After about 30 minutes, 40 curse words, and about 23 of what sounds like something breaking, cracking, or spilling and making a huge mess that I will have to clean up later, Connor came back into the living room, with some food on a tray and set the tray next to me. I looked up at him and saw that he was wearing my kitty pink apron with what looks like flour, syrup, eggs, and some kind of mystery stain all over it (what did my poor apron ever do to you).His face is covered in flour and his hands have a little something... all over.
"Thanks, but you should go wash up. You have a little something... all over," I say as I gesture towards him.
"Ok, you eat, don't worry about the mess, I will clean it up," he says reading my mind. "Ughhhhh, fine" I responded, grabbing the fork and taking a bite of the waffle, while he was walking up the stairs. It tasted surprising... good. I eat most of it but I never really had a big appetite. I walked into the kitchen to see what the damage was, and to put my plate up, when I saw Connor putting away what looked like the last bowl into the dishwasher. He turns around and grabs my plate and tosses it in the dishwasher and starts it. He wipes his forehead dramatically and stares at me with a huge grin on his face. Geez this guy has the soul of a little boy.
"Good boy" I say as I reach my hand out to pat his head. Instead he grabs my hand and brings it to his lips, and places a small kiss on the knuckle. I was paralyzed, no one has ever done that, never. To be fair, I never really got close to anyone except for Charles, Nathan, Hannah, Marri, and Elizabeth. I quickly backed away, and just stared at him, confused on what I'm supposed to do next. He looks at me with amusement, THIS IS NOT FUNNY.
"Where are we going today?" I ask turning my head and pouting, instead of answering my question, he picks me up bridal style and carries me to my room, he sets me down on the bed and heads to my closet.
"What are you doing, and where are we going?" I asked
"Where are we going?" I repeated when he didn't respond
"I am going to take you somewhere special" he replies huffing and stomping out of my closet.
"I don't understand girls, too many clothes. Wear something nice we leave in 2 hours." He says walking out of my room and I assume heading to his room. I walked in my closet and start going through my clothes. I am not that much of a fashion craze girl, most of these clothes Hannah forced me to get, and/or she threw them in my closet and I couldn't be bothered to take them out. I searched my closet until I found a red short dress with a black lace pattern on the bottom. Nathan got me this dress when we had to go to some meetings about silver tear. I called Hannah and I swear she almost made me deaf, she screamed so loud. About a minute after I heard the screech of her car, I looked out the window to see the car 2 inches away from the garage door. Before I even made my way back to the bed Hannah slammed the door open and pulled out an entire makeup store from her bag. She rushed over to me but stopped mid way and just stared at me with a huge grin on her face.
"What?" I asked
"umm... you have a few things on your neck." She replied by taking out her mirror and holding it up for me to see. Freak, there they were in all their glory, hickeys, all over my neck and collar bone. After she piled on the foundation so no one could see the marks, she began her marvelous make up journey that took her 2 hours, 62 different products, and about 40 different hairstyles for her to finally decide on twin buns, with a bubble gum pink lipstick, and some natural makeup. After Hannah finished she rushed out of the house and I swear when she ran out of the house before I could blink she was in the car, and sped away without even buckling up.