Wallflower (Connor Franta fanfic)

Chapter 4

>I stood there looking all over. Couples made out, people grinded on each other and drank. Some people were taking shots, playing truth or dare, or just plain smoking. I saw some people in a corner, and I think they were doing drugs, so I decided to get out of the living room. I walked around the house and found the stairs. I decided to go up and inspect a little. I jogged up the stairs and wandered down the long hallway. I found a room entitled "Connor's Room. Keep out!" I opened the door and closed it behind me. I switched on the light and I couldn't believe my eyes. There were cats, quotes, and books everywhere. There was a shelf with medals and pictures. it was kind of cute.

>I shuffled over to the shelf to look at some of the photos. Connor Franta was a swimmer with a horrible haircut? I looked at his other wall. There were multiple pictures of cats, but one caught my eye. it was him and 2 cats: a black & white one, and an orange & white one. Underneath there were words that said "Pre + Sam!❤️" It was pretty adorable, actually. I looked at his desk that had multiple sticky notes. They said things like "Edit new video Sunday night" or "Call Mom+Dad." Video? Like a YouTube video? Maybe.. Suddenly I heard footsteps come towards the room. I decided to hide in the closet. I waited until the room's door was opened. I heard a voice speak softly.

>"Hey mom. Yeah, I miss you too. Really? I miss Pre a lot. Yeah, I'm coming to visit soon I promise. Alright, love you. Bye." I'm guessing that was Connor talking to his mom. But why isn't he slurring like before? Oh crap. I feel a sneeze. Why now? In the most ironic place, here? ACH-OOO! I hear footsteps come towards me. "Hello? Is someone in here?" Oh shit. I try to steady my breathing and try not to make any sudden movements. The closet door was opened and I shut my eyes in fear. >"H-hi." I stuttered. He stared at me.

>"How did you get up here? Why are you up here?" he interrogated me.

>"U-um.... I'm not that big of a p-party person." I said, trying not to stutter like before.

>"Then why did you come?" he questioned, laughing.

>"It's the last party of the year. Everyone goes." I murmured.

>"Not everyone. It's my party. I invited everyone to be nice. You didn't have to." he smiled. "Now get out of there." He gave me his hand to grab, but I stepped out on my own. He started to stare at me and look me up down. A typical boy thing to do. He stared at my face for a while before speaking up.

>"So... umm... Did you hear all that?" he asked nervously. I nodded my head. "Oh.. Can you please not tell anyone?" he pleaded. I nodded once more. "Oh thank you so much!! So, you browsed around already?" he blushed.

>"Cats, really? The school jock likes cats?" I asked him and giggled.

>"Yeah I grew up loving them. They were like my only friends." he looked at the pictures on his wall. There was an awkward silence.

>"So um I should go. My friends are gonna realize I'm gone." he frowned. "You can hang out if you want... You know... with um.. us." he suggested. Me? Hang out with the jocks? No way!

>"Um okay. I guess." Why did I say that?

>"Oh great! Well I guess we'll be heading down now?" I nodded my head and we both headed down the staircase.