conye-west:
connor’s baked mind was moving a thousand miles a minute. the fact that they were in a movie theater was only egging on his fantasy of him standing on a stage in front of thousands of cheering celebrities, holding up an oscar that read “june’s love and affection”. except in real life, he was holding june’s hand, which was way more awesome. no, they definitely should not go back to normal. finally everything he’d been needing to say was off his chest, and it was working in his favor. finally things seemed to be falling into place. even if they weren’t actually, the “seem” part was enough.
“hey… that’s my line,” he joked with a matching grin, leaning over towards her until their lips met again. he had forgotten what kissing her felt like until now, a tidal wave of drunken memories that had since vanished since then tumbling back into his brain. it was the same, but different: not as swallowed up by shock as he was on new year’s, it was easier to take time to remember everything about the moment that made it so meaningful. the goonies in the background. the tendrils of joint smoke surrounding them. the smell of concession candy on june’s breath. the feeling of her lips on his. it was honestly perfect. lost for words as they pulled apart, he couldn’t help but chuckle, as the entire situation was better than a good dream. there was no waking up in disappointment from real life.
june must’ve been on the same wavelength as connor, because her entire world had a dreamlike filter over it when she pulled away, and it was hard to believe she wasn’t going to wake up soon. her eyes stayed closed for a moment, memorizing the way it felt to finally kiss him again without the overwhelming haze of the dozen drinks they’d poisoned themselves with the first time. when she opened her eyes to connor chuckling and looking at her like she was something precious, her heart swelled and all at once, she felt like she was sixteen again, just like she had on new year’s. despite being knee deep in one of the most confusing situations her heart had ever experienced, she couldn’t think of a time she’d been happier.
“here, lemme-” she started, putting the long burnt-out joint on the cup in the next cup holder and clearing the space between them so she could move even just a little closer. she lifted his arm gently, a sign to put it around her shoulder, repositioning slightly so she could watch the movie better, huddled up against him. the jacket from the next seat over, a staple from june’s flannel collection, made a good blanket once she draped it over their laps. they already shared nearly everything, read: june constantly stole and mooched off of connor’s stuff and let him do the same in return, but not like this. not like june hoped they would. dinners in bed, arguments about their favorite eighties movies in the middle of the night, kisses hidden away at work; there were a million things she wanted to share with connor now. the fact that she was getting ahead of herself was pushed way, way to the back of her thoughts. shut up, mouth, the speakers blasted and june mouthed along to the scene. “of the coreys, feldman will always be my favorite,” she mused, her heartbeat easing slowly. “not as much as you, though.”






