The Connor's (Watty's 2018)

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SOTD: SUPREMACY BY MUSE (ITS A BOMB ASS SONG IDGAF)

PS., THINGS MIGHT BE CRAZY IN THIS CHAPTER BUT I ASSURE YOU, IT ONLY GETS CRAZIER FROM THIS POINT ON

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I stared at the pictures as Evan flipped through the photo album with a slight smile on my face.

"So your dad and Principal Reynold's were best friends?" It was equal parts totally unexpected and adorable.

"Yep, knew eachother since they were in diapers" Evan nodded looking over at me with a strange face.

"What?" I asked suddenly self concious. He quickly closed the photo album and furrowed his brows.

"You didn't come over to look at pictures of my dad in his glory days, Andrea"

I took a deep breath and nodded, "Yeah"

"Then why did you come?" He laughed slightly but I knew he was a little hurt that I didn't come for 'quality time'.

"I was wondering if you could help me out" I murmured fiddling with the ring on my pinky finger, "I need you to help me call Adam Morovitz"

Evan's eyebrows shot into his hairline as he regarded me, "Are you crazy?"

"Slightly" I tried for a joke but his face remained impassive. He put his hands into his jeans pockets and stared at me, unspeaking, "Stop staring at me"

"I'm just wondering if I believe in aliens right now" He grunted turning his face to the side to get a better look at me.

"I haven't been inhabited by an alien, fool" I grinned looking at him, "I don't want the moonshine"

"Then you want to invite Adam over for a sleepover and paint each other's nails? Wake up Andrea, I'm not an idiot" He shook his head and sat at his desk table, head in hand.

"I don't think your an idiot..."

"You obviously do if you think I would ever call Morovitz for anything; he's a low life" Evan said harshely, "Why would you ever even ask me that?"

"Did you not hear the part where I said I don't want the moonshine?"

"I heard that part loud and clear; You want to associate with the scum of the earth for absolutely no good reason" Evan yelled and I flinched. I had really never heard Evan beyond anything but slightly annoyed and I wasn't sure I liked him angry...I mean, it was kind of hot the way he looked deep in thought but totally not cool.

"Do you trust me?" I whispered standing up from the bed and walking over to him. My question seemed to catch him off guard as he regarded me with confusion.

"What?"

"Do you trust me, Evan?" I asked again standing in front of him and drawing his hand into mine. His eyebrows furrowed slightly as I pulled him up and stared up at him, "Answer me"

His jaw clenched at our proximity and he nodded slowly, "I guess"

"You trust me?" I clarified quietly seeing nothing but him. He licked his pink lips and tightened his hands around mine.

"Yes, I trust you"

"Then please...please help me" I murmured standing on my toes so our eyes were almost level, "Please"

Evan's bright eyes softened and he brought a hand to the base of my neck, gently using his thumb to caress my cheek.

"Anything you need"