𝕃𝕆𝕊𝔼ℝ • conan gray

𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟙𝟡

☹☹☹

It felt good to let it all out. It was as if a hundred ton of bricks were taken off my shoulders. And to top it all off, Conan was such a great listener.

"I'm sorry again for being an asshole to you."

"Prairie, you've said that like 35 times and it's only been like ten minutes." Conan says as I just stare at his hair.

I've always wanted to touch his hair.

"You did?"

Oh my god was I thinking out loud?

"Wait, you heard me?" I ask Conan, feeling a blush creeping on to my cheeks. "You literally said that out loud." He laughed as he shifted his position from beside me.

He laid his head on my lap as he proceeds to pull out his phone from his pocket. He then looked up at me expectantly. "Don't be shy." he says with a cheeky smile.

I try my best not to blush and take a deep breath. "I really did not expect that but I'm not complaining." I slowly start to run my hands through his luscious brown curls.

He made no reaction as he started scrolling through his twitter feed. "I like how it feels when people play with my hair. It's so relaxing." he sighs and closes his eyes momentarily.

"Oh, so now that we're really friends you make me your massager?" I scoff but didn't stop tangling and twirling his hair in my fingers.

"You said you wanted to touch my hair, and I find it relaxing. So it's kind of a win-win situation if you look at it that way." he explains.

"Alright you can stop talking. Just let me enjoy touching your hair, Einstein." I reply as I now run my fingers through his hair once more.

"Hey, that is absolutely offensive!" Conan whines and slams his phone down the mattress then crosses his arms, "I'll have you know I'm no Einstein. I have 2 braincells!" he says angrily in a playful manner.

He quickly sat up from my lap but completely forgot about the limited space in the bunkbed, resulting in him hitting his head in the ceiling part.

"Now it's one braincell." I retort as Conan glares at me while rubbing his poor head. I couldn't help but snicker at his state, and he noticed this. "What's so funny?" he asks in an attempted angry tone.

This made me laugh and fall on to my bunkbed, which Conan followed as he burst in guffaws. So we were now laying next to each other in this very tiny cramped bed.

I look at my side to face him and find out he's been looking at me the entire time. I blushed at this realization and notice him blushing a bit as well. Time seemed to stop at that moment.

No shit, like time really did seem to stop.

Our bodies were already pressed against the other's side and our faces were practically two inches apart. It looked like we were canned sardines, but it felt strangely good.

That familiar feeling at the pit of my stomach bubbled up. The same sensation I experienced during our first performance in Seattle when Conan looked me in the eyes.