Gasoline-- Tronnor AU

Chapter Nineteen- Connor

You- WRENN

I want to call him. Or text him. Or something.

I lay in bed debating whether I should. Is that weird? I was with him just an hour ago.

"Hey Connor! Can you help me with my homework?" Brandon called out from his room.

"Can you ask Nicola?" I yelled back, not wanting to get up.

"She's out with her friends," he said.

I groaned. "I'm coming!"

I dragged myself out of bed into Brandon's room.

He sat on his bed surrounded by papers and textbooks.

He handed me a paper. "Can you read this and tell me if it's good?"

I skimmed over his essay for English. I remembered writing this in 8th grade.

"Yeah that's good," I said.

"I'm so stressed out," he said, falling back onto his pillow.

"Wait till you're in high school," I laughed.

I've barely been focusing on school anymore with all this other stuff going on.

"How come you're never doing any homework then," he questioned.

"Shit! I completely forgot about that!"

I have an English assignment, math homework, and my history presentation to finish.

I cussed my way back to my room, digging through my backpack for my binder.

I settled on my bed, scribbling onto binder paper. It was probably worth at least a B- and that's all I needed.

I signed into my laptop, finishing up my slideshow on the great depression. Perfect topic for me.

It was almost midnight by the time I finished with all my schoolwork.

I could of finished earlier but Mom came home from work a couple hours ago and forced me to eat.

***

I stared at my phone in the dark.

I kissed him, I don't know why I'm overthinking texting him.

To Troye💙:
Hey. It's Connor.

He replied instantly.

From Troye💙:
Hey😊 what's up?

To Troye💙:
Not much. Wbu?

From Troye💙:
Same.

I hesitated before typing,

To Troye💙:
You wanna hangout tomorrow?

We didn't have an appointment tomorrow but I still wanted to see him.

From Troye💙:
Ok. Can we go back to the treehouse?

I smiled. I'm glad he liked it.

I remembered when my dad and I used to hangout there. We would work on building it until the sun started to go down.

"When you get older you're going to want a place to get away. This can be your escape." He told me.

I didn't understand then, but I do now.