Conan Gray

Conan and you were at a fun fair, looking around the place, bustling crowds around you. It’s sort of warm, seeing it was a sunny day. But then again the wind and air were damp and chilly from the heavy rain the night before. Now the roads were still semi-wet and cars were shining in left over droplets of rain.

You both walk to a stand that sold pastries and simple fruits dipped in chocolate. Conan bought you and himself a cup of freshly covered strawberries. The chocolate looked like it came out of Willy wonka’s factory. It was warm, gooey and so sweet. You were picking the strawberries out with the small pick they gave you. Due to more chocolate than fruit, some slipped past your lips and Conan just chuckled. He couldn’t deny that he developed some sort of feelings for you. He knows you’re both best friends, but he also always knew he’d fall in love.

If you made him so happy that you were his best friend, you can make him happy enough to make his heart swell for you, no?…

Conan laughs, still chewing on a strawberry,

“Got some chocolate on your lips! And past them!” He grabbed a paper towel that was handed to him and handed it to you.