Kit Connor Birthday Romane & Geschichten

I looked to see who it was to see Connor. "Connor, you're here," I blurted out. "Not by choice, my parents thought it would be good for me to socialize". Connor said. "Who's this?" Tessa said as she inspected Connor with her eyes. "That's my little brother Connor, you and him should be about the same age. You're 15, right?" Adrien asked. "I will be 16 in about 3 weeks, when is your birthday?" Tessa asked Connor. "January 19, you're older than me," Connor said.

At the Bennett Residence, the assistant handed over the folder. "Mr. Bennett, this is the information on Gabriella that you asked for. It's all here for your perusal." "Put it down," Connor said. The assistant placed the folder on the table. Connor opened the folder, which only contained a few pages. The first page had Gabriella's basic information. Name: Gabriella Carrington Gender: Female Race: Chatanese Date of Birth: 2nd December 1998

Unless hell tipped over and he suddenly got interested in me. My phone buzzed on the nightstand, jolting me out of my failed attempt. I pulled my hand away, the slick fingers leaving a wet trail on my thigh as I grabbed it. It was a text from Connor: "I'll be home in 20. We need to talk." Talk? My pulse raced. Our second anniversary was last weekend, and he'd forgotten about it completely. He spent the day golfing with his buddies while I sat home alone with the surprise dinner I'd made for him.

I asked. “Because I’m not used to meeting my friends’ parents.” He answered. “I’m also afraid of making the wrong first impression.” He said. “Well, don’t worry about that and I’m sure that my parents will make that meetup memorable.” Jaiden said while giggling. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Connor asked. “Wait, since when do you drink?” I asked. “You never drunk once during our birthday.” I said. “The night before graduation, I was drinking with my father.” Connor answered.

November 4th "I wanted to tell you in person Connor, I was going to, but then all this happened and-" "How long for?!" Connor asked his voice getting deeper. "A week," I said quietly. "That fucking prick! He kidnapped you, he marked you against your will and now this!" Connor said. "Connor calm down. We can talk about this later." "No. I have just found out that my seventeen-year-old sister is pregnant with the biggest dickhead in the world's child. This cannot wait."

I giggled. "Nope. I'm the same. You just never noticed me longingly gaze at you from a distance. Even when we were kids, I kept wanting to touch your hand but didn't in case Ansel got mad at me," he chuckled. I looked at him with surprise. How did I never notice? "How come you never tried to tell me?" "I did once, remember?" Connor's green eyes were twinkling. "When?" "At Ansel's 12th birthday party. Think hard," he smirked.

Aoki Kosner's face blushed with nervousness when she heard Kiran York ask for her birth date and time. "Hurry up and give it to me," Kiran urged. Seeing Kiran's urgency, Aoki quickly took out a piece of paper with her birth date and time and handed it to him. Kiran was surprised that Aoki carried her birth details written on paper. It seemed odd to him. When he saw her birth date and time, he was stunned. Aoki was 22 years old this year, born on February 22nd, at 22:22. All the numbers coincidentally were twos.

~ COLTON ~ It was a Friday night and Colton couldn’t wait to get out of his office in Columbia. Sierra had no classes on Friday, so it was pretty useless for him to be there, except he still had to go because it was his job now. Time was passing by so slow and Colton kept checking his watch. It was February 28th today, which meant it was his birthday. Colton didn’t care too much about that because he pretty much stopped celebrating his birthday since his mother’s death. His mom passed away a day before his eleventh birthday. Ever since then, Colton thought his birthday was cursed.

Seeing that, he stopped trying and would just walk away without another word. Then came Daisy's birthday. She finally built up the courage to ask, "Daddy, can you spend my birthday with me?" Connor was fiddling with the crooked friendship bracelet on his bookshelf when he heard her question. He frowned and asked, "When's your birthday again?" Even though he didn't remember, Daisy wasn't hurt. Instead, she answered sincerely, "My birthday's the day after tomorrow. Can we celebrate it together, Daddy?" Connor thought for a moment and shook his head. "I've got something going on that day."

Connor cleared his throat so the words could get out all at once, “m… my Jessica.” Jessica was Connie’s girl, a young talented Chef. They were engaged for a little while, when Jessica died in a fire last year, Connor found out with the autopsy that she was pregnant of twins. Long story short, a FUCKING SHIT in Connor’s life, that left my brother in a catatonic state for many months. “I didn’t know, I didn’t…” I snapped, after all, I know the reasons he doesn’t know anything, he doesn’t have the ability to wipe his own ass alone, if it comes to it back then Hunter might not even remember his own name.