Watching the game go on, Connor felt like he had made a mistake being here. He tried to laugh and smile with the group, like this wasn't a big deal, but his stomach twisted with anxiety. He almost didn't know if he would have the guts to actually
do the spinning if the bottle landed on him. To say nothing of what he would do with someone trying to kiss him. Worrying and fretting quietly to himself, Connor was staring almost
through the bottle, barely parseing what it actually
meant when the thing landed on him. It was only when he realised someone was speaking to him that it sunk in,
it was his turn. He looked up in terror, realising with an additional spike of anxiety that he didn't recognise the girl who had talked to him at all, which meant she must be older. What if she expected him to be a super good kisser, who knew all the kissing moves?! Connor didn't know any kissing moves, he didn't even really know what a kissing move
was. He shrunk back very slightly into the collar of his shirt, heart racing as he tried to figure out what to do in a blind panic. He didn't want to seem like a chicken, everyone seemed to be doing the same thing, so...
"Lips?" Connor said nervously, voice a shrill, anxious squeak. He pulled himself forwards, every muscle in his body tense with anxiety as he leaned forward enough to gently brush lips with the girl, quickly snapping back into his place and resisting the urge to hide behind Freya or Emma. That... hadn't been so bad. It was fine, really, but it was so hard to really have any feelings about it with so many people
watching.
He couldn't hide, though. As much as Connor wanted to disappear into the floor forever, now he had to
spin the thing. He couldn't bring himself to look around the room as he leaned forward again, heart racing. What if he got
Freya?! What if she had hidden a... lizard or something in her mouth, just to trick people? What if he had to
kiss Freya and there was a
lizard in her mouth?! Connor thought his heart was going to explode as he spun the bottle, barely putting any strength into it. It wobbled and tumbled around the circle, eventually landing on his target. Looking up, Connor died what had to be his hundredth death of the evening as he saw who it was. This boy was definitely older, and he was
handsome. Connor had been noticing handsome boys around the school more and more recently, and it was hard to ignore how his eyes wanted to linger on them. And this boy was
Handsome. With a capital H. Suddenly, Connor's total lack of kissing moves bothered him more than ever. How was he supposed to survive this?! He swallowed and looked up at the Gryffindor, trembling all over as he tried to find the strength to speak.
"What, um... what do you want?" He croaked out, nervousness flowing from him in waves as he couldn't bring himself to tear his eyes away from
Handsome Boy.
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