An aspect of this was requested by @sparklegay so hurrah sequels!

I'm really bad at author's notes lmao

Kevin's POV

"Connor!" I call out.

"What?!" A voice screams from the other room.

"Can I have some more coffee?" I ask sweetly. 

"Kevin, we're not supposed to have coffee."

"Eh," I say, shrugging despite the fact that Connor can't see me. "I got addicted back when, y'know..." Right after I got the Book of Mormon shoved up my ass. 

"You've already had two cups today anyways," Connor says, appearing at the door with a disgruntled look on his face. He's clearly annoyed that no one else is here to give him a break from me. Sucks to be him- he volunteered.

"Only two?"

Connor groans, and I grin. "I'm not getting you any more coffee Kevin."

I huff. "Fine, I'll get my own."

"No-" But it's too late for Connor. I'm already shuffling to my feet and haplessly grabbing my crutches from the side of my bed, sticking my plastered covered leg in front of me as I stand carefully on my other leg and stick the crutches underneath my arms. 

"Don't be stupid Kevin," Connor mumbles, standing behind me in case I fall. I'm three inches taller than him, however. I'd only knock him over. 

"I'm never stupid," I say, limping my way over from the couch to the kitchen. The doctor won't let me go upstairs to sleep on my own bed, preferring I stay on the main floor and sit only the sofa. This means that Connor, my volunteer caretaker, has been sleeping in a sleeping bag on the floor next to me. It's incredibly endearing to be able to roll over at night and see him next to me, adorably asleep- FLICK THE LIGHT SWITCH.

I finally reach the counter and lean my hip against it as I grab my coffee mug from a shelf (the only mug there) and reach to grab the small coffee pot I got from Mafala. I pour the warm brown liquid into my mug while standing shakily on one leg and putting the pot back.

"You good?" Connor asks, still in the Mama Bird phase after three weeks of watching after me.

"Yup," I say, sipping my coffee. Mmm.

"I'm never going to get over that mug," Connor says, snickering, causing me to laugh a little as well. It's a Mickey Mouse mug with the handle being Mickey's arm, the cup the body, and the bottom his legs. It's a classic. 

"It's awesome, right?" I say.

"Definitely," Connor says smiling. Something about the look in his eye, almost admiration, sparks something inside me. Something new that made me want to act the way I did right after I broke my leg- Why have metaphorical light switches if they're not going to work?

"Almost as awesome as you," I say, leaning forwards with a smirk.

Connor blushes slightly, grinning, before looking at me. "Kevin, be careful on your crutches."

"I need to be careful around you."

"Kevin, seriously." His attention isn't so much on my expression as my wavering balance. The blush has almost disappeared.

"Are you religious?" I ask. "Because you're the answer to all my prayers."

"Kevin, we're missionaries."

"On a mission to-" I leaned too far.

WHOMP.

SMASH.

silence

"My leGGGggGgggggGGGGgGgggg!!!!!"

"Heavenly Father, send help," Connor grumbles before stooping down to hoist my torso up and drag me back to the couch. I watch in dismay as the shards of my mug and the pool of coffee sit in desolation on the kitchen floor. 

"Kevin, you idiot," Connor says, finally getting me onto the couch after hurting my leg for the second time in three weeks. 

I stay silent for a moment, my leg throbbing. "Are you French? Because Eiffel for you."

Connor stares at me for a moment, at my pitiful state and my even more pitiful joke, before bursting into laughter. I smile, and he only laughs more. Soon he's doubled over, gasping for air between guffaws. 

"You good?" I ask when he straightens back up, wiping his eyes.

"Never been better," he says. "Never... ever." 

"I'm glad my pain amuses you," I say dryly.

"You're pain..." Connor looks at me blankly before starting again. "Oh em gosh, Kev, your leg! Do you need me to get the doctor?"

"I'll be fine," I say waving him off. Famous last words.

"Alright..." Connor says. "Here, put on a movie. I'll clean up the coffee, and then we'll watch whatever you choose."

"Sounds good," I say. I lean over to the DVD player one of the elders thoughtfully put on the coffee table in front of me along with a stack of movies. I sift through them and decide on The Little Mermaid, a classic. As I pop it into the DVD tray, my eyes shift to Connor hunched over the mess I made and carefully picking up the shards of mug. I feel awful for creating such a spectacle of myself, but I can't let Connor know. He'd only laugh at me more. And I probably shouldn't bring up those stupid pick up lines.

Finally Connor sits next to where my head is propped on a pillow, and I begin the movie. Luckily I have the whole thing memorized, because I can only half pay attention. Connor's black-cloth covered thigh is right next to my face, and how am I supposed to concentrate on the movie when that is happening?!

Connor begins to mouth along to "Part of Your World" as I watch him. Whenever his eyes flicker over to me, I turn back to the TV and pretend nothing's happening. But such close proximity is only making my brain think of more stupid pick up lines. What is happening to me?! 

Connor's POV

I look down at Kevin, who I could have sworn was looking at me. Instead he's watching the TV furtively and I feel like an idiot.

His pick up lines earlier were awful, but I have to say he looked really cute when he was saying them. And now, sitting next to me and humming along to "Kiss the Girl".

Kevin's POV

There you see her
Sitting there across the way
She don't got a lot to say
But there's something about her
And you don't know why
But you're dyin' to try
You wanna kiss the girl

Conner's POV

Yes, you want her
Look at her, you know you do
Possible she want you too
There is one way to ask her
It don't take a word
Not a single word
Go on and kiss the girl

I take a deep breath, and look down at Kevin. Yeah. It don't take a word. It's definitely possible he wants me too... after the pick up line fiasco and earlier right after he broke his leg.

Kevin's POV

I look up at Connor, and see him already looking at me. I don't look away, though, and neither does he. 

Connor's POV

Look like the boy too shy
Ain't gonna kiss the girl
Sha la la la la la
Ain't that sad?
Ain't it a shame? Too bad
He gonna miss the girl

I've been shy for far too long. I can't miss this boy.

Kevin's earthy brown eyes look at me gently, and before I can overthink it, I swoop down and kiss him lightly and quickly before pulling away.

Kevin's POV

Connor's cheeks bloom with scarlet as I take in what just happened. Lips. Touching. Each other.

Don't be scared
You got the mood prepared
Go on and kiss the girl

I lean up and kiss him again, pulling away softly. 

Sha la la la la la
Don't stop now
Don't try to hide it
How you want to kiss the girl

He grins and holds my cheek gently, leaning back down for a longer kiss.

Sha la la la la la
Float along
And listen to the song
The song say, "kiss the girl"

The movie continues to play in the background as we kiss, carefully and caringly. 

Sha la la la la
Music play
Do what the music say
You got to kiss the girl
You've got to kiss the girl
You wanna kiss the girl
You've gotta kiss the girl
Go on and kiss the girl

I'm kissing the boy.

James' POV

I walk into the hut, back early from a baptism in the next village. I can hear "Kiss the Girl" from the living room- Elder Price must be watching a Disney Movie again. 

I walk into the living room, and stumble back as I'm greeted with the sit of Elder Price kissing Elder McKinley on the couch.

I stand there for a second before walking into the kitchen to a puddle of coffee.

"Nope." I say.

I walk out of the house. Not today.

Bonus Connor's POV

I walk into Kevin's room as he stretches his leg, the bandages better than the old cast by far. He grins up at me from his bed, and I smile back. How can I not?

 I sit down heavily next to him and hold out the box that came this morning finally.

"Hey," he says, leaning over to kiss my nose and take the box from my hands.

"How's life without the cast?"

"So much better," he says laughing. "No more jumping off rooftops for a while."

"Ever," I correct.

"That's what I said."

I scoff.

"What's in this?" He asks, examining the simple cardboard box.

"You'll need to open it to see won't you?"

He rolls his eyes and peels back the tape, opening the box gently. He pulls apart the styrofoam packaging and gasps. "Mickey?"

It's a perfect replica of the mug that he broke the day we got together. "Oh, it's perfect Connor. You didn't need to get me this!"

"I wanted to," I say, and he leans forwards to press a sweet kiss to my lips. 

"Okay, but I have something for you too," he says, and pulls out an identical box from next to his bed. He hands it to me and I eagerly tear it open, not nearly as gentle as Kevin was. I pull apart the styrofoam and clap my hands together eagerly. 

It's a Minnie mug to go with his Mickey. The arm is her arm and the cup is her dress and the bottom are her feet. Kevin put a little note inside: Will you be my Minnie?

"Yes," I breathe, and kiss him passionately. "Thank you Kev!"

"Of course," he smirks. "So, you can, like, drink water from that or whatever instead of coffee."

"It's perfect," I sigh. 

"No, you are," he says. And the cheesiness is well appreciated and executed this time.

1726 words you guys I should get a medal.

So I made this one super long 'cause I have a cello concert tonight and probably won't be able to update so you'll get a new one tomorrow morning! Thank you for reading and I hope you liked this uber-long chapter!!!

Until next time mes amigos! (I'm learning spanish and french but I know more french so like sorry for mistakes)

-Em