𝕃𝕆𝕊𝔼ℝ • conan gray

𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟡

☹☹☹

"I beg your fucking pardon?" Alisa says.

Oh boy this is gonna be something.

"It's kind of a long story." I tell the blonde who was now clearly invested in the conversation. "Bitch I don't care how long this'll take, I want to know everything." she insists so of course, I comply.

"Remember that time when Mark gave me flowers and everything? Well, I got so caught up about that and absentmindedly served a glass of milkshake on a tray. I didn't see where I was going so I spill it on Conan. He got so pissed 'cus I also spilled some milkshake on his laptop and he walked out." I explained my first encounter with the freckled boy.

"Okay first of all, WHY WAS I NOT THERE WHEN THAT HAPPENED? Of all the times I went in the backroom it had to be when Conan fucking Gray randomly visits the diner." Alisa buried her head in her hands. "Second of all, it was you who made him postpone his video?! What the hell?!"

"Take it easy on me, I didn't even know it was him!" I throw my hands up defending myself as my friend just rolls her eyes and mumbles a 'whatever'.

"Anyway, that wasn't the last time we saw each other before I audition as his bassist." I continue as Alisa leans forward to listen. "Apparently the night I had my gig, he was watching too, because turns out the Christine who I performed with was the same Christine who played for Conan."

"You performed with Christine Meisenhelter too?! You lucky bastard. You didn't tell me it was the Christine after you performed!" Alisa shook her head in disbelief as I chuckle at her state. "Alright, now that that's done, tell me about your audition!" she dismisses.

"Well as you can see I am now wearing my hoodie." I tell her as I stand up and show her. "Hold on, you wore that to the audition?! What happened to your top?" Alisa questions.

"I was about to enter the building when- surprise, surprise- Conan Gray bumps into me and spills his iced coffee on both my shirt and his." I explain. "I can't describe to you how pissed I was at him- and I still am!" I say in exasperation.

"How is he always there when you're around and I'm not?! Also what the hell, I wouldn't complain if I was the one who Conan spilled his drink on!" Alisa exclaims but I cover her mouth.

"Let me finish my story!" I interrupt her and continue to tell her the events that took place a while ago. "The audition was pretty awkward. But at least I nailed my performance!" I try to lighten up the situation for myself.

"My God, Prairs..." Alisa says, still in shock. "So... Do you hate him?" she asks and waits for my response. "Pretty much. I mean I know I spilled some drink on him but it was an honest mistake! I seriously still think he spilled his iced coffee on purpose." I huff.

"You do know he's not like that, right? I watch his videos all the time. He seems like a genuine person so he isn't really the type to do that."

"Keyword, Lis: seems. Those are videos, he has the power to edit out anything that'll make him look bad. For all I know he's probably some whiny asshole." I correct Alisa who responded with a scoff.

"Whatever you say, miss smarty pants."

"Really? That's the only comeback you could think of?" I say to her with raised eyebrows. "I bet you have never even watched a single video of him. So you can't just judge him like that!" she retorts.