a new chapter -an o2l fanfic-

chapter one - tumblr posts

-Morgan's Pov-

It was a common afternoon, unless you count the loud cries of the handsome boy sitting beside me. His light auburn hair was smushed against his white pillow as he ran his hand through it in one slick motion.

"Morgy?" he whispers through his crys.

"Yeah Connor?" I questioned, laying down beside him on his soft bed. I turned on my side to see the small tears falling down his beautiful cheeks.

"How do you think the fans feel?" He asks, staring at the pale colored ceiling of his bedroom.

"I think they're upset, but they love you con." I state, kissing his visible forehead. He gave me a soft smile before, grabbing his expensive computer from the bottom of his bed. Quickly, the boy turned it on, immediately going to tumblr.

"Do you ever not go on this website?" I groan, a hint of sarcasm appearing in my tone.

"I wanna hear want my fans think." He chokes out, scrolling through the 'weloveyouconnor' hashtag on tumblr.

"Con don't do this to yourself, its not going to help." I whisper, leaning my head against his hard headboard. Tears prickled his flawless face again, seeing all of the negative comments, sprinkled with some sad ones. Some girls offered to risk their lives for him back, others saying they would never watch oursecondlife again.

"They hate me." He cries, placing his head in between the keyboard and the screen. His stunning eyes were glossy as the salty tears fell from them and onto his grey t-shirt. I wrap him into my arms, his cries filling my ear.

"Its going to be okay Connor, I promise you, you're going to be okay." I exclaimed, rubbing his back slowly.

A few more muffled sounds escape his full lips. They didn't make his voice sound as smooth and cute as it always was. I could feel my best friend breaking apart from underneath me, and truth is, I had no idea on how to stop the crumbling boy.

"Let me get you a drink." I smile, looking into his soft eyes. He mutters a slight thank you under his breath before I rose. I walked silently into the kitchen, listening to the screams coming from Jc's room. Thank god he allowed Lia to wait till the bedroom before yelling at him for messing up today. I peeked in Ricky's room, silently watching him rearrange the pokemons on his tan shelf. On my way to the kitchen, I kept on debating the outcomes of Connor's situation. I love this boy to death, but now, his fans will be more like lions. They'll be lions to save the broken boy who hid his sadness with a smile. In the kitchen, Kian sat at the table, inhaling an Arizona Tea.

"How is he?" Kian asked me in between sips. I sat down beside the handsome brown haired boy, taking a deep breath.

"That boy is a saint Kian, he doesn't care about himself again. He's worried about those fans of yours." I exclaimed, running a hand through my chocolate brown hair.

"Connor's just hurting himself more by letting their posts get to him. He did the right thing." Kian assured me, placing his slender fingers under his chin.

"He needs me, I better get back there." I smile, grabbing an Arizona from the fridge. Kian said his goodbye, just as I exited the kitchen area. The yells from Jc's room filled my ears, causing me to giggle, certainly brightening up my unhappy mood, well maybe mine not Jc's. We just don't get along, Lia always yells at him for that. I enter Connor's room once again, placing my head between the crook of his neck.

"Hi Con." I smile, wrapping my arms around his waist. We're just best friends, I promise that.

"Hi Morgiepooo!" He coos, definitely happy from the tall can placed in my hand. He grabbed it fiercely, causing it to almost fall on his white sheets.

"Are you better?" I ask, laying on his bed with my legs on top of his. My knee socks were pulled up to my knees, obviously, and my long t-shirt was bunched up around my belly button. My sweat shorts definitely brought out the stains in my shirt.

"I guess, now I just need a frappe, some cats, and a happy tumblr blog!" He chuckles, poking my cheek. I felt so plain beside this boy, where the hell is my concealer when I need to cover up the pimple he just touched.

I giggle at his funny remark, staring at the ceiling above us. "Do they love you Connor? Or is it just like a fangirling obsession? Or a weird fetish?" I question looking at his flawless features.

"Maybe all in one." He laughs at my comment, his laugh making the tension in this room so much lighter.

"It's just complicated, they never see the real me. They see those small seconds of my life. They don't see the people like you, or even my mom for crying out loud. They dont get that my life is more than youtube." He exhales, biting the bottom of his pink lips. Damn that was cute.

"Con, do you love me like they love you?" I ask. Oh my god Morg stop asking questions, okay inside brain Morgan shut up.

"Morgan, I love you more than words can describe. My love for you, my best friend, is the greatest love I will ever encounter. I will love you more than my wife one day and I would never ever deny that." He states, wrapping his decently muscular arms around the small of my waist.

"Did you read anymore tumblr posts?" I whisper, looking into his pale colored eyes.

"I only read the ones about cats." He smiles, twirling a piece of my hair in between his long fingers. I look at his fingernails, remembering when I painted them a hot pink color. I did pretty well, to be honest.

"And Starbucks?" I question, obviously teasing the boy in front of me.

"Obviously!" He chuckles, tightening his grip on my tanned skin.

"But the thing about those two things is, I'd rather be looking at your hair." He adds, when I realized he was actually looking at my dark brown hair.

I quickly turn my body around so Im facing the broken, yet quite happy, boy. His goofy smile, made one just as weird appear on my imperfect face.

"Morgan?" He whispers softly into my ear, making me lose all focus on his stunning eyes.

"Um yeah Connie?" I question, using his personalized nickname. A small smile flushes over his face as he pulls me into his chest. I deeply pray that he wont ever leg go of me.