Still Into You (Connor Franta Fanfiction)- Sequel to Twins

Chapter 13- Done

Connor's POV guys! Yes, I'm back. (did you read that wrongly? I read it wrongly like twice. Wow genius right here, reads her own sentences wrong.)

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So done; I'm so fucking done here. Enough of all this bullshit, done with it. 

Every single time one of us messes up, I would pick up the pieces and build things back up together nice and sturdy only to see it falling apart after a while. The worst part of it all??

It's always me. 

I took time out to fly over to LA specially to also make it a surprise for her and now it's all ruined. Aren't I just so glad on this. Standing up from the edge of my bed in the O2L house, I reached for my closet door.

I opened it and walked right to back and grabbed a box I haven't touched in the longest time. I pulled out my box and opened it. Dust flew everywhere, including my face, causing me to choke. 

This was my box. It was my box of art; or rather, my box of memories. This was the box I had for a long time and every piece of my memory was in it, painting form. I painted and sketched. It was part of my childhood but somehow internet and everything came along and I just stopped. 

I forgot how I used to paint every piece of my memory out, how I used to have the best time showing my mum the paintings and she would praise me for it. 

Now opening this box sent a wave of nostalgia through me. I took out my brushes, palette and acrylics. When I moved in here 2 years ago, I actually remembered this box. Hoping that the acrylics aren't dried up, I opened up the cap of the blue paint and squeezed a little out

YES, IT'S NOT!    

Thank god I replaced the old box with good ones about 2 years ago. Phew. Still a miracle they aren't dried up, I guess. I filled up part of the palette with water, I'm lazy to get a cup. 

I took out some paints and squeezed the them on a palette before picking up my brushes and oh....... The brush part and the stick fell apart into 2 pieces. Crap. I'll just use my fingers whatever. 

I dipped my finger in the paint and started painting the piece of paper I randomly scotch taped to the wall. Slowly, I painted a pavement and than a silhouette of a man. 

-After painting-

Stepping away from the painting I glanced at it, happy with my artwork. It was a scene of what just happened. Me on the pavement but instead of her, its a dark shadow. Not even a human, just a silhouette. But with hands hugging me. Too tired to do anything, I walked to my bed and checked my phone for any messages.

There were 10 calls and 40 texts from her. But only the last text caught my eye. 

do u have any time tmrw? could we talk at that cafe down the street? 1pm. 

I didn't reply, knowing she'd still be there tomorrow even if I said no, in hopes of me being there. 

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I KNOW I KNOW THIS CHAPTER IS SHORT AND UNLIKE THE USUSAL CHAPTERS. I HAVE A WRITER'S BLOCK AND I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT TO WRITE, IM SORRY OKAY? 

wow, this chapter is actually really crappy. 

okay im really sorry for not updating for more than a week and when i update, it's really crappy. 

aaaaaand im back from japan. (anyone going to japan, go to the airport and get this type of cake called Tokyo Banana, its heaven, i promise you.)

ALSO THANK YOU ALL FOR 100 FOLLOWERS AND LIKING MY CRAPPY CHAPTERS, ALL 100 OF YOU. Well it's now 103 so the other 3 of you, WELCOME!

This week's goodbye, okay the person doesn't really use this goodbye but oh whale. 

I love you, to infinity and beyond, bye! 

Chapter dedication to the 100th follower (You sneaky bastard) and one of my friends! 

BAII

~Winnegan