Disclaimer: I own none, only Casey. I may not even own the plot which may be owned by Ivorycat (read her stories, they're good!). She also may be writing for this, so look out for her input. Joss, the insane god he is, owns the whole cast of characters you see, save again, for Casey, she is mine.
Attention: Look, there will be talk of, if not seen, cases of child abuse from Holtz. This happens because in my time line, Holtz took much of his anger out on Casey, and some out on Connor. But Connor was the favorite child of the two. More about that later. There also may be instance of corporal punishment. I would like to inform people that child abuse and corporal punishment are two different things. Corporal punishment will only happen when there is need for it to happen, and it will always be done in a loving environment.
Author's Note: I am going to try and put my teenage characters though what normal teenagers go through. That may be bad grades, idiot teachers, sexual harassment, drugs, alcohol, and that such. Some may be embellished a little, but guess what? If they are, that's because I have yet to experience them in my high school. Now don't say that I make this some kind of soap opera, because quite frankly, life is one.
Summery: Claire and Connor have a heart to heart
Chapter Ten: Walking Down the Street
As Claire and Connor walked down the street, they talked, well, it was mostly Claire who was talking, but Connor put his two cents in sometimes.
"So, do you need to stop off at home to get something?" Claire asked him.
Connor looked at the teenage girl like she was crazy, "And risk my life? Heh, I'd rather go to K-Mart and get clothes. Actually, I'd rather go jump into a lion's den then go home."
Claire laughed at him, "You know, if you acted this way at school, you'd be the new hottie."
Connor raised an eyebrow "And I would want to be why?" he asked her.
Claire shrugged and dragged him into the nearest Wal*Mart. "If you want clothes, I'm going to shop for you," she told him as he tried hold back. Finally he just gave up and let her drag him along.
Thirty minutes later Connor walked out of the story with two pairs of pants, three shirts and a package of underwear. And Claire paid for it all, even though Connor protested at that.
As they walked out, Connor looked at his feet; "Thanks," he scuffed his feet on the sidewalk.
Claire giggled at that and reached up to mess up his hair, the only thing was, she was a bit to shot and Connor had to lean down to let her achieve what she wanted to do. "You're so cute!" Claire gushed.
Connor blushed, but didn't answer. He was embarrassed, he was brought up to be a killer, set on doing one thing, and everyone knew how that went.
"You are really adorable. You need associate with girls. You'd be the hottest boy in the school!" Claire advised.
Connor looked at her, "I really don't think that would be good," he gave a small grin and continued to walk down the street.
"Connor! Stop, my house is right here!" Claire called after him.
"This is your house?" Connor asked his friend as his mouth hung open.
Claire shrugged, "My dad's job pays for it." She didn't say anything more as she walked up to the door, Connor following.
Author's Note 2: Look, I know it's short, but it's early in the morning and I need to finish my homework before I go out to the bus, so this is like a teaser, so enjoy and review. And I'll put up more later, okay?