Connor's P.O.V. 

I lay in my room listening to the beautiful noises of my parents arguing.  Hooray to family issues.  I groan and stuff my face into a pillow.  Then I get a ping  from my phone.  It's from (Y/N).  She has always been there for me, even though i'm a stuck-up bitch sometimes.  

InnocentBeanChild: Yuh it's rewind time.

I snort at her text.

LankyEmoBean: what the crap (N/N)?

InnocentBeanChild: Lol I don't know.  What are you doin?

LankyEmoBean: Listening to my parents scream at each other :|

InnocentBeanChild: Wanna come over to my place then?  

LankyEmoBean: That would be awesome.  What time?

InnocentBeanChild: Anytime time really.

LankyEmoBean: I'm coming then 

LankyEmoBean: Shit wait

LankyEmoBean: I messed up.

InnocentBeanChild: Connor you wanna talk about masturbation?

LankyEmoBean: Shut up I'm coming OVER now.

InnocentBeanChild: Mk mister fuckboy.

I laughed again at her text and began to pack my sketchbook and my phone.  Then I heard my name mentioned in the yelling and quickly climbed out the window.  After a few minutes of walking in the cold, I arrived at her house and knocked on the door.  Soon I saw (Y/N) standing in front of me in her over sized cat hoodie with her black shorts. 

"Sup fuckboy" She said, laughing slightly.

"(Y/N)!??  Who's at the door," A voice screamed across the room. "You never said anything your sex buddy?!"

I held back laughter as (Y/N) turned bright red.

"Shut up Chrissy!  It's Connor!"  She screamed back.

Before anything was said (Y/N) pulled me upstairs to her bedroom and we both flopped on her bed.

(I want this so bad omg)

I let out my laughter, and clutched my sides, while she sat up still flustered.  Me and (Y/N) have a short history but that doesn't mean it's uninteresting.  We met this year but so much has happened so that calling this a small friendship is a very big understatement.  We met in the woods and talked for hours about everything and anything.  She was understanding with my problems and when she suggested something I didn't snap at her.  Of course my teenage self couldn't help it but fall in love with her.  There is one thing about her that I hate.  The way she talks about herself.  She always insults herself and doesn't listen when you try to say 'Don't say that.'

"Now what?" She asked

"Wanna listen to John Mulaney? I suggested

She shrugged and grabbed her laptop and airpods.  Soon she picked 'Salt and Pepper Diner'  just like always.  But of course we went off track and ended up watching Bo Burnham.  

"I wonder is Newsies is still going?"  (Y/N) mumbled

I shrugged "Maybe look it up."

She aggressively typed in the search bar 'is newsies still on Broadway' and clicked on a link.  Then we saw it.  This show is discontinued.  I look down at her.  Her eyes were wet.  Crap.  She began to cry and hide her head in my lap (A/N I did look up is Newsies was still a show and I did cry when it said it wasn't) and cried more.  I didn't know what to do, especially when your crush's face is right in front of your dick.  I just awkwardly stroked her (H/C) hair while she cried.

" I w-w-want-ted t-t-o see it-t."  She sobbed, slightly muffled.

"It's okay we'll listen to 'The Lighting Thief' to help with this." I said

She nodded.  I grabbed her laptop and pulled up 'Lost!' and blasted it through the air pods.  She didn't, her face still near my dick.  I felt her nose bump up against it so I pulled her into my lap, her face buried in my chest.  I let the music continue as (Y/N) fell asleep in my lap.  She let out a soft snore every once in a while.  I glance down at the computer '7:49pm' I turned it off and laid (Y/N) down on the bed.  Then packed my bag and got up from the bed until I heard (Y/N).

"Connor?"

"Yeah?"

"Can you stay over?"

"Ok."

I dropped my bag down and laid next to her.  She shifted over to face me and nuzzled her face into my neck.  I closed my eyes and wrapped my arms around her waist.

"Night  (Y/N)."

"Night fuckboy."