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Song: Follow Through

Artist: Gavin DeGraw

A/N: Okay, so I was looking at some author's favorite stories, and I think I passed by a ConniePortman fic. I found it very odd, but very interesting. So, I was shuffling through my iPod, and found this song, that I've loved for quite a while, and thought of them. Hopefully, I made them semi believable in this songfic, and hopefully you guys will like it. It's on the long side, so I apologize. Thanks for the reviews on the last Connie one, I actually liked that one, so I'm happy it got a pretty good response. Please keep those reviews coming! I love them so.

Galindapopular; I know I haven't posted a songfic inspired by one of your stories yet, but I already have two songs in mind, I just gotta get one decent chapter out of me. So don't think I asked for no reason, I'm still gonna use one of your stories for inspiration. Just wanted to let you know, hah.

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Connie sighed, watching the party around her. She seemed to be the only one who hasn't having fun. She seemed to be the only one watching the ones around her dance, laugh, and truly have a good time. She stared in front of her, out of it, and noticed through the spaces where people weren't standing, that Portman was also looking bored, and upset. She got up, pulling the creased parts of dress down, and walked over to him.

Portman stared at the floor, until he saw black heels step in front of him. He looked up, and saw Connie, with a comforting smile on her face. She sat in the seat to him, and asked, "Crappy night?"

"Yeah," He answered, sitting straight and looking at her. "You?"

"It's been exactly three months since me and Guy broke up."

"Not over it?"

"Not completely," Connie shook her head, and Portman sighed.

"It's been a year since me and Julie broke up. It's been six months since Adam and Julie started going out," Portman now shook his head, and Connie sighed.

"Oh, sweet misery," Connie mumbled.

"Yep," Portman replied. He looked at Connie, realizing that he and Connie may have talked, but never like this before, "You wanna get out of here?"

She looked at him, and he saw through her eyes. He saw fear, and appreciation in just asking her, "You have no idea." She smiled, and he smiled back, as he felt a tiny tingle in his stomach.

Oh, this is the start of something good
Don't you agree?
I, haven't felt like this in so many moons
You know what I mean
And we can build through this destruction
As we are standing on our feet

"Grossest thing you have ever eaten?" Portman asked, as he was barefoot, his socks and formal shoes on top of a bench that also had Connie's heels on it. The two pushing themselves off the sand, and flying in the air, on the swings.

"Snails," Connie gagged at the memory of it. "You?"

"Lobster," Portman grimaced.

"That's not even gross," Connie said, giving a laugh.

"It is if you despise seafood!" Portman defended himself, and Connie continued to laugh in reply. Portman looked at Connie, who looked the happiest than she's been in a while. "Question?"

"Honesty needed?"

"Yes," Portman said, as they exchanged quick dialogue.

"Yes."

"Do you still love Guy?" Portman asked, looking at her face for a reaction.

"Love, yes. In love, no. In love with our love? Yes. In love with love? Definitely," Connie said, and Portman gave a nod. "You?"

"Love, of course. In love, nope. In love with what we had? Sometimes. In love with love? Who the hell isn't?" Connie gave a nod, and the two swayed on the swings, feeling the breeze in their faces, melting all their pain, and worries away. "Enjoying?"

Portman looked at Connie, whose eyes were closed.

She smirked saying, "Yes."

Portman closed his eyes, "Same."

So, since you wanna be with me
You'll have to follow through
With every word you say
And I, all I really want is you
you to stick around
I'll see you everyday
But you have to follow through
You have to follow through

"Worst thing a guy could do to you?" Portman asked, continuing the quizzing they were doing all night. They were now walking around the park that the venue was located.

"Cheat." Connie answered with no hesitation, "Worst thing a girl could do to you?"

"Lie," Portman said, and Connie looked up at him.

These reeling emotions they just keep me alive
They keep me in tune
Oh, look what I'm holding here in my fire
This is for you
Am I too obvious to preach it
You're so hypnotic on my heart

"Does this feel weird to you?" Connie asked Portman, her thigh touching his, as they sat on a bench.

"A little."

"Bad weird?" Connie bit her lip, wondering if it was only her that was starting to feel a spark, with the last person she would expect.

"Nope," Portman took a second to think. "It feels weird, but good. It feels like it's weird for this to be happening, like we're in some dream, but it feels right."

"Exactly," Connie said, her feet not touching the ground, and swinging back and forth.

"Never thought I'd be sitting on a bench, bonding the whole night with Ms. Connie Moreau, the one who was the crush of almost all of the Ducks." Portman smiled, and Connie smirked.

"Never thought I'd be sitting here with the big Dean Portman, hoping that he was feeling the same way I felt," Connie looked up at him, and was already looking at her. "So, what do we do?"

He smiled, "Enjoy it."

The words you say to me are unlike anything
That's ever been said
oh what you do to me is unlike anything
That's ever been
Am I too obvious to preach it?
You're so hypnotic on my heart

"You think we're gonna have more nights like these?" Portman said, as they walked back to the lights, and crowds of people vacating the venue.

"I hope so," Connie said, holding her heels by the straps. "You think so?"

"I hope so, don't know if I think so," Portman said, honestly. Portman looked to his left, watching Connie walk with her bare feet, and her soft brown hair covering her face. He stuck out his hand, tucking her hair behind her ear. She looked up at him, and gave a small smile. Portman's hand dropped to his side, and felt Connie's fingers calling his. He looked down at her fingers, touching his own. He wrapped his hand around hers, and tangled their fingers together. With smiles on their faces, they walked to Portman's car, the moonlight shining down on them.

Oh, this is the start of something good
Don't you agree?