"(y/n)?" Connor breathes.

I turn my head down, but still, feel his gaze on me.

"Y-yes?" I ask shakily.

He grabs my chin and pulls my head up,

"Are you okay?" He asks, looking concerned.

I nervously chuckle, "I won't lie, you took me a bit by surprise."

He doesn't even realize what he's just done.

Goddammit, Connor.

He takes his hand off my chin and backs up a bit.

"I apologize, (y/n), I should've asked you before I.. y'know.."

Is he too afraid to admit that he kissed me?

Oh, it is weird saying it like that.

"It's alright, Connor, I didn't really mind.." I say, trying to reassure him.

His eyes look to me, as if he had his tail between his legs.

"Even so, I should've asked for your consent first..!"

Man.. Connor's got common sense.

More than any other guy I've ever met.

"Hey," I say. "It really is okay, I promise."

He sighs in relief, "Alright, just next time, please remind me to ask."

"Will do." I say, giving him a salute.

The wind breezes around us as we seemed to have forgot about heading home.

"Ah shit! Connor, my dad! I fucking totally forgot! Oh my god, oh jesus."

Connor's LED turns yellow as he begins to panic as well, "HANK!"

We both run to the car and get in, closing our doors as quickly as we can. Connor begins driving out of the peak and back into the streets of Detroit, heading straight towards my dad's house.

"SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT-" Connor curses.

I try to calm Connor down as much as I can. The loud music, that has now been switched from oldies music to heavy metal screamo, is definitely not fucking helping.

"Connor you have to calm down! You're gonna crash the fucking car!"

Connor doesn't seem to listen as he swerves onto another street, getting closer to my house.

Thank god the roads are empty.

As I continue to yell at Connor, the tires on the car begin to screech, the screamo music reapeting the line "GOD IS FUCKING DEAD BECAUSE I FUCKING KILLED HIM YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH", and Connor seeming to nullify all of it out, we finally zoom into the driveway of my house.

Connor shuts the engine off, stopping the screamo song in it's new verse I didn't have time to hear be repeated. He bolts out the car, slamming the door behind him. I angrily follow behind him, not being as wreckless as he was.

"Connor!" I whisper yell at him.

He doesn't seem to hear me, or is again blocking me out.

This bitch..

We reach the door, but before Connor can turn the doorknob, I grab his hand and squeeze it as hard as I can. I look into his eyes, and I can see my little reflection in them. I look so angry and fired up.

"We have to see if Hank is okay!" Connor says, sounding shaky and worried.

"Oh, if HANK is okay?!" I yell.

Connor stares at me, biting his lip with his brows slanting in a worried dameanor.

"You just drove us here in no time at all, Connor! Do you know what that means?!"

He continues staring at me.

"That means, that you drove god knows how fast to get us here, putting the both of us and others that could've been on the road in danger! That's what that means!" I huff, inhaling and exhaling quickly.

I look down and slouch, suddenly feeling like I'm going to fall to the ground again. Connor seems to realize this, and holds me up in his arms, holding me like I'm already passed out.

"Are you alright, (y/n)?! Are you going to pass out again?" Connor stammers.

I huff, "Yeah Connor, I'm perfectly fine, I'm just more upset that you put your life and mine in danger just to get here quickly."

I look up at Connor, his LED still yellow from earlier.

"I understand, (y/n). I was just afraid that Hank got too worried and did something without thinking rationally. I'm sorry I completely forgot about your well-being."

"And your well-being, too." I add.

Connor give me an expression that puzzles me. It's as if he's telling me I'm wrong.

"Let's get you inside, and let's hope Hank is okay." Connor says softly.