{Daria's POV}
I pop a couple of asprins, attempting to get rid of this headache. Damn, what the literal hell happened?
"DARINNA LILAC CASTAVO, GET YOUR FUCKING ASS UP HERE RIGHT NOW!" Laurel screams from her room.
I dash up the stairs - Laurel's NEVER angry. The door is opened, so I swish it more wide so I can get through it. I'm not fat I just like space.
"WHAT THE HELL IS FUCKING UP!?" she points to the body in her desk chair, a scowl on her face.
It's the one & only Connor Franta.
Damn it...
"I don't even remember, Laur-"
"Can you just think of a logical explanation as to why there's a body in my room that doesn't consist of either of us?"
The chair bent backwards, leaping Connor into the air.
A loud thud was heard around my feet, & it reminded me of yesterday.
The bonfire.
The chase.
The bullets.
"Holy tits, what am I doing on the floor?" he scoots up, massaging the area of impact on his head.
Laurel sighs sadly, "I'll let it slide this time. Anyways, I wanted to tell you that I'm going back to Missouri for the next couple of weeks. Family issues..." she shrugged, walking over to hug me.
"Y-you're leaving tonight?" my voice cracked, wishing she wouldn't leave.
"Yeah. Sorry, boo boo." Laurel squeezes me tighter, sniffling a tad bit. "Will you guys promise to take care of this house?"
"Y-yes..." Connor slowly elevates himself up from the ground, using the bed as a support system. How clumsy - for someone who's surrounded by guys with guns.
"Do you need us to drive you down there?" I crack a small smile, trying my best to hide the disappointment. A honk rings in my ears, alarming me.
"Nope," she pops her p obnoxiously. "Ryan is bringing me there. See you dweebs in a couple of weeks!" She grips onto her red backpack, & leather suitcase, escorting herself out her bedroom door.
"I'll lock up!" I heckle from upstairs, hearing the front door open.
"Thanks, boo boo!" she yodels, slamming the entrance shut. Oh my god, how am I going to survive the dinner tonight? This'll be one of the most socially awkward events in my whole life.
I push Con onto the bed, letting him sit Indian style. "You better explain what the hell happened last night, Connor." I grit my teeth angrily. A faint, hesitated sigh escapes the body in front of me, opening my ears even more to what he's about to say.
"We're in a gang, okay? We fight for what we believe in, not for what we don't."
The butterflies in my stomach flutter around like it's a damn playground, signaling that I'm very intrigued. VERY.
Connor raises up from the bed, walking towards me. Every step I take back, he takes two big steps forward. My back hits the wall, as his right leg locks into the little hole of both of mine, banging his arms against the wall.
"Are you scared of me?" his breath fans my neck, as his eyes search my own. A lump grows in my throat - unabling me to answer fast enough. He comes closer to my figure, so near that I could feel the heat radiating off of him.
"I'm not afraid of anything."
"There's nothing to be terrified of when I'm around," he twirls a lock of my hair, slowly backing up.
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Let Her Go - Connor Franta
FanfictionDaria, a girl who is known as a loser, useless, a piece of shit... the list goes on and on. She has three main bullies: Zack, Phoenix, and Trent, who have been picking on her, ever since a repungent rumor about her went around. Her one friend, Laure...
