I cant even... Connor Franta. (fan fiction of course)

Questions. 23

(Warning: This chapter may contain some slight PG-13 content. It's really nothing too graphic but it's still a little "inappropriate" if you ask me. ;) 

How much water can rain down from the sky in the middle of August in such a cliché way? (Answer: A hell of a lot.) 

My feet are wet. And it's gotten to the point where it's rather uncomfortable. Why am I walking in the rain? What time is it? Think, Hayden, think. It was 4:02 when you checked the clock before you cowardly left Connor's house. Why was he even at his mom's house? He has an apartment. I mean, I know we've been through a lot this past day, but why go to his mom? 

I guess I wont have to shower when I get home. Yay. 

I drove there in a car. Why am I walking in the rain? That question rings around in my brain once again. I guess I'll have to have Connor drive it back to my house. But that requires facing him. I could pretend I'm not home when he drops it off. But it still requires texting and talking to him. Maybe I should have taken my car. Too late now. 

His mom lives surprisingly close to my house, which is weird. He said something about living in Minnesota a while back. Maybe that's not his mom's house then? Where's his dad? I guess I could have asked. I guess I could have done a lot of things instead of just "guessing." 

Why won't my brain function properly? I should be happy, right? The boy I'm in love with is in love with me too, and we're going to attempt to make this relationship work. That's good. If only I didn't have to convince myself that this was good. Or if only we didn't have to "attempt." If only. 

I hear a car whiz by me on the street. Actually, I don't even really hear the car. I feel the water spray harder down upon me. Actually, not even that really, I just noticed my feet were even more uncomfortable from the amount of water intake into these poorly designed shoes, and connected the dots. 

I'm kind of worried. Should I feel this way? I'm kind of happy too though. Or maybe I'm just surprised? What is there to be surprised about? Oh, yeah. The fact that this boy actually claims to have feelings for me. Why would he? There's another one of those unanswerable questions. Kind of life-threatening as well. 

 I kept walking in this never-ending rain because, well, I didn't really have another option at this point. And walking is good. It clears your brain. If only it would clear my brain about now.

"Hey, hot stuff!" I heard a familiar voice call out to me. I whipped my head around to see Kian sitting in his car, with the window rolled down, driving along at the same pace I was walking. I guess I was too absorbed in the conversation I've been carrying on in my brain to realize that he pulled up near me. 

"Hi." I replied, as opposed to my typical banter that I would carry on with him. He looked at me and smiled as he always did, but I could see a hint of confusion in his eyes. 

"If you don't mind me asking, love, why are you walking in the rain?" He smiled even bigger and nodded his head towards me. I continued walking. 

"To be honest, I don't really know." I shrugged, my voice as unsure as I was feeling. 

"Connor kick you out?" He smirked at me. Oh Kian, that boy is never not charming. 

"I kind of wish that was the case. But you know he would never." 

"Yeah, that boy is too in love to function properly. It's a shame, then you could come stay with me. Man, would that be a treat." Kian continued flirtily joke with me as always. 

"Don't you have a girlfriend?" I joked back, kind of starting to feel like my regular self again. 

"Eh, details, details. Whatever. Look, will you just get in the car please? My seats are getting wet."