Some Book Of Mormon stories.

(❗🕷️⚠️)McPriceley pt.1"The Ward"

(Idea based off of _LostInTheFandoms Me Too *McPriceley*)

°Connor POV°
One of my favorite staff had told me that there would possibly be a new guy here. Her and I are really close, she breaks rules for me all of the time. Like extended pencil allowance so I can draw more! I soon see the guy she was talking about. He has short brown hair that's been possibly done up with hairspray, brown eyes, and he's most likely 6'1" since I'm......short. And he's tall. And handsome. And- WOAAAHHHH, TURN IT OFF! He seems confused, just standing at the door talking to one of the staff. Another man from staff, Matt, comes up to me.
"See the new guy?" He gets really close to my ear.
"What about him? What's he in for? Is he roomed with anyone? Who's his roomie? When-" Matt puts his hand on my mouth to shut me up. Matt's much taller than me, not new guy tall, but tall. He ruffles my orange hair and walks away, not wanting to answer any of my questions. Poptarts walks up to me, giddy and excited as ever.
"OH EM GOSH, A NEW GUY!" he hugs me excitedly and one of the staff glares at him. He backs away and goes back to the couch, sitting with James. The staff here are pretty nice. Some let the good people hug, some don't. Some let me have pencils, others don't. Some let me have a roommate, some don't. It's not because I attack people, not my thing, but it's because I've shown "Gay Symptoms" like it's some sort of disease. A quarter of the staff, which are usually very far away from me, hate my guts because I have these "symptoms". The new guy is suddenly walking over to me. OH EM GOSH, HE'S SO CUTE! WHAT DO I DO? WHAT DO I SAY? AAAAHHHHH HE'S GETTING CLOSER! HE'S SO TALL! AND HANDSOME! AND- EEEEEEKKKKK! I fanboy inside my head, trying not to let all of my emotions out at once.
"Hey, are you Connor?" I feel my face heat up, he's so close!
"Y-yeah! That's me!" I regret saying that immediately as he lets out a little chuckle. I would pay to hear him do that again, his voice is so nice. It's comforting.
"Good to know. I'm Kevin, I'm new if you couldn't tell. I was told that you might be willing to show me around since the staff is busy with a guy named Chris?"
"Oh! Yeah, he's probably trying to get more pop tarts. I'll show you around, follow me!" We walk around to each and every important room and place, eventually ending up at the rooms we all sleep in.
"So, are you roomed with anyone yet?"
He shakes his head, "No, they said they'll figure it out eventually. They're still trying to get a good idea of my personality and who I would be good to be roomed with." Things were much different here, other psych wards I've been to just throw some kids in a room together and call it a day.
"Oh, well here's your room. Let the staff know if you need anything. See you later Kevin!" I wave goodbye and walk away. He's so adorable! I could just stand there forever, admiring his beauty.
°Kevin POV°
That Connor guy sure is something. His cute little freckles make it all worth being here. My parents originally wanted to admit me because I got into a fight with a kid from my school because he pulled my friends hair, making her fall out of her chair. So I punched his face and broke his nose. Then pushed him to the ground. Then kicked his sides multiple times, making him roll up into a ball. Then- wow, I'm a dick. Or I'm just a very creative fighter. But now they admitted me for a suicide attempt. Good thing I told my mother afterwards, or else I would have never lived to see Connor. He's so pretty for a boy...A BOY, HOL UP. I thought I was only supposed to like women? I start to unpack all of my belongings. Stringless hoodies and shoes, Mickey Mouse plush, some other random clothes, etc. He was kinda cute, and what's so bad about liking boys? I never really took interest to girls anyway, so there's no harm in going for guys, right?
~time skip brought to you by a lazy auhtor~

°Connor POV°
Around here, I was always known as the suck up. Which I wasn't, I just followed the rules. Maybe the only reason they thought that was because some of the male staff members would be in my room longer than needed. People were suspicious, and I don't blame them. They thought right, if I wanted something I had to pay up. Though, money isn't what I trade. It was nothing but selfishness. But it made life here so much easier. Some boys here say it's good luck to sleep with me on the first day...Some of the men in the staff believed that too. I'm not proud of what I've done. I'm practically all alone, bone, and muscle. Just because I don't eat a lot doesn't mean I'm not going to try and build muscle. I'm a little underweight, but they keep saying that I'm fine at my weight as long as I don't lose anymore. They say I have schizophrenia, but I'm not too sure about their judgements. I don't think they understand that my "talking" is my sleep walking. I don't really walk, but I kind of shift, move, and talk according to my nightmares. I wake up screaming sometimes. They've been happening since 5th grade. I've never wanted to stay awake so badly in my life than now. Luckily, Matt usually helps me out with that.
~more time skips to night in Connor's rooooomm..~

°Connor POV
As I lay in my bed, I hear a knock at the door and someone steps in.
"You up Connor?" I immediately recognize Matt's voice and sit up. Since I don't have a roommate, he likes to come in here for a while.

(Since this is kind of long it will continue in the next chapter, Buh Byeee!)