I'm having an allergic reaction to the universe.

Kon’s favorite time of the year is Winter, because it’s a lot more socially acceptable to be inside a lot. / He doesn’t understand how the hell Donald Trump is a serious contender for president. He also doesn’t understand glitches in the matrix and if he thinks about them too much he freaks himself out. / Anything that has a ton of cheese of any kind is generally right up his alley. / Hands down, writing and drawing calms him down, it’s his go to, especially with writing, he can get into a zone and block out the world.

Kon spends less hoursin the day not on a computer than he does tbh. 

Kon’s phone gallery is filled with mostly screenshots of cool things he comes across on the internet or notes he’s taken. Besides that it’s a lot of downloaded pictures for his wallpapers, not a lot of actual pictures at all. 

Konnor has a huge problem understanding Math of any kind, it’s his Achilles heel and has been forever. His low SAT scores in Math were devastating, but his reading, writing, and essay portion saved his butt, all three being substantially high. 

Had Konnor ever thought about what kissing Leila would be like he wouldn’t be able to give a straight answer, which was probably why he was so surprised now that he had. He kissed her with an urgency, like his lips were trying to find out more about hers via some strange mouth to mouth osmosis, and his hands weren’t far behind, running over smooth, pale skin. He saw why everybody wanted her; why Benji thought she was so amazing. When he separated from her, his chest rising and falling, he had the dopiest of grins on his face. “Your hugs are good. But your kissing blows it clean out of the water.” 

Hoots and hollers were heard from all over the large room, when Konnor kissed Benji, his fingers grabbed a patch of shaggy dark locks and Konnor didn’t think it was nearly as weird as he thought it would be, he didn’t know why some guys were so weird about it. In fact he intensified things, only earning a bigger reaction. Plus, he was wearing a blonde wig and a bunch of fake green muscles while Benji was dressed in a get up with subtle galaxy print all over it, the kiss was the least weird part. But they were at a comic book convention, they were Wiccan And Hulkling, and he was trying to win a contest dammit, so it would just be stupid not to commit to the cosplay. When he pulled away, Konnor grinned at Benji, “Dude your lips are like way soft, up top.” He commanded and held his hand out to give his friend a high five. 

Fear encompassed Konnor’s entire being so greatly the moment his lips melded with Taylor’s, not because she was scary, but he thought she was with Charlotte, and well Charlotte was scary. But her lips moved into his, urging him to move past his fear, to not seize up, but to embrace this, whatever this was. She was amazing kisser, and Konnor tried not to think about what she must think of his skills, the dead fish thing was hardly sexy, then he told himself not to think anymore, because he had a gorgeous girl, (what Dick would probably call ‘a baddie’) with her arms around his neck and she was kissing him. So he didn’t think, and just did, letting his body do the driving on this one, and no doubt surprised Taylor when he hooked his fingers into her belt loops and pulled her flush against him before he slid his arms around her waist and to her back side, taking control of the kiss. He didn’t know what prompted this, but he wouldn’t squander the opportunity, if he died tomorrow, he’d die with a hell of a story to tell in heaven. 

There was a distinct possibility that Konnor Cruz was broken and all it took was his dream girl's lips. He didn't know how it started (he didn't care) He didn't know why it ended (though he suspected that it was because he needed to breathe, stupid bodily necessities), all he knew was what he felt: Pure, raw, explosive pleasure! Better than drugs, better than smack! Better than a dope-coke-crack-fix-shit-shoot-sniff-ganja-marijuana-blotter-acid-ecstasy! Better than sex, head, 69, orgies, masturbation, tantrism, Kama Sutra or Thai doggy-style! Better than strawberry milkshakes! Better than George Lucas's trilogy, the first Avengers movie and Marvel Netflix TV shows! Better than Laurel Lance, Marilyn Monroe, Lara Croft and Gigi Hadid's beauty marks! Better than the B-side to Abbey Road, Jimmy Hendrix and the first man on the moon! Space Mountain, Santa Claus, Bill Gates' fortune, the Dalai Lama, Lazarus raised from the dead! Schwarzenegger's testosterone shots, Pam Anderson's lips! Woodstock, raves... Better than Sade, Rimbaud, Morrison and Castaneda! Better than freedom, better than life!

If someone told Konnor that he would ever know what it felt like to kiss Penelope he would have though they were either insane or a dick, (or maybe just Dick which in that case same thing), but the soft pressure lingered on his lips as his eyes fluttered open, once their mouths parted. “Wow...” He said, his voice was unbelieving even with uttering just one word, but a few seconds later his mind kicked back in, “So uh... I guess Julia isn’t here then?”