Tall Insomniacs.- (Connor Murphy X reader)

Chapter 17.

~Y/N's POV~

My body ached.

My mind ached.

I ached.

I couldn't recollect what happened last night. Everything was too fuzzy, too loud, too... Bad. In all honesty, I didn't want to remember. What if I did something stupid. What if I had sex with Jared!? WHAT IF I HAD SEX WITH JARED?! I scrunched up my face in disgust at the thought. Springing up from the bed I grabbed my phone.

17 MESSAGES FROM: 420.
3 MISSED CALLS FROM: 420.

Connor.

I chuckled at his worry, or in other words, his clinginess. Scrolling through each and every text, I scanned them carefully looking for a theme.

420: Y AREN'T U ANSWERING MY FUCKING CALLS?
420: Y/NNNNNNN?????
420: Y'know It's only your best-friend no big deal.
420: That was sarcasm.

They all seemed the same, Connor seemed pissed, I want responding. It was all peachy until one text caught my eye.

Lifesaver: sup boi. Listen let's get to the point bich your soper hot but I'm not and that reallly suckss.

(Is this how drunk people text? I'm too young for this, man???)

My face immediately flushed. My heart stopped. I was mortified. Connor didn't respond. My eyes welled up slightly, before I could wipe away the sadness. "Holy Shit. Holy Shit. Holy Shit.—" I whispered to myself, repeatedly, pacing around my room quickly. My head snapped to the door, a light creek coming from the floor.  Evan stood at the doorway playing with the hem of his newly ironed polo.

"H-hey...?" Our eyes met, and he bit his lip nervously.

"Morning, Ev." I yawned and straightened my tee-shirt, five sizes too large. "What happened last night? I didn't have sex with your boyfriend right?" I jabbed his side with a slight smile, he just looked grim.

"Well, you- you-you see... S-Some college boy was doing stuff, and you, uh, didn't like it. We brought you home..." he mumbled. I nodded, not knowing what to say. What can I say?

"Oh." Was the only thing I came up with. "Well, I'm really fuc—" I stopped myself. "Freaking hungover. I smell like Mom's cheap wine and regrets." I sighed, running a hand through my tangled hair.

"So you just smell like mom?" He laughed quietly. My mouth dropped.

"EvAN!" I smacked his arm gently, his face was coated in a light blush. I started to grab a brush and my already folded pile of clothes and started to the bathroom.

"Oh, and—" he stopped me. "Connor, uh, called last night he seemed really mad and... sexually frustrated? . He was saying you weren't responding and you sent him something weird, and he didn't understand, and... yea." He trailed off. I sighed.

"Well, maybe Connor should learn to..." I stopped myself before I could say things I didn't mean. "I'm going to stop by his house later." I finish, heading into the cluttered bathroom.

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Running down the stairs, I went to open the door and—

"Look who decided to wake up?" A voice from behind me laughed. I slowly turned on my heel, looking around.

Icon: Heidi Hansen.

Her hands rested on her hips, and her lips pinched together in a tight form. Her hair was pinned back perfectly, only a few fly-aways.

"Mom!" I smacked a fake smile on my face. "What are you doing home!?" I asked, scratching the back of my neck in a nervous fit.

"Well, Y/N/N, Ev told me you weren't feeling too hot. I decided to take the day off. We need to hang out more anyways! Have some fun! Girl time! Woohoo!" She nudged me with a bit toooooooo much enthusiasm. It might be nice, anyway.

"Woohoo..." Okay... so I lied. In all honesty, I had no desire of going out today. Connor was fuming at me as it is, I am Hungover as fuck, Evan is... Evan. "Mom, I have some stuff I need to do, but when I back... you and me!" I smiled.

"If you're not home in thirty minutes I'll call the police." She pointed the spatula she was cleaning at me.

"Yes, Ma'am." I saluted her like I was three.

She nodded happily and ushered me out the door.

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"CONNOR, HONEY, COME DOWNSTAIRS. Y/N IS HERE!" Mrs. Murphy yelled to the tall teen. Silence. She sipped her four cream, five sugars, coffee in anticipation. Then she gave me THAT look. The 'boys will be boys.' Look every Mom knows and somehow mastered it.

"AND?" A voice boomed back to Cynthia. She huffed a strand of hair out of her face, resting her hands on her hips.

"SHE WOULD LIKE TO SPEAK, DEAR." This time it wasn't followed with silence, it was followed with the patterning of large feet down the steps. Out of his den of solitude, was Connor Murphy. He looked amazing, like he wasn't even trying, yet he was at the same time. His hair was brushed, but not managed. His shirt was clean and new but wrinkled. He held his long arms in a crossed position,  a stern look crossed his face.

"Get the fuck upstairs." He growled, more sad than angry.

"Excuse me—" he cut me off.

"Upstairs, Y/N, Please." He pleaded. I couldn't resist, the look on his face, he just looked hurt. Taking his hand in mine, he led me upstairs.

His room hadn't changed, yet The smell of weed was more prominent. The boy— no what's a better word— the enigma flopped down in his black swivel chair. We sat in silence, Well, until Connor finally broke it.

"Do you fucking hate me?" He massaged his forehead roughly. His eyes didn't meet mine once.

"Of course not! Connor, I was drunk! As fuck~! If anything I do the opposite of hate you." Connor looked at me finally, rolling closer. Until he regained his stone-cold demeanor.

"Don't fucking lie to me," he hissed, spiting a Bit. "You think your so perfect with your perfect fucking friends and your perfect fucking family! I knew it! One day sooner or later you were going to tell everyone how Connor is the fucking psycho-stoner and rub it in my fucking face! Well I shit you not—" once he started he couldn't stop spewing profanities about me. All sense and inhibitions were gone. Shutting him up, I slammed my lips into his.

And he leaned into it.

His hand rested on my hip, squeezing lightly, as I touched his chapped lips.

"I don't hate you. I fucking Love you, bitch. And I won't ever stop loving you, Bitch~." (GOD I HATE MYSELF) I swiped a hair out of his face. He was taken aback by me suddenly saying 'I love you.' But he quickly regained his 'cool' exterior

"I told you not to fall in love with me, Nerd. You didn't listen. The hard part is, I love you Too, Dork." He huffed, readjusting me on his lap so I could hold the lithe boy. His cheeks dusted a light pink.

"If I would have known you would let me kiss you, I already be in your pants." I nudged him. He raised his hand to his chest in mock offense.

"Is that all guys are good for, Sex?" He nuzzled me gently, smirk on his wonderful face.

"Yep..." I started. "But you are pretty cool, I guess I'll keep you around." I pretended to sigh and he just rolled his eyes.

"I love you."

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IM SORRY ABOUT THE VINE REFERENCE. IM A DISAPPOINTMENT.  Also, ooohhhh steamy time. There's gonna be more of this lmao. When I finish this should I make a second book? Comment.
Sincerely,
Me.