Connor's POV

When Michael smiled back at me, I felt... weird. No, wait, it was before that. When I told him about the commissions and stuff. That smile when he said it was cool...

What the fuck am I even saying? That makes no fucking sense. Just.. it made me smile back. It felt nice. Nice that someone actually seemed to fucking appreciate the fact I wanna do art for a career. I mean, I've only known this guy for like, 11 days. 11 fucking days! But... just... it feels... I feel like maybe we count as friends? Already? After 11 days. I'm aware of how fucking ridiculous that sounds. I know that only watching movies and talking shit about some of the questionable decisions doesn't really do much for bonding but, it's fun, I guess? And... I'd been getting Michael to talk more about the things he's interested in. He just seems so passionate...

Okay. That was fucking weird.

That was... I don't even know how the fuck to describe that. That sounds so fucking.. soft. The infatuated kind of soft. What the actual fuck? Why the fuck does that sound like- what the fucking hell? How the fuck does that sound soft?

Guess I'm just gonna ignore that even happened.

I woke up the earlier of us, as usual. Ha, we've only known each other for 11 days and we already a have an 'us'. I checked my clock. 7 AM, Michael wouldn't wake for another hour at least. I got off of my bed and walked into the kitchen. I started making myself breakfast, and by the time I'd finished, I heard a door open. "Oh, look who just woke up!" I said, sounding really casual for some reason. My comment caused Michael to chuckle, and I just felt myself smile.

"That they did," Michael commented back, laughing. The way his eyes creased when he laughed, eyes light with joy... a warmth bubbled up in my chest.

Wait, what?

I blinked. Michael was busy combing his hair so I had time to register what I'd just felt. Okay, so that was fucking weird, but I'm sure it's nothing. "Mhm," I agreed. I sat down on one of the couches and started eating the sandwich I'd made myself. Michael walked into the kitchen to make his own breakfast and my eyes were following him. "You're making yourself breakfast, right?" Michael's laugh could be heard in the kitchen.

"Why the hell do you think I'm in the kitchen in the first place?" I rolled my eyes slightly and turned my body around so I was facing the kitchen and Michael's back.

"I don't know, there's a lot of things you can do in the kitchen. Like, for example, pouring yourself something to drink," I joked, or, at least, was trying to. Michael turned his head slightly.

"Well, I'm not," he laughed. I just smiled more at his laugh, for some reason. "Wow, you're very smiley this morning, what's up?" The warmth in my body traveled into my cheeks as I started blushing, out of fucking nowhere. What the actual fuck? Apparently, my vocal chords decided they were going to fail as well.

"I'm not- am I- oh god, I'm fucking- what am I even saying? I don't actually know. Maybe I just feel really happy today or something. It's weird." I didn't even know why I was stammering, it's a perfectly simple question to ask. I didn't have a fucking clue. I'm not even embarrassed by the fact I'm smiling so much. I'm just fucking smiling like this because I thought of Michael.

And it's only been 11 days. It's not like I could go and develop feelings that fast. I can't develop feelings that fast, it's not possible. I just feel happy that Michael seems supportive of the career I'm working towards. Sure we're living together, but that doesn't necessarily mean I'd develop feelings that fast. It just feels nice to have a supportive friend and just that. A supportive friend. That's all Michael is, I don't have feelings for him. We've only known each other for 11 days! 11! I definitely don't have a so-called crush on him.

"Connor?"

"Yes?" I blinked out of my state. It was like I was just waking from some daydream or something.

"Nothing, it's just you went quiet."

"Oh, I'm just thinking about something." I suddenly sat up on the couch. "That reminds me, I'm supposed to be meeting Evan and Jared today." I got off of the couch and Michael was now full-on facing me. There was a sorry excuse for a fried egg hanging off of a fork in his hand.

"Haven't they been fighting?" He asked. I laughed a little.

"That's true. But, the fight is about my sister. Now, Mikey, I have a reason to believe that Jared is super fucking jealous." I felt myself smirk and Michael seemed to pick up on what was implied immediately. He smirked a bit himself but didn't say a word. I turned around. "Well, I should get going! See you later!" I ignored the warm feeling I felt as I left the room.

I found Evan and Jared standing beside the entrance to a wooded area that was near to their dorm building. Typical Hansen. Evan loved trees. Evan noticed me first. "Oh um, hi Con!" I waved back at him. Jared was gazing at me like he meant business. I eventually arrived at the place. Jared cornered me, leading to my back being close to a tree.

"So Connor, are you gonna tell us about your roommate?"

"Jared-" Jared ignored him, flashing him a glare. I narrowed my gaze.

"Why are you so set on wanting me to tell you about my feelings regarding my roommate? He's just a simple roommate, can't you just accept that?" Jared seemed to completely ignore the second sentence.

"Feelings?" His tone was one that I downright hate. That sort of teasing, inquiring, sly whatever the fuck tone. Why did he do that tone...?

'feelings regarding my roommate'

Fuck. Bad word choice.

"It's not like that," I stated angrily. "He's just a simple roommate, there's nothing special about him that you seem to believe judging by your tone. We are simply friends, 'kay? Now can we please drop this ridiculous subject you seem to believe or something?"

"I um... I uh, agree with Connor! Please uh, please drop it uh, Jared. He uh, clearly uh... doesn't think that um..." Evan trailed off. I looked at Evan and nodded, who smiled slightly. Jared just smirked.

"Whatever you say, Con," he said quietly. I glared at him. I definitely wasn't going to bring up that weird ass feeling I felt earlier as Jared would take it the wrong way anyways. At least when I get home I can hang out with Michael and forget about this entire conversation. "Ohohoho, someone's smiling~~~~." I blinked and then glared at at him, scowling.

"Drop it. There are many reasons for a smile, so just don't assume, 'kay?" Evan was just shifting uncomfortably while Jared and I were having our conversation. Jared threw his hands up, in defeat, I assumed.

"Okay! Whatever! I'll stop talking about it." He turned around and finally let Evan into the conversation. "So what were we planning to do?" He asked us both. Evan just looked at me expectantly.

"You just said that we're gonna meet," I reminded. "You never went much farther than that." Jared facepalmed.

"Fuck." I snickered a bit. Jared then looked up again. "How about a walk in the woods? I don't know." Evan seemed to look calmer at the mention of that. I thought it over.

"Okay, sure. Whatever." Jared glanced at me

"Hm. If it were your roommate asking would you seem more excited?" I felt my cheeks warm for some reason, probably anger. Jared's eyes widened slightly before his expression turned into a big smirk.

"Shut the fuck up, asshole. It's not like that. We're just friends." Jared just nodded and turned around. "We hardly know each other anyways." Jared only looked back at me, remaining silent. We then walked into the wooded area, and I tried to ignore the conversation even happened.