Outcasts (Connor Murphy X Reader)

Chapter 7

Dear diary,

Today is the fourth day of my suspension...

I sigh as I take a seat on the bench; I look around the freshly planted flowers. They obviously wouldn't bloom for quite a while but I was still happy with them.

My smile drops when I remember the events of Tuesday. I haven't even gotten a text from Connor since then...

"Just know I'll be back"

Those words ring through my head once again. I close my eyes and let the breeze cool my warm cheeks. I listen to the sound of the birds hiding in the trees and the kids at the park a few blocks over. I frown when I hear light banging on the front fence. I stand up and walk around the side of the house to see a hooded figure jumping the fence.

"Who the hell are you?" I growl at the figure.

The figure turns their head to reveal reddened eyes and messy brown hair.

"Connor?" I ask, "are you high?"

"(Y/-"

He doesn't get to even finish saying my name before he falls off of the fence, landing on his side.

"Ah!" He cries out in pain.

"Oh geez!" I exclaim and run over to Connor.

I help him to his feet as he stumbles. I wrap an arm around his waist and begin walking inside.

"Sorry about not coming around sooner," I hear Connor mumble, "I just had to think."

"By getting high." I reply.

He hums in reply but doesn't talk as I sit him down on the couch. I glance over at him and see that his eye was still dark.

"Your eye is getting better," I mutter as I run a finger under the swollen eye, "that's good."

"Yeah." Connor sighs, leaning into my hand.

"So, um, what do you want to do?" I ask, pulling my hand away.

Connor looks a little startled from me removing my hand, but sighs in thought.

"How about we go to the park for a while?" He suggests.

"Sounds good." I hum.

I help Connor get to his feet and we head out of the house. As we walk past the coat rack I grab my hoodie and slip it on. We walk out of the house and I shut the door behind me.

~~~

I smile as I take a deep breath, looking around at the green fields of the park. Kids played on the playground and soccer fields while their mothers and father watched happily. I feel something on the hand and look down to see Connor's hand interlaced with mine. I sigh happily as I look back forward to see that we're walking towards a forested area of the park.

My eyes close as I feel the cool shade of the trees hit me. I look around at all of the different trees, tracing their branches with my eyes.

I feel Connor's grip on my hand tighten slightly, and I squeeze his hand back. Just as I was about to speak I feel my arm tugged back. I turn around to see Connor standing behind me, his face down and the hand he held mine in was shaking.

"Connor," I call gently, "are you alright?"

He looks up at me and my face softens, his eyes were filled with sorrow, tears were dripping down his cheeks. I take a step forward and cup his cheeks in my hands. I gently wipe away the tears with my thumbs.

"Why are you so nice to me?" He sobs.

"Because you're nice, and kind and funny," I tell him, "and you haven't forgotten me."

"But I'm not any of those things!" He snaps.

My brain freaks out, not knowing how to convince him that what I say is true. Without another thought I lean forward and press my lips to his.

... and I think I'm in love.