DISCLAIMER
Uh, no. I still don't own the Power Rangers except for some select videos I've purchased or recorded. Still working on the recording part. However, these all belong to Haim Saban, Fox Kids, and Disney, except Gragon and the Crangons. And I know this doesn't seem to be going anywhere, but bear with me. There will be action. I'm just setting everything up.
Conner gathered his belongings and shoved them into his red backpack. If anyone had been close enough, they would've heard him talking to himself.
"Krista, wanna go the dance with me this Friday?" he mumbled. Then, "No. Too pushy." He then slung his pack over his back. "Uh, hey, Krista. I was wonderin' ifNo! that's too nervous!" Sympathetic laughter reached his ears. The boy turned around to see Trent.
"Trying to get up the nerve to ask Krista?" he queried gently.
"Yeah," Conner admitted. "I don't get it, Trent. I've asked girls out before. So why does the prospect of asking Krista turn my insides into knots?" he wondered.
"You said yourself it was different with Krista. Of course there's gonna be some inner trauma," Trent pointed out.
"I think I liked it better when I was shallow and egotistical. At least then I could function," Conner muttered. This earned a laugh from his friend.
"Don't sweat it so much. Just ask her, bro," Trent advised.
"Yeah, okay," Conner agreed. Suddenly, his face went slack. Confused, the White Ranger turned around. Then, he grinned. The object of Conner's affections, Krista Johnson, was at her locker, putting her things in her backpack.
"What are you standing here for? Go!" Trent urged. Before Conner could object, Trent pushed the boy forward.
"Oh. Hi, Conner," Krista greeted.
"Uh…hi, Krista," Conner said nervously. He swallowed the lump that threatened to expand in his throat. Trent, I'm going to kill you, he thought.
"Did you want something?" Krista wondered.
"UhUm" Conner glanced back at Trent who made "Go on" motions with a hand.
"Conner?" Krista questioned, causing the boy to look back.
"Uh, Krista, would you like to go to the dance with me this Friday?" Conner blurted. Krista's mouth dropped.
"I'm sorry, this was a" she grabbed his arm to keep him from leaving.
"Conner, I'd love to go with you," she told him.
"Carry your bag for you?" he offered.
"Wow. Thanks," she said. He took the pack and they walked away together. Conner's last thought before leaving the campus was Dude, I so owe you!
AUTHOR'S NOTE
Yeah, I'm aware that this chapter doesn't really have Conner in character, but I figured that'd he'd be nervous about asking Krista since he's not the same dumb jock he was at the beginning of the series.
