So I have never updated this quickly before, but I just got a lot of inspiration for the next few chapters, so expect Chapter 6 within the next day or so! As always, thank you all so much for reading, and I would love it if you left your feedback!

Slamming on the brakes, I shifted the car into park. Today was not turning out to be very pleasant. Sitting in my car in the driveway, I let out a wail full of frustration. Today, Connor definitely lived up to his frequent act of leaving me perplexed. There were lots of things I had come to find out about Connor, and there were lots of things I didn't understand about Connor. Like why he never talks about his dad, why we never hang out at his house, and why he always wears plaid. Actually, that last one didn't really bother me, and I find it kinda cute….umm… anyways… yes there were things about Connor that confused me, but I had never dreamed he would end up being the kind of person to blow me off to be with a girl. Not to mention the fact that I blew the same girl off to hang out with him! Pretty sure there's a rule somewhere in the Bro Bible that that's like not allowed, but whatever, that didn't stop the guy. Being so upset about this isn't going to bode well, so I just need to calm down, and get over it.

Talking a few deep breaths, I gathered my stuff and walked into the house. I walked into the foyer and dumped my bags near the stairs when I'm greeted by a voice:

"Hey now love, I know you're probably tired, but you better not be leaving all of that crap there!"

"No, of course not Mom, I wouldn't dream of it!" I wisecracked back to my mom, Stef.

"Good. Now come here and give me a kiss." she laid her book down on her lap, and used her hands to gesture me over.

I embraced her in a hug, and followed that by a peck on the cheek. I moved across the room, and plopped down on the leather couch, grabbing a blanket in the process. I glanced over at Stef, who had resumed reading her book, and I couldn't help but smile. I really loved Stef, but I had always been more partial towards Lena when I first arrived. Lena had such a calming demeanor, and she was never rash, or quick to judge. Stef had always been so stark and hasty to set a punishment, but the longer I was with them, the more I saw of Stef. I think it's her job that made her seem so punitive, but she is a softy in her own way. Having been in this home for 5 years, I really came to appreciate Stef and Lena's differences, and though it gave them trouble sometimes, it really was why they were such amazing moms.

And so, as I looked over at my mom, blonde hair lounging on the front of her blouse, and glasses resting on the tip of her nose, I couldn't help but giggle a little bit. It must have been loud enough to take notice, because Stef looked up at me.

"What?" she asked while simultaneously removing her glasses from her face.

"Nothing!" I chortled.

"Well, ok then mr. giggles, be that way!" she conceded. "By the way, when is Connor coming over? I can leave you 2 some money to order in. Your momma and I are going out" she adds.

Averting my eyes from her gaze, I shifted them to my feet as I fiddled with the frill from the blanket.

"He isn't coming over anymore." I confessed, swallowing a large lump that was forming in my throat.

"He isn't?" she questioned.

"No." I answered, biting the inside of my cheek and pursing my lips.

"Why not?" She interrogated. I could feel myself getting agitated. I curled my toes and clenched my jaw.

"He just isn't, ok?!" I clamored, pounding my clenched fists in the cushions of the couch. My voice reverberating off of the living room's frame.

"Hold it right there mister!" she roared, slamming her book onto the coffee table and standing up. Placing her hands on her hips she continued, "You will most certainly not take that tone with me! Now why don't you apologize and calmly tell me what happened." she chastised.

"You're right," I answered. "I shouldn't have yelled at you." I closed my eyes and inhaled through my nose. With Stef sitting on the corner of the coffee table in front of me, I continued. "Connor isn't coming over because he ditched me to go to the movies with this girl Daria even though I was supposed to go out with Daria but broke it off because Connor was acting like a little kid for having to spend a Friday night without his best friend. He was all sulking and annoying when I told him she asked me out, and the moment I said I'd call it off to hang with him he was soooo he goes and doesn't talk to me all today then acts like a jerk when he tells me he is not coming over, but going out with her. So, naturally I'm confused because I don—" Stef raised her index finger into the air and I stopped talking.

"So, assuming that I understand what everything you just said at such a mind-boggling speed; Connor isn't coming because he is going on a date with a girl you turned down for him." She crossed her arms and lifted her eyebrows. "Am I correct?" she interrogated.

"Basically." I replied, nodding my head for reassurance. "I just don't get why he would be happy, then ditch me for the same girl he was pissed I was gonna go out with, and then on top of it all just not talk to me." I sighed in defeat, running my fingers through my brunette locks.

"I mean, he's a teenage boy! You guys are so irrational. It makes me laugh to think people think women are so confusing!" she snickered.

"Hah, yeah." I huffed, widening my eyes in the process.

Narrowing an eye and scowling at me, she begins "Even so, there must be some reason he didn't talk to you. Did something else happen that you're not telling me?" She challenged.

Yes. "No." I lied.

Looking at me, then to the floor, she let out a heavy breath and pushed up off the coffee table.

"Ok, I believe you, love. But if you want to talk about, or anything else, just let me know." she eyed me reassuringly.

"Ok." I smiled. After she left the room, I made my way to my room to work on some homework.

(…)

Taking a break from my school work, I rotate in my head in circles, popping the discomfort of sitting in a desk chair for hours away. I glance at the red number of my alarm clock to see that it reads 9:45. UGH. I've been doing homework for an hour and a half on a Friday night. This is literally so pathetic. I need to do something else. For the next couple of hours, I basically did everything under the sun. I played video games, watched a couple of episodes on Netflix, ordered some pizza, and talked on the phone with Taylor, but she had to go, had a date with this boy she was big time crushing on. Everyone was enjoying their night but me. Figures.

After hours of dull attempts to entertain myself, I walked into my bathroom to brush my teeth and get ready for bed. Really the whole night I was thinking about Connor and his date. I walked around the bathroom talking to myself like a lunatic, occasionally spewing toothpaste blobs. I bet they're having just a peachy time. I bet they're making out. What it they are doing more. Oh God… No. Jude. Don't go there… besides… what does it matter if they're doing the nasty… doing the nasty… Jude, really? ARE YOU 12?! UGH WHATEVER! I bet they're being all smug. Holding hands, and sharing popcorn, sipping from the same drink. Swapping smiles, laughs—kisses—NOPE! thats it. I'm done thinking about this! And with that, I took a swig of water and spit in the sink.

Walking over to my nightstand, I reached under the lampshade and flicked the switch. I undid the covers of my bed and snuggled in. As I was close to falling asleep, the screen of my phone lit up, illuminating the room. Without looking, I reached for my phone and brought it to my face. The brightness causing me to squint. I looked at the screen to see a message from him. Connor. Part of me just wanted to turn over and go to bed, but the other side, the side that always ends up winning, told me to read it. I unlocked my phone and read the message.

Hey Jude. I don't know if you're asleep or not, and even if you aren't I don't expect you to respond to this. I just wanted to say that I'm sorry for blowing you off. I really can't explain why I did it, I just did. You're my best friend and I don't like it when we fight. I really hope you can forgive me.

After reading the message a few times, I decided that I would reply. Connor was right. We're best friends, and he says he's sorry, so I believed him, but I wasn't going to let him off that easily.

If u can't explain why u did it, there's no reason to apologize, bc u dont know why ur sorry

I didn't expect a response very soon, but it was basically instant, like he was waiting up for me to respond even if he wasn't sure I was going to.

Jude pls dont b like this! I really cant explain it, I do stupid things sometimes, and u know that! please just forgive me! I need you!

He needs me…What does that even mean? It's probably typical Jude reading far too into something. He can't mean it in an emotional type of way, he probably just means it platonically…like, just…just in a friend way.

I forgive you Con. I've done stupid stuff too, lol and u know that!

Thank you so much Jude! You know I love you like my brother!

Yeah. I knew that. What else could it have been. My fingers glided across the screen to type out a response.

Now, the real question is…how are you going to make this up to me :P

I watched as the typing bubbles bobbed across the screen.

Don't worry. I have the perfect idea ;)

I felt my cheeks heat up as I read that message. Why does he always seem to say stuff like this to me? After all this time, I STILL DON'T GET IT!

Still trying to mull over Connor's last text, he sends another one:

I'm coming over tomorrow. B ready 1! Night I'm going to bed! :)

I just couldn't help but smile at his text. And in a matter of minutes, my day had just done a complete 180. I placed my phone back on the stand, and went to bed that night with a smile on my face. Tomorrow was going to be a great day.