Connor's POV

I was sitting in my old room. God, it was a fucking mess. Had I not bothered to clean it up before I left three weeks ago? Because in its current state it looked fucking awful. There were various pages of discarded sketches scattered about the floor, a poster on my wall was starting to lose its stick. It's fucking pigsty. Not that I'm gonna clean it now, that'd be pointless. I didn't really know why exactly I was in my old room but maybe it was because I figured, why the fuck not? I don't fucking know.

I was looking up at the ceiling when I heard the sound of paper being shuffled, probably someone walking on the discarded sketches. I turned my head and saw Zoe standing by my door. She was smirking, like she had at the dinner table, for some reason. When I had looked at her, she took that as a signal to come and join me on my bed by sitting on it. She remained silent and I just looked back up at my  sister with confusion. Is she going to speak or not? Zoe then gazed at me. "Someone here is in love~," she finally said with a teasing tone.

"Well, then it must be you because I'm not in love... with anyone. Who's the lucky guy, or girl? Evan? Is it him?" Zoe narrowed her gaze and then sighed with disappointment.

"Connor. Connor, you have a crush on your roommate!" She announced as if I hadn't heard this really fucking ridiculous notion a thousand times already. Seriously, why does everyone seem to think that I like Michael in that way?! Why is it so fucking hard to swallow that I don't have feelings for him? And even if I did have the feelings that everyone seems to believe are true, who's to say he'd even like me in return?

"Not you too!" I sat up. My face was burning but I ignored it. "Zo, listen. I do not like him in that way, okay? We're just friends! Why the fuck is that so fucking hard to believe?! Plus, it's only been three weeks, so how I could I possibly like him?" Zoe clapped her hands together and brought them up to her face, taking a deep breath. She then sighed and brought her hands down.

"Oh my God. He's so deep in his denial," she whispered to herself. I looked at her blankly, what the fuck am I denying exactly? Zoe then looked back at me. "Con, it's very possible that you could like him after three weeks. Well, like him in that way. It only being three weeks means nothing when it comes whether you are attracted to him or not. So, that excuse is bullshit." She looked at me smugly after that, as if she talked sense into me.

"Even if that's true, it doesn't mean I like him." I stated and Zoe just stared at me.

"Oh my god you are such a Tsundere," She muttered. What the fuck is she talking about? I've never heard of that term before. Zoe continued on. "Anyways. You mean to tell me that your smile we when we were all seated at the table was just for nothing? Not to mention, how much it softened when talking about how- just how 'cute' he was when he talked about things he's passionate about? You actually used the term cute." Her teasing tone was back. I felt myself blush and I looked at the black duvet. I felt myself smile as well

"Yeah, he just- it just makes me feel really warm and fuzzy inside, to see him smile like that. To see him smile in general. He also has these like, oak-brown eyes, which are kinda pret- What am I saying? I don't like him in that way." Zoe's face immediately fell from a soft smile to an angry frown.

"Jesus fucking Christ Connor," she groaned, facepalming. She brought her face close enough to mine. "How can you still be denying it to yourself? And you can't use the three week excuse so don't even try. You were literally just speaking super 'in love'ly about him and you still are denying it to yourself?"

"So what if I did have feelings? What exactly would I do about it? Michael won't like me back, would he?" Zoe just looked at me. I was still having a hard believing this claim.  I was now sitting with my legs off of the bed, looking at my sister with a flat expression.

"Okay, first, you do have feelings for him, just admit it to yourself. Because, it's true. The reason why everyone seems to think you like Michael and won't let up and accept your claim that you're merely friends? It's because you're not, you like him, and are probably aware of it being true but you don't want to admit it to yourself. Secondly, you do not know that, Michael could like you in the same way." Zoe then closed her mouth as if satisfied with her statement. Wow. I never thought I'd get lectured by my younger sister.

"What would you say if I told you I did have a crush on him?" I asked cautiously after a while of silence. Zoe turned her head around and smirked again. She scooted closer to me on the bed. She put her face closer to mine.

"Are you saying what I think you're saying?" She asked, smirk growing wider. I lowered my head so that my hair would fall into my eyes.

"What the fuck do you think I'm saying?" I asked back, sounding a little angry.

"Aw, Wonnor, that's adowable!" She said, giggling slightly after using that tone of voice. I whipped my head up, glaring at her with a disgusted expression.

"Tease me all the fuck you want, hell, tease me about my fucking stupidity if you want! But never, ever, use that tone again, please." I shuddered as Zoe was still smirking. She then got off of my old bed and left the room, probably to go to hers which was next door. I was left alone in my old room, to think about the lecture I'd just had.