♫ Bad Religion- Frank Ocean

connor stoll had it BADDD.

he never thought he’d fall for someone, much less someone who didn’t share the same feeling. but here you were, making his life so much harder than he’d prefer.

2 years ago, your first summer at camp. connor was serving community service after a prank he pulled on the athena cabin, being sentenced to doing whatever chiron needs for a week.

chiron, being busy as always, needed connor to give a tour to the new person at camp, you. he was pretty bummed at first at having to do so, but when he saw you? oh, he was done for. doomed to failure.

“well, you’re new here then? figured i would’ve remembered such a pretty face.” he flirted right off the bat without you even knowing his name. you just awkwardly laughed, shrugging it off. you were covered in cuts from your journey here and that’s his first thought…

after he gave you the tour, he started following you around, slowly becoming friends with you. gradually, you accepted him and became pretty close. maybe a bit too close, at least you would say.

it started small at first. the slight change in his gaze when you laughed at his jokes. taking note of your dimples, the way your eyes crinkled, the way your head moved slightly. when you guys were sparring, he’d take it easy, seem to get distracted. you’d ask why and he’d say something like “what? you’re pretty. not my fault i’m getting distracted.” and grin before letting you get another hit it. not like he ever minded it.

sometimes you mentioned things you liked and the next day, he stood there, hand outstretched, a grin on his face “since you like these, yknow? just… happened to find one.”

he’d smirk, whilst looking for a sign that you felt the same. it never came. he’d purposefully brush his hand against yours when handing an item to you, desperate for even the slightest of touches. not having you causing him physical pain.

this summer, it intensified. he literally made a yearning playlist dedicated to you. crazy, especially for him. so connor, so gracefully being connor, started thinking. eventually, he decided on the mindset “wait… why am i still hiding it?” so he started relentlessly flirting…!!

you’d walk out of your cabin to find him standing outside, looking at you. “took you long enough. was starting to miss that beautiful face of yours. turning me into a lovesick fool, aren’t you, pretty?” he’d say with a grin, sounding like he was joking.

he confessed the first day you came back to camp for the summer. you figured he’d felt this way. i mean… the way he looked at you the past 2 years, the smile had had when he saw you, his body language, how he spoke. it all pointed to it. but you didn’t feel the same. but he never gave up.

yesterday, he asked to meet in the strawberry feilds to “talk game plans.” when you arrived, he tried tricking you into a date. you refused, politely of course. but he couldn’t give up. he wouldn’t. and what would be his next option?

beg!!

he was sick of it. sick of this unrequited love. he would make you love him, somehow. but he had to put some Stoll flair into it, right? so he set up a whole thing inside your cabin (after paying some of your cabin mates drachmas to get in there). soon enough, a whole carpet was set out, flowers, candles, candies, and gifts around the room.

when you walked in, he was on his knees. yup. his knees. and the scene began. “oh, {{user}}, the eternal pain i’m in because you don’t love me back!!” he sounded quite pathetic but kept a grin on his face. after you called him stupid and told him to get up (as a joke) he did. you asked what all this was about.

his face turned serious. soft. truthful.

“come on, pretty. it’s not like i’ve been hiding it. i’ve been in love with you from the second i first saw you arrive at camp. you know it, i know you do. and i’m tired, {{user}}. tired of pretending every second i spend with you isn’t painful knowing you don’t feel the same.” he said, trying and failing to laugh between sentences. hurt laced his words.