𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐀 ━ connor murphy x reader.

Eight

[Bethesda, Maryland.
Friday, October 16, 2015.]

After an embarrassingly long drive, Y/n finally arrived at Lindsey Wilson's house and as she parked her car, she couldn't help but grimace. Instead of immediately exiting out of her vehicle, she wanted to sit back and take a look at things first. Plus, if Connor is here and is wandering outside, she won't have to go on a wild goose chase trying to find him. If not... well, Y/n will probably give herself about half an hour to look for Zoe's brother.

If she can't find squat, she'll call it a night and go back home because she doesn't want to keep her dad waiting, especially after she promised they could finish their movie once she gets back.

Biting the bullet, Y/n stepped out of her car, and the pulsating bass of the music reverberated through the air. Yeah. It's going to be chaotic inside, but she might as well work her way inside out. The vibrant glow of multicolored lights spilled out onto the front lawn, creating an ambiance that clashed with Y/n's internal apprehension. She hesitated for a moment, adjusting her grip on her car keys before taking a deep breath and making her way toward the source of the commotion.

Navigating through the boisterous crowd after opening the front door, she passed groups of people engaged in animated conversations, some joyously shouting over the thumping beats, while others swayed to the rhythm of the music. Y/n discreetly maneuvered through the sea of bodies, her eyes scanning for any sign of Connor Murphy amid the lively spectacle.

As she approached the stairs leading to the second story, the atmosphere grew more overwhelming. Neon lights flickered overhead, casting dynamic shadows that danced across the walls. Laughter, clinking glasses, and the constant hum of chatter melded into an indistinguishable symphony. Y/n can't believe her friends wanted to come here. It's safe to say that her movie marathon with her dad was far better than whatever the hell this was.

Her eyes carefully scanned the people until there, amidst the revelry, she spotted Connor. His silhouette leaned casually against the railing, dissociated and most definitely drunk. Y/n's relief was palpable, but a trace of disappointment lingered beneath the surface. He shouldn't be here.

Taking a deep breath, Y/n approached Connor just as he snatches a shot and downs it with a grimace of intense discomfort. "What are you doing?" She asked, resting her hands on her hips. She didn't mean to come off as authoritative as she did, but it was hard to have a calm talk when she had to scream her words over the music to get her point across. "I've been looking all over the place for you," Y/n added.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" Connor sassed. "Why are you here?" He looked Y/n up and down. She wasn't dressed for the party. If anything, it looks like she just crawled out of bed. "Did Zoe send you? She's not my damn keeper, y'know."

"—She... didn't send me." Y/n lied. It was a simple lie, but she didn't want this to be a reason for Connor and his sister to get into another argument. "I just, uh," she looked away. "Wanted to check things out and see if anyone I know was here." She said, matter-of-factly, diving deeper into her fabrication.

"And I'm the first person you looked for?" Connor raised a brow, looking at her with an unimpressed look.

"Yes...?" Y/n slowly answered.

"Jesus." He cursed and then stepped away from her, pinching the bridge of his nose. He really couldn't get away from Y/n, could he? No matter what he did, she always seemed to appear out of thin air to try and talk to him. It's not like he didn't appreciate the attention, but he didn't want to be with anyone— especially her of all people— when he was trying to get trashed. Connor just couldn't do this tonight.