Sometime late, while most of the island was across the pond on that trip to France, a text would have come through on Michael's phone, from Connor. If he was around to get it at least.
"Hey... Micahel. How's it going? Miss me?" There might have been a small emoji smiley face and a wine glass emoji accompanying that message.
Connor stopped as he realized he was talking to the phone. With a somewhat exasperated sigh because, texting was difficult ok, he typed that all out and finally hit send.
And followed it up a second or two later with a simple "miss you " text.
. . . Michael kind of hoped he had been kissing people. He felt kind of weird about the idea that Connor might have, like, imprinted on him or was expecting more than a casual thing.
(Did Michael himself want more than a casual thing? He'd kind of convinced himself he was only ever going to have casual things. Wanting hadn't even come into his mental equation yet.)
(And casual might be fine. Anything was fine, especially when you were convinced you were nothing to anyone. Something was always better than nothing, however long it might last and wherever it might go. Long term wasn't a luxury for someone like him really if the past was any indication.)
At some point, the text message finally got sent, moreso because Connor eventually hit the send button at some point, rather than consciously ending the text before he finally passed out.
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"Hey... Micahel. How's it going? Miss me?" There might have been a small emoji smiley face and a wine glass emoji accompanying that message.
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connor! having fun in france?
That came with a French flag emoji.
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Look texting was hard. Spelling was hard... Was even harder in French and buzzed.
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boring
and not even a little french
you gonna bring me some fancy cheese?
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french cheese...
french bread...
french kiss...
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you been french kissing over there? do tell!
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Connor stopped as he realized he was talking to the phone. With a somewhat exasperated sigh because, texting was difficult ok, he typed that all out and finally hit send.
And followed it up a second or two later with a simple "miss you " text.
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we can do lots of that when you get back, he promised.
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Not that Connor had been out intentionally trying or anything ya know.
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. . . Michael kind of hoped he had been kissing people. He felt kind of weird about the idea that Connor might have, like, imprinted on him or was expecting more than a casual thing.
(Did Michael himself want more than a casual thing? He'd kind of convinced himself he was only ever going to have casual things. Wanting hadn't even come into his mental equation yet.)
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maybe... not many interested in me
wouldn't mind though...
That didn't make any sense did it? Sorry Michael.
(And casual might be fine. Anything was fine, especially when you were convinced you were nothing to anyone. Something was always better than nothing, however long it might last and wherever it might go. Long term wasn't a luxury for someone like him really if the past was any indication.)
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I bet you could find a frenchie to make out with
your cute! people like cute
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maybe... few days left still.... might still get lucky.
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make your own luck Michael suggested. I expect to hear at least one racy story when you get home
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got a couple more days... something can still happen, right?
thanks and... sorry, for ya know... all this.
see ya... with a story and a smiley emoji finished that off
Cuz what was more Connor than awkward Connor? That would be drunk awkward Connor. And putting up with Connor in any mode was a big accomplishment.
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sweet ill bring the booze!
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and campfire. good story needs campfires
and the other stuff...
At some point, the text message finally got sent, moreso because Connor eventually hit the send button at some point, rather than consciously ending the text before he finally passed out.
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know you aren't big on parties. I'll drink enough for the both of us."