As the time flew by, I found myself finding it easier and easier to talk to Connor about things. Of course I did leave out the part about why I'd met him in the first place, and when I did refer to Camille I called her CC - her high-school nickname. At first I was hesitant to talk about my family, but when I remembered that I'd called off the plan, I found it easier to relax. He told me about Ireland, about his Ma, but I noticed that he seemed to leave out everything about his dad. But if he didn't want to bring it up, then I wasn't going to push.

"So tell me somethin' lass," He started as we both strolled down the busy street.

"Hmm?"

"What are ye doin' livin' wit yer parents an' sister if ye don' like it der?"

I paused and crossed my arms, looking up at him in curiosity and confusion.

"How do you know I don't like it there?"

He shrugged. "Jus' got the feelin' ye don' like et much. I mean, ye talk abou' always helpin' yer sister when she's drunk. An' ye talk abou' how yer parents are never aroun'. Kin' o' get the feelin' ye don' like et much."

I nodded and sighed to myself. He didn't know I was still seventeen, that I was still in High-School, and that I couldn't go anywhere until I graduated.

"I'm actually saving up. The money I get from working at Belle's store, I don't plan on spending any of it. Living with my parents is kind of an easier way to keep money. Everything I deal with in that house will be worth it in the end." I replied, shrugging my shoulders as we carried on down the street.

"What are ye savin' for lass?" He asked curiously.

"Well, I want to get out of Boston. I mean, I've lived here all my life, never been anywhere else. So I figure the more money I keep, the closer I get to getting out of here. I still have money from birthdays, my parents pay for the food in the house and stuff that CC and I need. So I don't have to spend much." I explained.

He nodded in understanding. "Sound's like a good plan lass. Where would ye go though?"

I narrowed my eyes in thought. There were so many places I wanted to go, so many Cities I wanted to see and visit. But out of them all, I could pick out the one I'd wanted to visit since I was little.

"New York."

"Why dere?"

I shrugged. "Mainly because the city's so big my family won't be able to track me down."

He chuckled. "Well that's a good a reason as any I s'pose."

"Yeah. Okay, now I have a question for you." I said, sitting on a nearby bench.

He followed, taking up the spot next to me. "Ask away Gracie."

"I will. Why did you come here? Why Boston out of all the places in the world?"

He dragged out a long sigh and glanced around, turning to face me a few seconds later. "Ye really wanna know?"

I nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah."

"A'right, but ye can' laugh at et." He pointed a finger warningly and I nodded.

"I won't. Now tell me."

"Okay, okay. Well, ye see our Ma wan'ed me an' Murphy to get ou' o' Ireland, try an' make et on our own I suppose. But we 'ad no idea where ta go, so many places an' we 'ad no fuckin' clue." He paused for a moment, a small smirk threatening to appear. "Ye know the spinnin' globe tings?"

I nodded, my eyes narrowed slightly. "Uh-huh."

"Well, the idea was ta spin the globe, den close our eyes an' put our finger down on the globe. Den when we did open our eyes the place our finger landed on woul' be the place we visited." He finished.

By the end of the explanation, I was struggling to hold my giggles back.

"So, what you're telling me is that you and Murphy only came to Boston because your finger landed on it on a spinning globe?" I asked, chewing on my bottom lip to stifle the giggles.

"Well when ye put it like dat it sounds a bit ridiculous." He muttered.

"No matter how you put it it'll sound ridiculous. I can't believe you guys are twenty-five." I giggled, shaking my head slightly.

He rolled his eyes at me. "Yeah, yeah, laugh it up lass."

"Hey I'm not judging," I reassured. "It's just a different answer than I thought I'd get."

"A'right lass, enough a me an' me brother's embarassin' tale's. Dere's actually somethin' I'm curious about though."

"What's that?" I asked, finally done with my giggle-fit.

"Yer sister. Why d'ye help her so much? No offence ta ye but she soun's like a righ' bitch."

I sighed. "You're actually not the first person to ask me that, my friend Jade does all the time. All people know about CC is the bad things about her; Her drinking, where she works, how many guys she's fucked. No one knows her as well as I do, she's not always like that. When I hit rock-bottom once she was there for me, cheered me up and told me it would all be okay. I've been helping her out since. I mean, our parents are never home so it's pretty much just me and her. She always tells me it's us against everyone else."

"Lass," He fidgeted slightly, staring at the floor in thought. "Does yer sister know about ye wantin' to travel?"

"No." I sighed, shaking my head. "She would flip out probably. She's pretty protective of me."

"Ye sure about dat?"

I looked up at him, my eyes narrowed in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"Is she protective of ye? Or does she jus' not wan' ye leavin' because den she'd be alone?"

"No, I mean..." I paused, shaking my head. Camille had always been there for me, she didn't have to be but she was.

"I'm not tryin' ta bring ye down lass. It jus' sounds like ye sister only wants ye aroun' for her, not for ye." He shrugged.

I sighed. "Connor, believe me I know my sister, she'd never keep me from doing something I really enjoy. And she'd never force me to do something that I wasn't happy with." Even as I said it, I knew it was a lie.

"Ye sure about dat lass? Tell me somethin', have ye ever stopped helpin' her out when she's drunk? Or when she asks ye a favour?" He asked, his eyebrows raised.

"No. Well, not until recently." I replied, leaving out the part about it being a revenge plan against his brother.

"Aye? 'Ow did she take et?"

"She didn't speak to me for two days. But she did talk to me before I came to meet you."

"What did she say ta ye?"

"She asked me where I was going. I lied obviously but she told me to have a good night. CC throws tantrums sometimes but she's a good sister Connor, she's done a lot for me." I sighed, my tone slightly pleading. I just wanted him to let it go, to stop making me thing about Camille. Because on some level, what he said made sense, and I didn't like it.

"A'right lass, sorry I pushed."

"Don't worry about it. Look can we not talk about my sister? All people ever do is ask me about her so we'd be more likely to survive the week if we didn't mention it."

He nodded in understanding. "No worries lass, no more talkin' 'bout yer sister. So, what do ye wanna talk 'bout?"

"What time is it?" I randomly asked, earning an amused look from him.

"Ye wanna talk 'bout time?"

I rolled my eyes. "I have an early start tomorrow. So do you know the time?"

He nodded, lifting the sleeve of his coat to glance at his watch. "10:00."

My eyes widened. "I've been out with you for five hours?"

"Aye, seems ye do like me af'er all lass." He smirked, looking quite proud of himself.

"Try not to look so happy Connor." I smiled, rising to my feet.

"Can' 'elp it lass." Was his defence as he followed me towards the bus stop.

I rolled my eyes, turning to face him as I leant against the wall.

"Yes you can, you just don't want to."

"Well d'ye blame me?!" He held out his arms and shrugged.

"I guess not. Any guys ego would hit the roof if he'd spent five hours with a girl without chasing her off." I sighed, chewing my bottom lip as I smirked at him.

He rolled his eyes. "Me ego is at a normal level lass. But ta be fair it does go up a notch when I got a pretty girl under me."

"Every guys does." I told him, not the least bothered by his revelation. "It's pretty much the same for girls."

"Ye speakin' for yerself lass?" He asked, resting his hands on my waist.

"Nope. I'm speaking for my sister, my best friend, my aunt Belle, and nearly every girl I've talked to. According to them, there's no better feeling for them than when they ride a guy so hard his neighbours hear her name." I replied, feeling quite proud of myself as his eyebrows raised.

"Is dat right?"

I nodded. "Mhmm."

"So, ye ever had the privilege of gettin' dat feelin'?" He asked, attempting to seem casual.

"You know I haven't. There's only been one guy for me, and I was strictly on the bottom." I replied, shrugging slightly.

His eyes suddenly narrowed. "Aye?"

"Mhmm. One guy, one time, the first time. Haven't done it since, never wanted to."

He removed his hands from my waist and instead rested them on my shoulders, pushing me completely against the wall while he pressed against me. It was like a sandwich, but Connor and the wall behind me acted as the bread slices.

"Ye mean, ye still don' want ta?" He asked, his voice dropping an octave.

I smiled as he lightly nudged my nose with his own, tracing my fingertips along his jaw-line.

"Never had anyone change my mind about it before." I admitted, trying as hard as I could to remain calm. His restraint seemed to be wavering, and to be honest I was enjoying it.

"Ye tink I could be the one ta change yer mind lass?"

He turned his head so that his left cheek was against my right, his mouth right next to my ear. His hands wandered down my arms until they reached my hands, where he laced our fingers together and pressed my hands against the wall, next to my head.

"Maybe." I breathed, closing my eyes as he traced open-mouthed kisses down my neck.

"Jus' maybe?" He asked, nipping lightly.

I bit down on my bottom lip, opening my eyes in time to see the bus approaching. On some level I was grateful, but on another level I badly wanted to stay with him.

"Connor, bus is here." I told him, smiling to myself as he groaned loudly.

"Ye got ta be fuckin' kiddin' me!" He silently exclaimed, pulling back to look down at me.

"Nope. I have to go." I sang, releasing his hands to pull the ticket out of my bra.

As I looked up at him I noticed him fidget slightly, chewing the inside of his cheek in frustration. But all it did was amuse the hell out of me - and make me quite proud of myself.

"You okay?" I asked, crossing my arms.

He shrugged. "I'll be a'right lass, nothin' me right-han' can't fix."

I giggled. "Sounds good. I guess I'll see you around then."

"Come ta the bar tomorrow. I know it's a Tuesday an' all but it'll be fun. I swear et." He said, resting one hand on my hip while the other took place on the side of my neck.

"I could make an appearance." I mock sighed, earning a small smirk from him.

"Maybe this'll make sure ye come."

Before I could even attempt to asked him 'what', he smashed his mouth against mine.

My hands automatically gripped his forearms, though I made sure to keep tight hold of the bus ticket. His right hand took a light grip of my hair and tugged my head back, giving him easier access to my mouth. With him being a few inches taller than me, it was understandable.

"Hey!"

We both pulled back and turned, only to find the bus-driver watching us both and looking a little annoyed.

"You gettin' on?"

I smiled to myself and nodded, releasing Connor. "Yeah."

"So, I'll see ye tomorrow den?" Connor asked, smirking proudly.

"Maybe. Can't guarantee it." I teased, making my way towards the door.

His eyes narrowed in disbelief. "Are ye tellin' me dat did not'in for ye?" He gestured to the wall that I was recently up against, to which I shrugged in response.

"Not telling yah, your ego seems big enough." He rolled his eyes and I smiled in amusement. "Goodnight Connor."

"Night Gracie." He waved before heading down the street.

I giggled and shook my head before heading onto the bus.

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I crept through the door, attempting to be silent as I walked in.

The night had been perfect, not that I'd ever tell Connor that. And the kiss against the wall certainly had done something to me, and I knew I'd be back at the bar tomorrow night. But unlike my big sister, I wasn't going to give in to him so easily. It never worked for her and her male friends, and it wouldn't work for me either. The simple solution was just to give him enough, but not too much, just enough to keep him interested. And I really did want to keep him around, despite his and his brothers attitudes of one-night-stands he seemed nice enough, and I was going to be careful this time. Unlike Camille.

"So, going out with Jade huh?"

I jumped and slammed the door shut, turning to face Camille.

"What?"

"Don't bullshit me Grace, I know where you were." She glared.

I shook my head. "I don't know what you mean."

"You were with Connor."

Shit.

Author's Note:

Okay, so I hope the little romance scene at the end was okay, I couldn't stop laughing as I wrote it so I hope it turned out good. Anway thanks to those who reviewed so far, and I hope you enjoyed the chapter. :)