Evans Hansens Narration of Love

chapter 26

'Evan- shit I'

Connors voice cracked lightly.

'Shit, I look like shit, I'

He was rambling.

A bad start I suppose.

As I looked over his quaking frame I blocked out his voice.

His hair was tied in a messy bun.

His black nail polish was chipping.

He wore a baggy black shirt and grey sweat pants.

He looked beautiful.

Real.

I liked this Connor a Lot more than he might think.

'Connor. I wanna talk to you' I cut him off, staring up into his eyes.

Connor froze, the tiniest smile slipping onto his face.

I grinned back.

'Zoe. Go away'

Connor sent his sister storming off.

Then he held a hand out to me, leading me into the house and up to a room.

There was caution tape on the door and a few dents in it.

It was screaming Connor Murphy, angst filled ball of love.

His room was as I expected.

Black and white, though much neater than I would have guessed.

'I suppose I should start with why'

I sighed, sitting myself carefully on his bed.

He joined me with a small nod.