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7:29pm Jul 23 2012
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[[ I didn't want to power play sexy Conner. Can I just say that when she walks into the room, she sees Conner there? If so, tell me where he'll be and stuff so I know how to describe. ]]
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7:37pm Jul 23 2012
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[[ Uhm. Connor will be in a chair, holding Paradise's mom's hand between his own. They shall be laughing at a funny story of his childhood where he pushed his brother off the swing.
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Connor turned as he heard a familiar voice. He gulped and turned his head slightly, only to see Paradise glaring at him. He hadn't expected her to come to her mother so soon.... That made this little gathering extremely awkward. That scowl she gave him made the man shudder. It might have been a bad move coming here...
Finish the story, dear.
Connor turned back to Paradise's mother and gave her a lop sided grin. He knew where Paradise got her charm... Well, when she wasn't being such a jerk to him, of course. Wait. That was all of the time. What was he thinking?
"Okay, but this is the last story!" Connor said, gently patting the frail woman's hand, a sparkle of something gleaming in his eyes.
"So, I was ten, and Johnathon was fourteen. He always liked to be pushed in the swing, I don't know why. But, being the extremely nice, and handsome, brother that I was, I would always oblige to pushing him."
Connor paused, glancing over his shoulder at Paradise for a mere second. He, for some reason, didn't want her listening to his childhood stories.
"Well, one day, he was on the swing alone. I thought he was waiting to be pushed off. So, I ran to him, making my amazing super-man sound effect and pushed the swing as hard as I could. Well, that was when I found out he wasn't holding on. I pushed him to the ground, successfully breaking his nose. I was his inspiration for becoming doctor!"
By the end of the story, Connor was chortling uncontrollably. It wasn't that funny of a story, but he just remembered the look on Johnathon's face when he got up, covered in blood. Sure, a caring brother would have been worried, but this was Connor he was talking about.
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9:55pm Jul 23 2012
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By the end of the story, my arms were crossed, my eyes still like daggers, while my mom snorted while she laughed at the story. It wasn't all that funny, but I think she just thought Conner was cute. Or maybe she had some medication for the pain. Either way, I didn't even let myself smile. I was supposed to never see Conner again! I wasn't supposed to see those wonderful eyes, that sparkled when he gave me that sexy grin that melted my insides. I didn't want to hear the way his voice sounded in my ears, causing me to blush uncontrollably. And, I hated how every time I saw him, the first thing I noticed was how great he smelled. I didn't even try smelling him, it just happened, making me want to lean closer...
I blinked, my mother's snort making me jump and coming back to reality. I cleared my throat, awkwardly taking a step in. I really didn't feel like sitting down in that small sofa by the window, with Conner holding my mother's hand, but I refused to bring anther stool to sit next to my mother.
Sitting down on the sofa, I looked up to see my mother completely out of it. I sighed, a small smile coming across my face at looking at her. "This is usually when the medicine starts making her sleepy." I said, forgetting the awkward tension in the air for a moment. My poor mom was now in the middle.
My loving tone by talking about my mother vanished as I crossed my arms and leaned back in the sofa seat.
"What are you doing here, Conner? I thought I made it clear that I wasn't interested only a half an hour ago. Are you that stubborn?"
I'll apologize. But that didn't mean I wasn't going to ask what he was doing here, first.
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10:09pm Jul 23 2012
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Connor watched Paradise as she crossed the room and sat on the sofa. He would have been hurt that she didn't sit next to him, if she didn't recently tell him to eff off. Okay, maybe she hadn't said it like that exactly, but that's how he took it. Just eff off, Connor. I don't like you. I made a mistake going out with you. I mean, drinking that wine.
Before answering Paradise, Connor turned back to her mother and smiled. She was almost out of it. Almost. He bent down and kissed the woman's forehead tenderly.
"It was lovely meeting you, Mrs. Whitfield. I hope you'll allow me to visit again."
Oh, too late for an answer. The frail woman had already fallen into a deep sleep. Her hand slipped from his, falling gently on the bed. Connor re-positioned it into a more comfortable position. He didn't want her to be uncomfortable when she woke up.
The man leaned back in his chair and crossed his hands across his chest. He nibbled on his lip ring and looked Paradise up and down before answering still.
"I was here, visiting Uncle Shane, when one of the nurses told me that a patient was feeling lonely. I asked about her, and they led me here. I was just trying to comfort a lonely woman, Paradise."
Connor got up and rubbed his palms on his pants. He looked at her, all traces of the laughs and smiles that he shared with her mother was gone. Instead, he looked like a combination of sad and lonely. His eyes had even lost their constant sparkle.
Connor's voice dropped to just above a whisper.
"Please, stop making me out to be the bad guy, Paradise. I've been treated this way my whole entire life. I've been nothing but good to you... I just don't understand why..."
Connor trailed off, realizing how mushy he was getting. God. How embarrassing. Thank God her mother had fallen into a peaceful sleep. He wouldn't want her to see him in this emotional state. He sighed again.
"But, you did make it clear, perfectly clear, that you had no interest in me whatsoever but not an hour ago. I'm sorry to have disturbed you, and your mother."
[[ Jeez, Paradise. You just look like a b.itch now. >> ]]
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10:30pm Jul 23 2012 (last edited on 10:31pm Jul 23 2012)
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Alright, I get it. I shouldn't have hit below the belt and told him he could get the easy girls. But he's completely wrong when it comes to this. The second he was finished with his pointless speech, I shot up from the chair and came close enough to him that I had to angle my head up slightly from his taller form. I could smell his wonderful cologne, and it made the tips of my ears turn red.
"As usual, you're only looking at your point of view."
I said just above a whisper, just like his had been. My blue eyes showed my fiery rage. "I've understood what you've been doing the second I met you, Conner." I said, that rage coming off in my tone - even though I had to keep quiet for my mother. "I saw the glances at the other girls. I know your reputation."
I poked his chest with my pointer finger harshly. "I'd rather look like a jerk to you, then completely give my heart away to a guy that holds a million other innocent girls hearts. I don't care how much of a good guy you really are."
I said, finally clenching my jaw and stepping back. My cheeks immediately flaming. "But that doesn't give me the right to judge you." I said, my tone turning from hatred and anger to more soft and apologetic. I shook my head, my fingers coming to my temples to try and hide my face a bit. "I thought you'd leave me alone if I just told you something harsh. But that was more of a below the belt kind of thing and I wasn't thinking. I usually don't do that, I can't imagine..." Hurting you.
I gave him a reluctant fake smile. "Happy? You got the girl to apologize just by your charm."
The smile quickly faded, as did my demeanor of being apologetic. I walked to the stool that Conner had sat in. I pursed my lips, looking down at my mother. "I have too much in my life to worry about a guy anyways. So, Conner, let me say this differently. Find a girl that actually wants to be with you. Don't waste your time with one that has no interest and no time. So don't hate me because I want to keep myself guarded and away from hurt."
Actually I had more interest in the world. But I couldn't. He had a lip ring. And tattoos. And a ego, a reputation... I couldn't. I'd hurt myself, and I know it.
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10:58pm Jul 23 2012
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Connor set his mouth into a thin line as Paradise spoke to him, jabbing him with her finger. She knew what he was doing? What, actually trying to get to know her? Attempting to make himself good enough for her? Better than her last *censored* of a boyfriend? Did she know that? No.
"I'm not asking you to give your heart to me, Paradise." Connor said through clenched teeth. She just... Gah! Why did she have to judge, then say she wasn't judging him? "I'm not asking you to marry me. I'm not asking for love. I was asking for a second date." He paused, clenching his fists. He had a lot to say, and he was going to get it all out.
"So, don't just stand here and tell me you won't judge me. Don't stand here and tell me that you didn't want to go on a second date because of how you've heard about my reputation. Or how I look. Don't tell me you're not going to judge me, because you already have."
Connor unclenched both his fists and his hands, just wanting to get out of there. It was obvious she didn't want this to continue. No interest and no time... No interest and no time. Oh, and she had too much in her life to worry about a guy? He would bet that if Justin were here, she'd have all the time and interest in the world for him.
Connor sighed and ran his hand through his already-messy hair.
"I don't want you to apologize because I charmed you, Paradise. I want you to apologize because you think it's the right thing to do. I don't want you to ever have to feel like you have to do anything for me. I'm a big boy; I think I can handle myself just fine."
Another sigh. Connor attempted to give the girl a smile, but his lip just merely twitched.
"But you've made your case clear. Clearly not interested, nor have the time. So, I guess I won't be wasting it anymore." He added, referring to the time lost she had spent on him. He just shook his head, and walked out of the room. He didn't want to look at her anymore. First girl in a long, long time he had actually wanted to get to know, and she didn't have the time for him anyways.
Connor climbed on his cycle, still steaming about their little tiff. He didn't even bother putting on his helmet as he sped onto the road. He wanted to feel the sting in his eyes from the wind, he wanted to hear the wooshing of noise as passed through the cars. His mind was so preoccupied, he didn't even notice the red light he had just ran, or the car who coming right at him.
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[[ The sad part is, last night I thought I made the apology nice. I guess I'm not very good with apologies. :u Either that, or it was just really really late and I was tired. |D I shall try again when he wakes up from his coma. -grumbleathowmuchIhateconflictsoIshalltrytomakeitallhappyagain:)- ]]
I hated arguments. It was like everything one person said, it went through one ear and out the other for the other, because they were to busy thinking of come backs for the previous things I said. Didn't he hear that I'd rather him think I was a jerk then go along with it? That meant leaving. So if he was trying to make me feel bad with his little sad attitude, it worked. Couldn't he just leave me alone?
It was like he knew he was playing around with me, making me mad, then making me apologetic, then making me even more mad, then feeling depressed by the way he left. I don't regret him leaving, I regret how it he did. (That's officially their theme song. I love that song. :u) I was hoping that my apology would show that I was kind of confused, but he was too busy thinking about how a girl said 'no' to him, for once.
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So, yes, I tried looking in Conner's point of view for the next ten minutes, but all I could see was him telling me not to judge him. Again, he let my words go out one ear and out the other! You have to judge people to a certain extent! And I was being careful, not wanting to choose a man like him. And I won't let him change my mind. Isn't that what girls always had trouble doing? They let their standards settle so that they can please the guy, and they end up hurt. So if Conner wants to be that guy that makes me feel bad for having standards set for men, then I won't let myself think about him any-
"Get out of the way!"
My eyebrows shot up as I heard a door slam open, wheels speeding down the hallway. It wasn't every day I got to see something like this when I was here, and curiosity kept me from staying put. Running to the door, I looked out the window so I wouldn't be in the doctor's way. I couldn't see the patient but I could see blood. Everywhere. Something just happened.
As the doctors sped down the hallway and turned, all I could see was messy, brown (I think) hair, matted with blood on the bed before they sped down the hallway to the emergency room. I knew that hair anywhere, even if it was drenched with his blood.
I ran even faster then the doctors as I ran passed my mothers door, and ran down the hallway. This was such a big emergency I'm guessing, that the wheels on Conner's actually made marks on the tile. My stomach twisted but I swallowed down bile as I ran to the room where he was taken, already being put in wires and a mask for oxygen. I wasn't really thinking, now I understand how people in movies feel when they see a loved one - or in this case, a 'friend' or 'acquaintance'. It's like they can't control themselves from coming inside, even if they know the one way the patient can live is if you leave the doctors alone and stay outside.
But I couldn't go outside. The last thing I could do was go out of the room. Coming inside, I went to the side of the bed where Conner lay. "What happened?" I said, my voice screaming over their machines and clanging of their utensils to help with what ever they'll do to Conner.
"Ma'am you have to stay outside."
The man's voice sounded authoritative but not intimidating. Like he's done this before. I shook my head stubbornly, impulsively grabbing a hold of Conner's hand and hoping that would somehow bring him back to reality and open his eyes. "Why don't I see him breathing?" He was breathing, you could see the monitor, but it was barely.
"Ma'am, we can't work on him until you stay outside."
Finally, after 20 long seconds of me saying no, one of the doctors easily grabbed my arms and pulled me out of the room. "No! I have to stay! I have to know what happened! Please, he needs someone here to-" The door slammed in my face. I watched through the window, the guy that threw me out back by Conner, cleaning him off.
I held my stomach. Not now! I couldn't do this now! I rushed to the bathroom, not being able to hold myself together, and did the one thing that felt right, right now. I vomited in the toilet.
[[I think a coma would be good enough for his brother to come, right? If not, let me know what you want to do, I don't care. :D But, if so, and if you'll make a post of him waking up like a couple days later from the coma, Paradise will be on those sofa's, sleeping. I was tempted to make it dramatic, like she had to give her blood for him. And then I was like 'She's already too much of a stalker' |D
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OH. And we'll say she's wearing a white blouse and a pencil skirt. ;) Maybe, she just came from a job interview or something. |D ]]
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[[Vin, I need your help. D: There is this role play I wanna' join, but personality is required. Can you describe to me Paradise? Like, seriously, not in a kidding way. |D 'Cause I have no idea how to describe characters with out making a mary sue. Please help me, da' slots will be filled soon. D:
Heelllpp... Meeee.... ]]
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"I'm here for Connor. Connor Short? He's my brother."
The nurse looked up at the sound of a deep, musical, slightly accented voice. She was a happily married woman, but just looking at the man made her swoon. He was... Damn. Any woman, married or not, had to appreciate how he looked. Hell, even guys had to be jealous of that!
"Visiting hours are over..." The nurse mumbled, grabbing some papers on Connor's file. "But, I can make an exception. Your brother, it appears, has fallen into a coma. I'm very sorry."
Ethan patted the shaky hand the nurse had laid on his arm. He flashed her a winning smile, one that might have blinded himself if he looked into a mirror at that moment.
"I deeply appreciate your concern, ma'am. But, if you'd let me, I'd like to visit my brother anyways. I want to be there when he wakes up."
"Oh, I understand honey. That's awfully nice of you. You two must be so close!"
Ethan smiled at the nurse's comment, patting her hand once again as they walked to Connor's room. He tried, all the time, to get close to Connor again, but the boy just wouldn't have it. There was only three years difference between the two, but it was enough.
When they reached Connor's room, in intensive care, Ethan stopped and smiled once again at the nurse, who looked reluctant to leave his side, and his muscular arm. But, with a heavy sigh, she returned his smile and walked away.
Ethan sucked in a deep breath, took off his travelling jacket and opened the door. What he saw was heartbreaking: Connor on the bed, one arm propped up and wrapped in a cast, the same with one of his legs. He had bandages wrapped around his head, including one of his eyes. His nose was obviously broken and he deep, stitched gashes all along his lip and chin. His lip ring was missing, presumably ripped out during the accident.
Ethan walked over to the bed, not even noticing that Paradise was asleep on the couch. He took his brother's cut and bruised hand, the one not in a cast, and held it gingerly between his two own.
"Oh, Connor. Que has hecho? ... What have you done?"
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[[ I'm back. <3 Guess what? Me and Wolfie talked about you in our role play. :u You should feel... Scared. ]]
Though Ethan didn't notice, I was in a light sleep, my knees close to my chest, my head resting on the back cushion of the sofa. I had just fallen asleep when I heard,
"Oh, Conner. Que has hecho? ... What have you done?"
I jumped up as though someone tickled me, my blue eyes widening to turn and see a man's back towards me. A toned, muscular, sculpted back that made my throat dry. Realizing my position on the sofa wasn't appropriate, I put my feet on the floor - I had taken my heels off when I came in, so my footsteps were silent. - and stood up to straighten myself out.
"Who are you?"
My soft voice pierced into the dead silence. My smoothed out my black pencil skirt that reached the top of my knees, and my white blouse. Once that was done, I ran a hand through my brown locks. I had straightened it for the job interview for the cafe - where I met Conner. I couldn't help that coincidence in that. ( I thought they could have another awkward moment once she works there. |D He brings another date and she has to serve them. |D Awkward moment. Big time. ) - and I already knew I was a shoe in for the position. I was the only one there that didn't have baggy pants, a bad attitude, and my cleavage grabbing everyone's attention.
I chewed on my lip nervously. Just because I was more comfortable around Conner now to get mad at him didn't mean my shyness for every other handsome devil in the world was gone. I put my hands behind my back, interlocked them, and squeezed until my fingers were white. I gave him a sheepish smile before walking over to the other side of Conner so I could see the man better.
He looked like a model. Or a guy in someone's dreams. Maybe even an angel. My cheeks burned as I finally got a good look at him, my blue eyes looking back at his. Swallowing convulsively, I lost my voice. The guy made me speechless. Was he used to girls looking at him this way, like they just found the love of their life? I impulsively looked away from his gaze, feeling self conscious about how I looked all of a sudden.
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[[ I'm very mad at you, Vin. >.< ]]
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[[ Awkward moment at the Coffee Shop.... >3 ]]
Ethan stiffened as he heard a voice behind him. It took him a second, but he finally relaxed, his shoulders visibly sinking down to their normal position. He wasn't one to jump when he got scared, no. He only tightened up a bit. Of course, it always took quite a bit to scare the man completely.
Ethan turned his head slightly, catching the girl's appearance from the corner of his eye. He held in the smile as he looked her over discreetly. Well, he understood what all the talk was about. The girl, well, she was stunning. There was no doubting that...
"I'm Ethan," The man said, flashing the girl one of his stunning smiles. "And you must be Paradise. My brother here has said so many good things about you." As he said this, the hand he was holding twitched.... Connor was waking up.
Connor slowly peeled his eyes open, not being able to focus on anything for a moment. Finally, his vision focused enough to realize that a certain man was at his bed side. The man on the bed cracked his lips open, licking them before speaking.
"Ethan, you bastard. Don't ever f***ing touch me again." His voice was just above a whisper, but in the silence of the room, it was a loud command. Connor pulled his hand from Ethan's grasp, not caring about the pain, nor the few stitches in his shoulder that popped as he did so.
"Get away from my bed."
"Now, Connor. Listen up... I'm just here to make sure you're okay. Don't be like this..."
Connor winced as he tried to sit up, unsuccessfully, of course. If anything made Connor wish he had died in that accident, it would be seeing Ethan the first moment he woke up. He was in such a rage over his brother being there, he hadn't even noticed Paradise in the room.
"Get. Out."
Connor's voice was a growl. It could have been from rage, that, or the fact his throat was completely sore and cracked. He didn't care. Ethan needed to get out of that room. Now.
"Connor... I'm your brother."
Connor stopped moving completely, his eyes wide as he looked at his brother.
"You're dead to me. Get out."
Then, the unthinkable happened. Connor burst out in tears. As he cried harder and harder, his heart rate sped up, obvious from the monitor he was connected to. Pam walked in, looked at Connor, concern showing bright on her face. She turned her head to Ethan, her look suddenly becoming cold.
"Ethan. You need to get out, now." The older woman said, grabbing Connor's brother by the arm and pulling him out the door. "Paradise... You can stay."
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At Ethan's voice, the tips of my ears immediately burned. I couldn't help my curiosity at his next statement. "Like what?" I asked, to his talking about how Conner spoke of me. What did he say? Oh goodness, I wanted to know, even if I didn't want to be around him anymore. I guess Conner was making me a bit bipolar. Or crazy.
When Conner first opened his eyes, I was waiting to see relief at seeing his brother, Ethan. He had support here, and it made me realize that his family wasn't around. I made a mental note of asking him later.
I felt kind of like a third wheel before I saw the look on Conner's face as he saw his brother. I was awaiting happiness, but I saw anger instead. My cheeks burned at his language before looking up at Ethan, curiosity piqued as I wondered what had happened between the too.
I watched as Ethan was taken out, my cheeks still red at the whole event, and feeling completely in a different world at seeing Conner cry. Once the nurse and Ethan were out of the room, there was a awkward silence as I looked back at Conner with wide blue eyes. It could have been awkward because I just told him I didn't want to see him any more not a couple days before. But, I completely forgot about that argument when I saw those tears. I didn't know what to say so I didn't say anything. I stood by his bed, keeping my eyes on anything but on his, keeping the hand Ethan hadn't been holding in my grasp.
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Connor didn't stop the tears as they flowed. The saltiness burned and stung his wounds, dragging wet lines down his red cheeks. At that moment, he didn't care that Paradise was in the room. He didn't care that he was crying, and he didn't care about his physical pain. The only thing that was on his mind was Elizabeth, his twin sister.
Finally, Connor stopped. He sat on the bed, eyes closed, barely noticing the fact Paradise was there, at his bed side, wearing what she was, and holding his hand. He twitched his hand, frowning from the restriction. He opened his eyes and saw a hand covering his own. His eyes trailed up the arm, landing on a familiar face.
"Paradise."
Connor whispered her name, painfully bringing his free hand up to his face to wipe away his tears. He had just cried in front of a girl. One who wasn't interested in him. One who had to be appalled by his girly show of emotion. He was pathetic.
Connor finally let his eyes take in the girl's full image. She was wearing a pencil skirt and a nice dress shirt... It wasn't racy, nor too revealing, but it did it for Connor. Naughty Librarian... Dirty Secretary? Lawyer... Well, if that was the case, he'd plead guilty any day.
Connor bit his lip as his heart monitor started to increase slightly. That was embarrassing. He didn't want the girl to know how much of an effect he had on her. No, that was not something he wanted her to know at all.
"Why are you here? I thought you were... done with me."
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I kept myself silent as he cried, letting my thumb brush his knuckles in a comforting matter. Once he sees me, I hope I wouldn't have to explain myself for being here.
I had no reason to feel guilty, but I did. Who wouldn't, after telling someone they weren't interested, and a second later, hearing that he wasn't breathing? Obviously, anyone with a beating heart would want to cry, and apologize, and give in to whatever it was the other wanted. Obviously, I wouldn't do that. But still... I felt guilty.
"Paradise."
I heard Conner's voice that could always entrance me - though this time much more scratchy - take me from my thoughts. I blinked, looking down at him. Glad that he was finished, I had a impulse to reach out and wipe his cheeks. But I didn't want him to think I was leading him on for nothing, so I stayed with keeping his hand in my own, tightly.
I was just about to ask how he was, maybe why he was crying if I had the nerve, until he said: "Why are you here? I thought you were... Done with me?"
I smirked at the question. Well, obviously, I was done with him, if you wanted to be technical. I didn't want another date. But what heartless person wouldn't come in and see if he was alright? I did care about how he was doing, so it wasn't just because of my guilt for arguing at the wrong time with him. I didn't like seeing him so fragile, so we'll save that for another time. If we had another time.
"Conner, you got in a car accident right after an argument with me. Do you really find me so heartless as to not make sure you'd wake up?"
The question wasn't accusation. More of a answer a question with another answer. I chewed on my lip, my free hand running through pin - straight bangs.
"You scared me." I admitted more genuinely then my before more friendly tone. "They said you would've died. You weren't breathing... Do you remember any of it?"
He probably didn't remember me running like a maniac after him, fighting the doctors for a whole five minutes just to hold his hand, so I wouldn't say that part. My cheeks reddened at the thought of him knowing. He'd have that one on me for a long time.
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Connor was beyond hurt when Paradise smiled at his question. No, smirked. Did he really mean that little to her? Apparently so. He could bring her to the nicest restaurant in town, cover all his tattoos and take his lip ring out for her, but no. He still wasn't savvy enough for her. Maybe he'd just set her up with Ethan...
"So, you feel bad because we got into a fight before my accident?" Connor said, slipping his hand out of Paradise's. He didn't want to touch her. He didn't even want to see her. She was making him sick. "But hey, you know, just let me wake up to my bastard of a brother, then you."
Connor was bitter, and hurt, and just plain angry. He jerked his hand away from the girl, wincing from the pain of it.
"I'm sure you wouldn't have felt terrible if I never woke up. Then you wouldn't have to have scum like me hitting on you all the time," Connor said, practically spitting it out. Half from pain, half from rage. "So, what were you scared of? Not of losing me? Maybe you were scared I tried to commit suicide because of you. Well, you've treated me like crap, Paradise. And I wouldn't even begin to hurt myself over you."
Connor scowled at the girl, just wanting her out. And did he remember any of it? Hm. He'd been in a coma for the last few days. What was there to remember?
"I don't remember anything, except you fawning over my brother when I woke up. I'm sure you were really scared for me after you saw him here."
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[[ How did I miss posting this? O.o ]]
As Conner pulled his hand out of mine, I frowned, my eyebrow furrowing in pure confusion. I chewed on my lip as he spoke, finding none of it true. Come on, Conner! He was reading to much into what I said! I was genuinely scared for him, not just because if he woke up, I'd look like the bad guy. Who had such a sick mind that they would think like that?
Well. Apparently Conner.
I clenched my jaw, my cheeks burning, as he told me I treated him like crap. Yes, my guilt was still there. But still... Did he seriously think just because a girl turned him down, he found that as acting like he was nothing? Seriously, I was so close to saying that I was glad I said no to another date. He needs to learn a lesson or two about taking no as an answer, and not making it such a big deal that he didn't get what he wanted. He was acting like a toddler!
To be honest, there was a small moment where I forgot about Conner on the hospital bed when I first saw Ethan, but that didn't mean I didn't care. That didn't mean I was the bad guy here. By the end of his expressive rage, I had backed away from the bed so I was standing close by the door. I was speechless, wondering how he found the nerve to say those things to me. None of them true.
"You're putting words in my mouth, Conner."
I said defensively. Fawning over his brother? My jaw worked. "You have a lot of nerve saying that. Because any time I was around you, I saw you fawning over other girls practically the whole time." Well... Not the whole time, but he'd get the point. I didn't defend myself, saying I was no where near fawning for his brother.
Because I really had. Who wouldn't? In the back of my mind, I wondered if he was still in the hospital. Walking to the couch, I quickly slipped on my heels, chewing on my lip to keep myself from saying anything else as I walked out the door.
Back from hiatus. Open to more roleplays!
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