I don't know why, its just deep down I have this feeling that we were something more , something much more but until he tells me, it remains a mystery .
I'm looking through a little envelope he gave me, full of photos of us, some other boys which I have no idea who they are,I noticed one of them in the hospital the other day but I don't know who he is. I can't help but smile at how patient connors being, I mean I keep asking questions and having to take long thinks but not once does he get annoyed,its like he's happy to help me. I look as him as he looks through the photos, I watch as his runs him thumb over each photo,admiring each one like its his everything .
"Connor?" I ask , watching him lift his head up to face me
"Yes?" He replies pushing his hand through his hair
"Please tell me the truth?" I ask practically begging this time
"What?" He ask, a confused look on his face
"Were we something more? We weren't just friends were me" I say wanting a straight answer
I hear him sigh and watch as his scratches his neck nervously
"Yes..." He evenutally replies
"Yes what?" I ask
"We were something way more then friends" he says looking straight at me
