connor was the outcast boy, he didn't fit in with the other boys. he didnt like football, baseball or any sport, really. he liked drawing, painting, listening to the smiths, wore baggy clothing, and fidgeted a lot.

connor was visiting texas with his sister, maddy, and his parents. he saw you on a bench with your headphones in, and was immediately intrigued by you.

he was too scared to go up to you, he was more of the type of guy to let people come to him, so that's what he did with you.

though, this was months ago. you went up to him, and things went well. then, you asked him out since he was too scared to, and now you two are official.

right now, you're in his room while hes drawing, sitting on his bed, his legs criss crossed as he was concentrated, you were behind him, your head on his shoulder as you silently watched him sketch-by-sketch.

he muttered quietly,

C — "uh.. what're you doing..?"

he said, stuttering, as he looked at you.