Connor's POV

I was sitting on the couch when I heard the door open. I turned my head to find myself gazing at my roommate-slash-crash. Well, of course it's going to be him, we're living together. Well, most likely at least. "Hey," I said with a smile. Michael smiled back and I felt those stupid butterflies. I shook myself.

"Hey," he replied back before joining me on the couch. I ignored the fact I felt my cheeks heat up. "Soooo," Michael's voice suddenly got tease-y, "how are you doing with that whole crush thing you have?" I blushed. Fuck. Shit. I'd forgotten I'd basically just admitted it in a flippant manner. I ran a hand through my hair and looked at Michael, who was the crush in question. He seemed happy but I could tell he actually wasn't. I could see the pain in his eyes.

"Michael, are you okay?" He blinked and then just looked at me.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Why'd you ask?" I just gazed at him. I could tell he was lying.

"It just seems like you're sad," I stated matter-of-factly. Michael sighed and then looked at the ceiling. "Michael?" He let out a of sort of sad laugh.

"My crush likes someone, and I'm pretty sure it's not me." I looked at him, and pushed down the jealousy. "I'm just trying to be happy for him, but it's super fucking hard." I reached out my hand and touched his arm which caused him to look at me.

"Michael, that sucks," was all I managed to say. Have I mentioned I'm utter shit at comforting people? Sure, I did hug Michael after him telling that story of high school, but it doesn't mean I'm any good. "To be honest, I haven't really gone through that, so I'm not entirely sure if I'm being any fucking comfort at all right now but." Michael smiled at me.

"Connor, it's fine," he said. "He's kinda oblivious so I'm not really too upset." He shrugged before sitting up. "But enough about our utter helplessness about our crushes," he joked, smirking at me. I looked at him.

"Who said I'm utterly helpless about my one?" I asked. Michael threw me a look.

"Are you utterly helpless about them?"

"..." I paused, thinking. Am I helpless about this geeky, adorable guy sitting next to me? The one with the oak-brown eyes, that just light up when talking about things that interest him? The one with that stupidly cute smile that makes me feel warm inside? The one who has such a good singing voice? I blushed and giggled causing Michael's gaze to soften. "Yeah."

"Aw, Connie," he murmured, laughing slightly.

"Shut up," I mumbled, looking away causing Michael to giggle more. Michael stood up and turned around to gaze at me.

"I wanted to ask, were we planning to do anything today? I seem to think we were but I'm not entirely sure on that front," he asked with an awkward laugh. I gazed at him with a confused expression.

"Um, no, I don't think so," I replied with a shrug. "I've literally just been sitting here watching TV for the past few hours so." Michael sighed.

"Shit, I thought we were. Why did I think that?" He laughed to himself, falling back onto the couch. He gazed at the ceiling with a smile. I looked at him.

"Well, I suppose we could go somewhere if you want to." I laughed a bit myself. "I have like, no more classes today so if you want to we can." Michael shook his head.

"Nah," he said with a smile. "I'm cool with just staying here." I nodded and Michael walked over to the TV cabinet. "How about a movie?" He asked.

"Sure," I stated. I found myself wondering about Michael's crush and who exactly he was. I had to admit I was jealous, but of who I have no clue. I had no clue he existed, and of course I'd want it to be me but if it's not, then I'll try to be happy for them. But I'm certain it's not me because who'd even want to date Connor Murphy in the first place? And surely I would've noticed something weird if it was me? Is it even possible to fucking be jealous of yourself? If it did end up being me? Then again, Michael did seem slightly upset when he was teasing me. So there's a chance? Maybe?

Still, I'm not getting my hopes up. That would more likely just end up in disappointment. "Connor?" I looked over and saw Michael holding up two different DVDs, he was smirking slightly at them. "Take your pick."

"The Lion King, and, please not the godawful live-action remake," I groaned, causing Michael to giggle. He put in the movie and then joined me on the couch.

"Not particularly fond of the remakes?" Michael asked, his tone lighthearted. I gazed at him.

"They are completely devoid of any fucking emotion the originals had," I ranted to the TV screen. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Michael trying not to laugh as one hand was covering his mouth and his eyes were creased. "Especially the shitheap known as the LiOn KiNg LiVe AcTiOn ReMaKe. They took out the fucking best song of the whole damn movie, the models are fucking expressionless!" Michael gazed at me.

"I'm sensing you don't like the live-action remake that much," he observed, smirking slightly at me.

"Some of the live-action remakes are better than others, but TLK is just a piece of elephant shit." Michael finally broke and let forth a laugh causing me to smile. He was laughing so hard he'd fallen back on the couch.

"Let me guess, Disney live-action and Jocks are the same?" He teased. I rolled my eyes but smiled.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." Michael just smiled as we watched the movie and the room faded to silence.

Okay, so hi everyone. Sorry for the long wait, I've just been feeling like, really idea-less and kinda unmotivated? But I managed to write something so here.