Looey X Connie Novels & Stories

He glanced around at the expectant stares and muttered, “Nope.” Connie leaned toward him with a grin. Teasingly nudging him with her foot. “Oh, come on, handsome. We gave you ours. Fair is fair.” Red sighed. “Elias.” Connie clutched her heart dramatically. “Elias? Damn, that’s even hotter than Red. I didn’t think you could top it.” Monica groaned, cheeks turning pink. “Connie—” Connie cackled. “What? I’m just saying what we’re all thinking! Look at him—he’s walking sin in a hoodie.”

Connor was ecstatic and over the moon with joy as he slipped the ring onto her slender fingers, and drew her into a passionate hug,before they drew back, and she began to admire the ring. “I know it's not a diamond, or anything fancy, but I promise to get you a better engagement ring as soon as–” It was Olivia's turn to interrupt him with a smile now. “Don't worry about it. I love it. It's beautiful, it's perfect.” Connor was relieved and happy, nothing else mattered at this point. “Look,Lulu seems happy as well,” he added pointing to the cat that was meowing in the corner, and Olivia laughed her first real laugh in a long time.

Lois faked a yawn, blinking her eyes mechanically as Lorren served her her share of Lorren's-glare. "Because I like to see your eyes shoot lasers like they are doing right now." He was prepared for the object that came for his head. A note pad. "That's because you get on my nerves. A lot, Owen." "My bet is on them getting each other laid in two weeks." "Puleez...not this one. The newbee isn't another of his toys." Lois had a disapproving frown. "Oh really. With all the tension in their electric currents, there's no way their live wires are not gonna spark sooner than later" He chuckled as Lorren made a face.

"Look, I admit, I may have caused unnecessary worry. But knowing I might not dance again really threw me for a loop, so I went drinking at Crush, took a bunch of stuff I shouldn't have, and went to Andrei's place—" A collective gasp swept through the room as everyone slipped into utter panic. Everyone except Liam, Holly noticed. Andrei had done a good job of giving him a heads-up last night. "My baby," Lois broke into tearful sobs, wailing dramatically. "Oh, my baby!" A shell-shocked Eden handed her the box of tissues Holly was pretty sure was meant for her. "As I was saying," she continued, ignoring her mom's unbearably loud sniffles. "I went to Crush, did a bunch of stuff I shouldn't have,

With this thought, she straightened up on her chair, lifted her hand and smoothed her hair with her fingers, admiring the glimmer in her eyes on a pocket mirror while loving him silently in her heart. She did not join the other girls to talk about Arthur’s surprise proposal as it made no difference to her. “I actually think that Ariadne will become very popular with this incident. Ouchh, what am I saying? She’s already popular right?” Connie’s heart was filled with hatred and jealousy when she heard this, yet she did not dare to express her feelings at the moment. Putting on a pretentious smile, she stood up from her seat and walked past Ariadne and entered the bathroom.

“So, when’s the next bonfire, lover boy?” Ethan laughed. “Yeah, maybe we’ll bring popcorn this time. Bleachers make great seats for—” Connor shoved him, trying not to smile. “Shut up.” Liam grinned. “Aw, come on, man. You’re different lately. Softer. Next thing you know, you’ll be writing poetry.” Connor rolled his eyes, but the corners of his mouth betrayed him. “You guys are idiots.” “Idiots who saw that look on your face,” Liam said. “Don’t even try to deny it.”

I told them from the jump, it was a one time thing. But Clover? Never. Not her. “I think our story’s different,” Clover says quietly. “We’re more than just sexual partners.” Braylee laughs. “Okay, whatever you say. But it must’ve been good, you even cooked the man breakfast.” Clover laughs. “I could barely walk this morning.” “Girl,” Braylee says, “you better keep that one. He sounds like a Connor type guy.” They keep talking about costumes, the Trojan party, togas, gold headpieces. Braylee and Connor matching in silver and white. Clover and me in gold.

My brain’s catching up to the fact that Connor McLeod is real and apparently interested in me. Which feels medically suspicious. Troy glances over the rim of his mug. “That bad?” Simone lifts her head immediately. “Oh my God, it is Connor. Open it right now.” “You people are parasites.” “And yet here we are,” she says cheerfully. I open the snap before I can lose my nerve. Connor fills the screen instantly. He’s lying in bed, sheets low on his waist, bare chest on display like he knows exactly what he’s doing. His hair’s a mess, flattened on one side, and his eyes look dark and heavy with sleep.