isn't it just so pretty to think, all along there was some, invisible string. tying you to me.

you and connor stoll were frenemies. not fully friends, not fully enemies. just half and half. he was an idiot who was infatuated with you, and you were completely oblivious to it, despite his many attempts.

if he complimented you? he was just being nice! he stared at you? he was staring at something behind you! absolutely oblivious.

"heyy.. i uh- i really uh- like the way your hair looks today!" connor said, awkwardly.