Nice Sketches You Dork -- Connor
I was sitting one of the bean bags in my room, avoiding my family, when I got a call.
"She said, she said, she said, why don't you just drop dead?" I heard from my phone, letting me know that James was calling.
"Hello?" I said into the phone.
"Hey, Con. What's up?" he asked, probably smiling like he always is.
"Nothing. I'm avoiding my family."
"Con..." he sighed. "Fine. I'm just glad you're not doing anything, because Mal, Erin, and I are going to play laser tag. You in?"
"Um," I thought for a second, "Sure. I'd love to."
"Great. We'll see you there!" He hung up.
Great. Fucking great.
I decided that since I'm going out, I should probably put on some clothes. I got up and opened my closet, looking for something to play laser tag in.
The first thing I pulled out was one my jumpers. One of my millions of jumpers. But this one was an old one that I hadn't worn since year seven, and it still fit me. Nope.
I decided I would grab a random pair of jeans and a random jumper and some random shoes and just get the fuck out of the hell hole.
I started with the jeans, since I can't really go wrong there. All of my jeans look the same. I pulled out some red jeans. Blood red.
Next was the jumper. I shut my eyes and reached out, grabbing the first bit of fluffiness I could feel. I yanked it off the hanger and looked at it really hard, noticing it was a bit gigantic. Fuck this. It was fucking James' jumper. Fuck me. Oh well. It's black and soft and fluffy and warm and it's so cold outside so fuck this shit I'm fucking wearing it, bitch.
Black Converse seemed like the way to go, so I decided to not go randomly and actually plan something. The hair. I left it.
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"Connor, you came!" Mal shouted as she ran to me with the promise of hugs in her eyes, but she slowed down at the worried look I shot her. "Babe, you okay?" she whispered.
"I'm fine. Just, mind the arms?" I whispered back.
She smiled and gripped me tight around the neck, knowing the middle wasn't an option with her tight hugs.
We walked in, all of us smiling. We seem to be smiling a lot when we're around each other, and I honestly believe that I smile so much because I'm around James.
We walked up to the front desk, Mal and Erin hand-in-hand. It was sweet, and I could help but wish that I had someone to do that with. I looked beside me to see James staring at my hand, and I immediately crossed my arms over my chest, feeling scared that he might catch on to my excessive amount of bracelets.
"Alright boys, so Trissy and Bwadwee were supposed to be here, but they decided they were too good for us. Plus, Tristan's kind of scared of me right now. So we probably won't be seeing him until Friday. Anyways, it's Erin and I versus you two," Mal told us with her huge smile. She handed us our gear and right before we went into the room, James grabbed my hand.
"Con, do you think we should take it easy on them?"
"Of course not. If we don't give it our all, they'll definitely beat us. Mal is fast. She's got long legs and she's really strong. She used to play basketball. And Erin's really small, so she's good at hiding. She's really sneaky. They're the perfect team, and if we take it easy, they're surely going to beat us."
"Got it. Mission: Cream the Other Team is a go." James smiled and we walked in, ready to shoot the fuck out of the girls.
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James and I fucking lost.
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When we walked into Mal's house, we heard yelling. Heaps of yelling.
"I'm sorry that you feel this way, but there's nothing! I don't like him, he doesn't like me! We're both straight!"
"Fuck you! I bet you two were fucking last night! Is that why you refused to come over? Were you with him?"
"No, I wasn't with him! I was with my brother!"
"But you're not denying that you guys fucked!"
"Shut the fuck up! This is so stupid! I can't believe I thought you'd be a good idea!"
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"It means that I knew you were a bitch, but I thought it would still be a good idea to be with you! I liked you, and I thought it was all okay!"
"Get the fuck out of my house!"
"Shut the fuck up, Casey!" Mal yelled at her sister, finally interrupting the very loud argument she and Tristan were having. "Trissy's my friend, and if I want him to stay, he stays. Go fuck Levi, just like you did last night." Mal grabbed Tristan's hand and pulled him up the stairs, the three of us following.
"Thank you," Tris breathed out once we were in Mal's room.
"Don't worry about it." She shot Tris a smile before jumping on her bed with Erin, the two instantly wrapping their arms around each other and smiling, snuggling deeper into each other because they were too comfy to grab blankets, but the room was just way too cold.
I didn't feel like going back home, so I plopped myself down into one of her bean bags and turned on Netflix. I really wanted to watch Orange Is The New Black. Tris sat down in the one next to me, and since they were none left, James flung himself down on my lap.
"Ugh, James. Get the fuck off. I'm too frail," I groaned, in pain from my unfortunate inability to be strong enough to hold up a human being.
James' smile fades and he slid off of me, staring at the floor he was now sitting on. I thought nothing of it.
"We should call Brad," Tristan suggests.
"Fuck no!" Mal shouts from the bed. We all look at her in shock. She blushed. "I just mean that we can't. Brad's dad insists on them spending time together at those time."
I looked at her, just to see if everything was all right, but she was whispering with Erin. Her room was so big, so we couldn't hear a word that was shared between the two.
Something's wrong with Brad.
"Casey will just get really mad if Brad comes over," I hear Mal whisper to Erin.
"Who cares? He's your friend, you should be able to call him and invite him over," Erin whispers back.
James and Tristan were too caught up in a conversation about how big of a bitch Casey is to notice the two whispering about Brad on the bed.
"But Casey can get really mad. Not to mention Brad's dad. What would he do if Brad wasn't home when he got back? You know what happened last time, when Brad spent the night..." Mal trailed off and looked at me, staring with wide eyes as she figured out that I had been listening in.
"I'm gonna call Brad and invite him over," Erin said with a hard stare at Mal, just daring her to protest. She didn't.
"What's that?" I asked James, looking at the big black book he was holding.
"Just my sketch book," he said with a light blush on his cheeks.
"Can I see?" Mal shook her head disapprovingly at me, but I didn't care. I wanted to see them.
"Yeah, not happening. No one is allowed to see them except my art teacher."
That upset me. I wanted to see what was inside. I wanted to know what he likes to draw.
"Okay," I sighed dejectedly. I didn't like this, but I knew, in time, he would trust me. He would want me to see his drawings.
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Fucking Brad.
"Why the fuck would say that Stucky is better than Stony?"
Brad is a fucking idiot.
"Because Stucky just works. Stony is fucking stupid. It's toxic and destructive."
I want to pour some toxic liquid down Brad's throat and completely destruct his dick.
"Fuck you, that's a stupid answer."
Brad needs to get his fucking life together.
"Fuck you, Connor. That's his fucking OTP just fucking shut up."
Mal is dead to me.
"Fuck you, Mal. You're Stony trash and you know it."
Erin is my hero.
"I want some pizza."
James is so totally my soulmate like omg.
We all went downstairs to get pizza, but before we could actually get down there, Mal was shoving us all back up the stairs. She later told me it was because Casey and Levi were making out on the couch. But she couldn't say that in front of Tristan or James.
"I'll get the fucking pizza, hold on dipshits."
"I see why you love her," James said to Erin in a sarcastic tone.
"She's a much better person than she seems right now, I promise. She's fucking great. I mean, she's literally made this whole club just so she could get to know a bunch of boys who seemed to have it worse than her, and help them. She tries too hard to protect people and ends up scaring them off. Just don't leave her yet. Please. She doesn't want any of you getting hurt."
"Fuck you, Levi! Get the fuck out!" we heard Mal scream. "And fuck you, Casey! You fucking suck!"
Erin wrapped her arms around Mal the second she got up the stairs and Mal began bawling into her shoulder. Poor princess.
"Hey, Connor, wanna see my sketches?" James suddenly asked me.
"Um, sure?"
"Alright, let's go!" James dragged me back to Mal's room. "So, you actually do get to see my sketches, but that was just an excuse so Erin and Mal could talk to Tristan. He still hasn't completely gotten used to the fact that Casey was cheating on him the whole time."
I opened the sketchbook held out in front of me. I chuckled and chortled and nearly cried from the laughter.
It. Was. Of. Me.
"Nice sketches, you dork."