Dechart: Become Connor

Connor 10

Traffic passes by, some going by too fast and kicking up a lot of water. There's so much I don't understand about human culture. Why do they do stupid things knowing it's stupid? Do they just not care? And why kill creatures for fun? That seems pointless unless you harvest what you can from the bodies.

"Connor, what are you doing?" I rise and face her quickly.

"Emily! I- I was just waiting here until you came outside tomorrow." I stumble over my words, stupid emotions. Stupid nerves.

"Come inside! You're soaking wet!" She orders. I nod and follow her inside, being stopped on the tile after the door. "Take off your shoes!"

"Right." I obey and remove them, my socks squishing as I put pressure on them.

"And your socks!" I nod and remove those too. "Jesus, Connor! Why were you outside?" She questions and searches for something. She returns with a maroon towel and proceed to dry me off.

"You were upset. I figured you needed time alone. That I made you upset." I say. It sounds so stupid now. Everything I do is stupid.

"No! I wasn't upset!" She shouts and helps me remove my soaked shirt, her getting flustered. I notice her pause and look at my pants for a prolonged moment.

"Do you have pants I can change into?" I ask to make it less awkward. She snatches my hand and pulls me into her room, rummaging through her things before pulling out navy blue shorts.

"Here." She says, shoving them to my chest. I nod and walk to the bathroom, closing the door and removing the rest of my clothes before pulling the shorts on. To my surprise, they are pretty roomie and ventilated. I gather the clothes and return to her room to find her missing. Where did she go? Perhaps she had to do something? I wander around until I find her tossing clothes into the dryer. She turns to notice me and is startled. "Jesus!" She scolds.

"No, my name is Connor." I correct.

"I know!" She shouts and snatches the clothes from my hand, joining them with the ones in the machine. She pushes past me and I follow her to her room. She seems upset, or maybe I'm just bad at reading her.

"Do you want me to wait in the living room?"

"Just come lay down!" She orders, and I swiftly join her on the other side of her bed. She's still silent so I decide to question her.

"Is something wrong detective?" She faces me and looks me in the eyes.

"Why do you wear underwear?" Do humans not normally where underwear?

"I wear underwear to provide extra protection for my gen-"

"You have a dick?!" Her jaw drops at my attempted answer.

"By that I infer you mean penis, and yes. I am meant to represent a male human." I answer again. She looks uncomfortable now, but continues to question me.

"Does it... is it functional?"

"I do believe so. Why?" I turn onto my side to face her completely, her stunning eyes sparkling and her cheeks dyed pink.

"Uhhhh... J-just... wondering!" She exclaims. Why must she always lie to me?

"I can tell when you're lying, Emily. Why are you lying?" I ask, and she pops out of the bed and swipes something from the floor, leaving and returning in Anderson's shirt again. She's so obsessed with that hideous garment. It's an eye sore compared to the rest of her delicate body. "Why do you like wearing his shirt so much?" I question, trying to conceal my annoyance.

"Why is it a problem?" She asks. Why is it a problem? Why wouldn't it be a problem? Emily has plenty of clothes of her own to wear, clothes that look way better on her than that.