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Connor reaches a decision, after the whole two days where his interactions with Evan have gone back to being awkward. He decides to be honest, clear the air, and try not to fantasize about his feelings being reciprocated.
But once Friday does come he’s getting ready for the party, and runs a plan on his head for how to approach Evan. And it’s a thing, because he wants to make an impression, and it takes him digging in his closet for a non-ripped pair of pants to realize he’s acting like he’s going on a date, when he’s actually going to confess to the prettiest boy ever, and probably ruin his friendship with said boy.
And if Evan did mean those words; then is Connor really the kind of person Evan should be with? But, if he has any chance to be with Evan at all, then he wants it, wants to be selfish on this.
God; Connor’s not ready for this party, or anything it will bring.
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Jared was digging through Evan’s closet; the other figured it was just Jared’s attempt at making him look descent; or as descent as Evan can get.
He comes out of it with probably the only black shirt Evan owns, which has the words ‘I like you more than coffee’ on the front, and ´but not always before coffee’ on the back; because Evan though the phrase was kind of funny, but he doesn’t really drink coffee, so he didn’t think he could wear it. Jared throws it at him and then digs out a pair of dark blue jeans; they’re a tight fit, so Evan’s rarely ever worn them.
“Hold a sec”
He gets his bag, which Evan had been wondering about, and pulls out a pair of neon green converse, and then another one of baby blue ones; Evan quickly grabs the second pair, Jared rolls his eyes but nods in agreement.
Jared is wearing a red shirt, a pair of black jeans, and now, the neon green converse, but he’s Jared so he pulls it off; Evan is both amazed and jealous.
“So, Connor Murphy”
Evan blinked, but he reasoned this had a long way coming.
“W-what about him?”
Jared smirked at him, like he knew something Evan didn’t.
“Well, do you have a Murphy kink or something?”
“Just because I like him…”
Evan went completely red, oh god.
“I didn’t just say that”
“Dude it’s ok, I knew, hard not to with how much you’ve been flirting”
“I haven’t been flirting with Connor”
“Say that until you actually believe it”
Evan opened his mouth to retort but promptly closed when he realized what Jared was doing, cheeks still painted pink.
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Zoe was standing in the door frame of her brother’s bedroom, astonished. Sure, it wasn’t the first time her brother had left his room like a hurricane had passed through, but normally it was just the things that were in reach, not the entire contents of his wardrobe, sitting cross-legged in the bed, hands together in a mock prayer with his nose sinking in between, was Connor.
He has a pair of miraculously non-ripped jeans sitting in the bed with him, but he’s staring at the clothes on his floor like they personally offended him.
“You own white jeans?”
He doesn’t even lift his head, apparently too busy making sense of his own clothing choices, it’s slightly amusing.
“I was surprised too”
“Ok, you need a dark color or he’s not gonna recognize you”
He finally looks her way, completely flustered.
“I’m not-“
“I’m going to stop you right there, because we both know you’re about to lie”
Connor huffs, Zoe strides to the pile of clothes receiving only a curious stare, it could be worse. She digs in until something catches her eye, it’s a purple shirt with a design of what looks like an eye but the pupil is a half-moon, she shrugs but throws it at him, hitting him in the face.
“Wear that”
Connor pulls the shirt off his face, looking at it before giving her a confused look.
“Trust me on this, now go clean up, and come back so I can tie your hair”
Surprisingly, he does as told, and she decides that he’s definitely smitten. She hopes, truly and with all of her, that Jared was right, and that Evan won’t break her brother’s heart.