Connor had been coming over every single day. After class, before class, every free minute he had was spent with me.
As much as I may like to believe it's because of my 'sparkling' personality, the reality was that Connor just saw me as a patient in this situation. Someone he had to take care of out of obligation. That's how I saw it, at least. But I relished every second Connor spent with me, whether it was for the reason I intended or not.
And it wasn't like there was no benefit to Connor. He's found that I make for good company."I can't believe you've never seen Gone With The Wind!" Connor scoffed, popping in the dvd
"I'm sorry!"
"You're gonna love it! It's... incredibly outdated, but Vivien Leigh is just.. absolutely stunning."
"I didn't... think you would be a Vivien Leigh type.. I thought you were a.. Clark Cable fan" I raised a single nonchalant eyebrow, into a questioning arch
"..Well... yes, I am" Connor explained, catching onto my not-so-sly allusion "but, I certainly appreciate the.. gracefulness of a.. Vivien Leigh.."
"You prefer Clark Gables, though?"
"Yes, definitely.."
"I see.."
"Do you..?"
"Do I what..?"
"Like.. Clark Gable..?"
"....No."
"Oh.."
"....Actually, I don't know.. I don't think so... no, I'm- ..I don't know.." I stumbled over myself
"Ah.. well there's nothing wrong with not knowing. Everyone figures themselves out at their own pace.." Connor sat back down on the couch, the green color of the screen illuminating the living room
"Well.. I don't think it would ever really matter, anyway"
"Don't say that. You're improving quickly, don't close yourself off to the opportunity"
"I don't think there's any opportunity.."
"Just don't close yourself off, okay? You're young, You'll have plenty of time... be open to the prospect of your own little.. Vivien or Gable.." Connor set his hand gently on my arm for only a moment, making my heart stop
"..maybe."
"I think so.. you're.. a good looking young man.. with a good head on your shoulders... and you care. I think when you reach the point where you're able to.. have that kind of relationship, you'll have to be fighting people away with a stick." He chuckled
"...You mean it?"
"I do.. someday, somebody will be very lucky to have you.."
"...Thank you"
Thoughts raced through my head, at the speed of sound itself. But the most prevalent was the sole 'what does he mean?'
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The scent of the burnt-down wicks immediately attacked Connor's nose. There must've been a dozen burning at once.
"Kevin, is everything okay?" He called into the house "your door's open.."
"I'm upstairs!"
Connor shut the door behind himself, cautiously heading up the stairs to where he'd heard my voice
"Is everything okay? I got your text, what's happening?"
"I needed help.."
He rounded the corner into the only room in the hall with lights up. He was immediately bombarded with the now overpowering scent of burning cotton
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Under My Skin
FanfictionTwenty three year old agoraphobic Kevin Price lives a tame and routined life. Until a new neighbor moves in next door.