Cliche Broadway Imagines

Connor Murphy~Heavenly Lies

Gorgeous part two!!

You laugh with Connor in the back corner of the best cafe on campus. Sure, it wasn't great, but it was cheap and quiet, and that's all a college student could want from any building. And you were with Connor, the person you most wanted to be with. You loved these moments with him, just the two of you forgetting about every stressful thing in your lives.

After he says something that makes you laugh, you reach out to touch his hand. He glances down quickly before saying, "Yeah. Uh, anyway. It's getting late, and I still need to turn in my painting. And, I know you have that stats exam in the morning, so I should probably let you study."

Your face falls slightly. "Yeah, I'll see you tomorrow."

As soon as you get back to your dorm, you fall onto your bed. "I fucked up," you whisper to no one in particular. "Why did I touch him? All I had to do was pose for his stupid painting and then go back to how things were before with him falling asleep on my couch as we hate watch the Kardashians." You sit up. Everything about Connor was infuriating. The way he always smiles like he knew something no one else knew but would know soon. The way he steals your hair ties while you're studying so he can lazily pull his hair up to keep it from falling in his face. The way he bit on the end of his pen while he thought about what to write. The way he moved his lips as he read a passage he couldn't understand. The way he would walk into your dorm like he had lived there with you forever. You groan and slam your hands against your bed. "I can't believe that I fucking love him."

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Connor lied when he said he was going to turn in his painting. Connor lied when he said it was late. Connor lied when he first told you he was coming to you for food. Connor lied when he said you were gorgeous. You weren't gorgeous. He never thought you were. From the first moment he met you, Connor knew you were heavenly. He knew you were an angel. Gorgeous was too human, too weak to even begin to describe you. Maybe heavenly wasn't the right word either, but it was better.

He felt terrible every time he lied to you, but he couldn't seem to stop. He would see you and promise himself that he wouldn't lie to you, but he couldn't do it. Every time you smiled at him, Connor found it easier to lie to you than to tell him that everything about you drove insane.

Every time you teased him, he thought he could do it. He thought he could just say, "(Y/N), I am madly in love with you." He thought that this painting would help him. Just by being there, you had to have some feelings for him, right? Maybe, but he was scared to find out.

When you touched his hand in the cafe, he wanted nothing more than to pull you closer to him. To tell you he loved you. To kiss the coffee off your lips. But he froze. It could have easily been an accident or something friendly. And if he acted on it, it would completely ruin any chance he had at being with you.

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You do everything you can to avoid Connor the next day, worried that you epically screwed up your friendship, but you still pull out your phone to ask him where the two of you are going for lunch or to tell him that you definitely failed your exam. You stop yourself every time though. Just when you think you can go back to your "Fortress of Solitude" as Connor has nicknamed the dorm you were supposed to share with a girl who got kicked out three weeks into the semester, you hear him call your name.

Taking a deep breath and putting on a fake smile, you turn to face him. "Yep."

"Can we talk?" He seems incredibly nervous.

"Of course. Here? Or?"

"Here. I'll lose courage if I wait too long." He lets out a small laugh.

"Connor, what the hell are you talking about?"

"Last night."

"I am so sorry. I-"

"No, please. Let me talk, okay?" He pauses, waiting for a response, causing you to nod slightly. "I'm sorry I acted like that. I wanted to grab your hand and hold it and hold you and kiss you and-" He's breathing heavily as he tries to say everything quick enough that he won't chicken out.

"It's fine, Connor. I was being stupid."

"No, (Y/N), God no. You were doing what I've always wanted to do. I lied to you, so much yesterday, and I feel terrible. I lied when I said it was late. I lied when I told you I was coming to you for food, and I lied when I called you gorgeous."

Your face falls.

"No. No. I mean, you are so much more. You, the English major, knows more about words than I do, so you know that gorgeous isn't the right word. You are heavenly. Not of earth. Beautiful beyond measure."

You blush slightly. "I'm glad you got a heavenly body for your painting. I hope-"

"I'm not turning it in."

"What?"

"No, that was a painting of you. It showed that you are everything, and I'm not sure I can handle anyone else seeing it. No one else gets to know that the green I used was the same green you were wearing when we met or that the blue is the same color as your phone case or the pink is the same color of your lips that I spend every minute of every day wanting to kiss." He looks down. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said-"

You cut him off, pressing a short kiss to his lips. It only lasts a few seconds, but it's everything you've ever wanted to say to him. "What else have you been lying about?"

He smiles widely. "That you are nothing more than my friend. That I don't have any romantic feelings for you. That I'm not madly in love with you."

"I've been telling myself the same lies."

"Really?"

You nod, biting your lip to contain your smile.

"Good, because I was going to look like an idiot if you didn't."

You laugh before giving him another kiss.