We walked down the street together, arms linked in an odd fashion. Because holding hands was too 'mainstream' and my beautiful Connor was a huge hipster. I bet it looked very strange to other people passing by. Two very feminine guys connected by their forearms skipping down the street. What an interesting sight to see.

The two of us ended up at his house because we lost track of time and had somehow walked that far. Their was a comfortable silence between us. You could feel the passion without even saying a word. It's so nice to have someone to feel like that with.

     We entered his house and plopped down onto the sofa.  The tv turned on by the click on a button as he grabbed the remote. Connor put on The Walking Dead on netflix and we marathoned for awhile.

   Suddenly, the sound of a phone stared ringing. It was his and he pulled it out of his pocket. "Shit" he barely nurtured probably thinking I didn't hear.

"Something wrong babe?" I inquired, putting on protective mode. I was always worried about him. He acts different sometimes but I knew he was depressed and couldn't help but be off. Something else was new though and I hadn't figure it out and he's neglected to mention anything.

"No no, just gotta take this call is all?" He breathed smiling to reassure me that everything's okay. Connor then walked away and left me to pause the television and wait for his return.

In a few minutes, he was back. "I'm sorry hun but I gotta go. Love you." he gave me a quick peck on the check and raced out the door, leaving me stupefied in his house alone.

I called my mother for a ride back home and then laid in bed wondering as soon as I got back. What's been up with him lately?