God I'm so in love with this boy and it isn't okay.
...
You flopped on your bed, happy and content, and just waiting for your online friend to message you back after what you had deemed an exciting day.
You were always the popular kid at your school, and well, after a full day of singing lessons, acting, cheer, and studying, "it had been a long day" would be an understatement.
Not to mention a crush.
Normally, boys didn't catch your eye. Not that they weren't in your league, you tried to be as humble and accepting as you could, but it was just-they were bland, and they were, well-boys. Immature. Loud. Reckless.
You were even friends with a few, so you should've knew. Kurt and Ram, although absolutely hilarious at times, were both jerks and you had to remind yourself that is was part of their "act". An "act" that every person tried to put on to survive high-school.
Some people were just better at it than others.
So today, when a boy sauntered in with his messy bun, worn leather bag, a comfortable midnight hoodie and ripped black jeans paired with combat boots, you couldn't help but stare, a light blush dusting your cheeks at how good he did look.
He glanced up at you, giving you a hard blank stare, before turning back to his paper without another thought.
Damn.
You were pretty sure you got the "Oh, you're popular? Well I'm a freak, go ahead and mock me," stare, but nevertheless, you continued sneaking glances at him throughout class, more questions dancing throughout your mind.
Who was he?
Why was he in this class?
Did he transfer?
Did he skip?
Did you just never notice him before?
A sudden ping! interrupted your thoughts.
Connor: hey, Y/N? how was ur day today? feel like bitchin, like always?
Y/N: today s'alright. Connor, you'll never believe what happened.
Connor: what?
Y/N: i fell for a boy i literally didn't even meet personally. i don't think I'm okay.
Connor: Do you have his name?
Y/N: No. i hope i'll find out tmmw, let you know
Connor: Great-shit gtg Zoe's callin me byeee
You frowned. Zoe calling never meant a good thing, from what he told you, and he seemed to leave in a hurry after you told him about mystery boy.
Odd.
Maybe everything would be okay tomorrow...
...
Connor felt like simultaneously punching himself and his computer until one or the other felt more shattered.
It was stupid, he realized. He always knew based on how you described yourself to be popular, and he guessed that this boy was popular was well.
Surely it was inevitable, he knew, that you two would fall in love and live a happily ever after. A husband, two kids, the whole white picket fence.
He loved you, and he knew it. There was no hiding it from himself, he had tried, but there was, unfortunately, no way.
And you could never love him back.
He toyed with the end of his dark hoodie, before grabbing a couple joints and headed down the stairs.
"Where are you going?" Zoe muttered, adding a small "not that I care" after to add salt in the burn.
"Out," he deadpanned, throwing on a random black trenchcoat.
He saw it in her face, the roll in her eyes, the shift in her shoulders, that she didn't care.
"Tell Cynthia and Larry I won't be back for like, a long time."
"K." she shrugged, and went back to texting her girlfriends.
Tonight was going to be a long walk.
...
Another tiring day of studying and crap.
"Hey, sis!" Ximera, your seven year-old sister, came bounding up to you.
"Hey, Xim," you muttered tiredly, shoving a tired smile on your tense features.
"I heard from Mommy there's this really nice coffee shop downtown. She told me that you should take a break, clear your mind, you know, all that big sissy stuff," she wrinkled her nose and you laughed, the obvious restlessness in your voice.
"Maybe Mom is right. You know what, Ximmy? Sure, why not. I'll go."
"Can you get me a cookie?" Xim's eyes pleaded, a pout crossing her doe eyes.
"Course."
"YAYYYY!" she screamed, bounding down the house at about 26 miles an hour while you smiled and threw on a random coat and shoes.
It was going to be a long night.
...
Sitting there, high out of his mind, tired as fuck, was Connor Murphy.
He guessed it was around this time when he started questioning why people existed, why the social pyramid of school, why Y/N could only be a friend, why-
A sudden ping! rang out on his phone, and he sighed, checking who it was.
His breath hitched, the sober mindset trying to fight its way back.
Y/N.
Y/N: omg guess what
Y/N: Connor istg if you don't pick up the damn phone
Y/N: Connnooooorrrrr
Connor sighed, laughing quietly at her eagerness, and typed a brief message.
Connor: yeah
Y/N: I see vute boy from earlier
Y/N: *cute
Y/N: And you, as my loving friend, must see and approve of him
Connor: are you sure you need my approval?
Y/N: not really, imma try and get dis boy anyway.
Connor: hit me
...
You tried to take a picture, showing mystery boy illuminated by the screen of his phone.
He looked so perfect.
AND THEN, FLASH HAPPENED.
You let out a little shriek, and the stranger looked up, scanning the late night, before focusing back on his phone, head leaning on his hands.
he didn't see you, somehow.
You let out a nervous exhale, half chuckle, half sigh, before sending the picture off.
Read.
...
Connor's thoughts were racing miles per minute as he looked around frantically.
Connor: you're still at where he is, right?
Y/N: yeah, why?
Connor was nearly laughing at this point, fingers slowly typing the words:
Connor: that's me.
"Y/N, where in the fucking hell are you, and this better not be a joke, you little-!" he laughed, standing up, looking around.
...
"...this better not be a joke, you little-" he laughed, trying to find you.
"You stepped out of the shadows, grinning shyly, phone held up displaying the text messages sent back and forth.
"It's me," you muttered, breathless.
He hugged you, and you spoke in his shoulder, "Of all the ways I expected us to meet, this was not one of them."
"Yeah," he mumbled, still grinning.
A silence ensued as you both let go of eachother, both unsure what to say.
"You think I'm cute?"
You playfully punched his arm and rolled our eyes. "Hey!" you exclaimed. "You were wearing a messy bun with a leather bag and you were, okay!"
"And you were that girl who was staring at me," he muttered. "I certainly wondered why you weren't making fun of me yet."
"Well, as I said-
Suddenly, you were interrupted by your phone ringing.
"Hello?" you questioned.
"Y/N I want my cookieeee," Xim groaned over the phone.
Connor laughed and you rolled your eyes and smiled softly. "I'll be home soon, okay?"
"Okay!"
You quietly hung up the phone, another silence following of you and Connor just staring at eachother, smiling happily.
"So..." he trailed off, "Want to go get that cookie?"
"And coffee," you agreed.
He laced his hands in yours, and pecked the top of your head.
This was truly the perfect night.