old-29

[old-29]

Finally

By; .O.L.D.

CONRAD x READER

It had been a tough summer for us Conklins. My sister, Belly, called Jeremiah which is how we learned that Conrad went missing. As much to my sister’s dismay, I tagged along with her and Jeremiah when they decided to go search for him.

The thing is, I’ve been in love with Conrad since I was kid. I liked him before Belly did. I had told her one night that I liked Connie which was mistake on my part because she started to notice him more. Noticing him more led her to becoming in love with him.

Conrad and I were always so close, he made me feel so included as I tended to be left out of most activities that Jere, Steven and Belly were apart of. I also had a lot of differences compared to them which is why they never included me in anything. For example, they thought it was weird when I decided to read instead of going to the beach . So, with certain choices like that, they never really invited me to tag along. However, Conrad was always there for me and he taught me how to tie knots, he’d read with me, he let me talk to him about things that made me happy, he would watch movies with me, he even won me this cute elephant stuffy, that I named Einstein, at the boardwalk when I was sick and couldn’t go. He was just always there for me. He was my favourite person. Therefore, when I found out that he went missing, it was my turn to be there for him. However, with everything that happened this year, I was nervous to see him.

When Conrad and my sister started dating, I strayed away from Conrad. I avoided his calls, I never answered his messages and when he tried to start conversations with me in person, I was very dry. So, we ended up loosing touch. I was hurt, even though he didn’t know why. It just hurt seeing him and my sister so happy. That’s why I thought it was so out of the blue when Conrad broke up with Belly at prom. I had such a crappy night that day. I had to watch the love of my life take my sister to prom and then I had to listen to my sister cry about how the love of my life broke her heart. The thing was, Conrad was off all night and I had to keep reminding my sister that his mom was dying and to give him a bit of a break. I couldn’t imagine how it would feel if our mom was dying. However, I wasn’t expecting him to break up with my sister.

As much as my sister wanted me to stay home and so did my anxiety tey, I couldn’t get over the fact that Conrad was missing. I promised Susannah that I would look after him when she passed away and I will always keep that promise. It was a very awkward drive up there and I felt like I was just used by Jeremiah to make the situation less awkward. He kept asking me questions that he had no interest in asking me in all the years I have known him. Eventually I just put my headphones in and left them alone with their problems. The interactions between Belly and Jeremiah were super awkward to be around.

After last summer, I’ve had a lot of resentment towards my sister. I was super happy when I originally found out that she was with Jeremiah. They seemed like they would make a very good couple but at the end of summer I found out she kissed Conrad. I don’t just hold the resentment towards her kissing Conrad but also because I feel like it was a shitty thing to do if she was with Jere. She was making things messy, like Steven said. Her choices and behaviour made me angry and I couldn’t even hold a conversation with her without being mad. So overall, the tension on the drive up to Cousins was horrible.

However, even though this summer was super stressful, it was also super rehabilitating. Conrad and I became close again, Jeremiah, Belly and Conrad worked things out, Steven and Taylor got together and we even became close with Jere and Con’s cousin, Skye. Belly and I even smoothed things over with our relationship. Although, my relationship between Conrad felt different in a really amazing way. Our stares would linger far more than they should, he was more touchy with me and I swore at the party, before Milo and Stevens fight, we almost kissed. I thought this summer brought us closer together. Which brings us to today.

Yesterday we found out that Conrad got into Stanford but because he missed a week before his final, he didn’t think he’d be able to pass which meant no Stanford. Thus, we pulled a famous all nighter. I was so proud of Conrad, so proud, and I reminded him every five seconds. We even had a group dance party in the kitchen. It was a nice night.

Now we are on the way to Brown in support of Conrad. I want to make sure that his Stanford dream comes true. A studying Conrad and I are in the backseat while Belly and Jere are in the front.

“She’s a good girl, loves her mama!” Belly, Jere and I sang loudly.

“I’m trying to study!” Conrad exclaimed.

“She’s a good girl, crazy about Elvis.” Belly sang while looking at Conrad.

“Loves horses and her boyfriend too.” I sang while I tapped Conrad’s nose.

He gave me one of his luxurious smiles which just melted my heart. I would do anything for this boy, he made me so happy.

As we pulled into Brown, my nervousness got worse. I was nervous for Conrad. This week must have been a lot of pressure. Dealing with the house being up for sale and dealing with the thought of school. I could just feel the weight on this boy’s shoulders. It must have been the same for Conrad because he grabbed my hand and squeezed it.

“Hey”, I began to whisper, “you are going to do great! I’ll walk you to the door ok?”

“Ok. Thank you guys, I really appreciate it.”

“Of course man, go kill it.” Jeremiah said.

“You’ll do great Con!”

Whenever my sister talked to Conrad, I got rushes of jealousy. Sometimes I wonder if there is still something there between the two.

“Alright guys, I’ll be back eventually.” I said as I got out of the car.

Conrad walked over to me and held my hand.

“You should tour around Brown. You’d love it here, y/n/n! They have a huge library that you’d spend a lot of time in.”

“I was actually going to apply here, but you’re going to Stanford so maybe I’ll apply there!”

He chuckled.

“I just wanted to apply where you go so that if I get in, I’ll know that I’ll always have you. You’re my favourite person, Con.”

“You’ll always have me. I’m always a phone call away. You’re my favourite person too so I don’t want you to worry about loosing me.”

He turned to look at me and didn’t say anything, instead he hugged me

“I’ll be right here when you walk out, ok? I promise.”

“Yes ma’am! Also, thank you. It really means a lot that you stuck around. ”

I held out to that promise. I toured Brown a little bit. It was super pretty, he was right, I would love it here. It felt like a Gilmore Girls moment at Yale. I even got to check out the library and it was so cozy. I decided to spend the rest of the time reading under a tree. I could really picture myself here. I must of zoned out because the next thing I know I’m being called by Conrad.

“Earth to y/n!”

“Con, sorry, how’d it go!?”

“Are you ready to visit me in California!?”

“Conrad!!! I’m so proud of you. I knew you could do it.”

We hugged for what felt like a very long time which I didn’t mind. I was so proud of him. He was off to great places this boy.

“Let’s go tell Jeremiah and Belly! They’ll be so proud of you!!”

I wasn’t even paying attention to where I was going because I was too busy paying attention to Conrad’s smile. He looked so proud of himself! All of a sudden, his smile faded and when I looked at where he was staring, my mouth dropped open. My sister and his brother were making out. My heart dropped for two reasons. One, this must hurt Conrad judging by his facial expression and two, if he is hurt by this, he still must love Belly.

Conrad cleared his throat. Jeremiah and Belly looked like they saw a ghost.

“Y/n, could you give us all a minute?”

“Y-yeah.”

I walked back to the courtyard. I was curious on why Conrad didn’t want me around for what he wanted to say.

Conrads POV:

“Conrad…”

“You told me no, Belly.” I said.

“What?” Belly looked very confused.

“At the party, when I asked if I could tell y/n how I’ve been feeling. You told me no.”

“Yeah I did but-“

“Out of respect I didn’t and my chest physically hurts to not be able to say how I feel. How I’ve felt for a very long time. I just don’t get how I can’t tell y/n how I feel but you can make out with my brother!? Screw this.”

I was so mad. I’ve been in love with y/n forever but I only dated Belly because I thought I had no chance. I know that sounds terrible but I thought that if I could move on and be happy, it wouldn’t matter. However, a week before prom y/n called Belly and because Belly was in the shower, I picked up the phone and it was a conversation that made me realize that I couldn’t keep pretending. So I let Belly go. I know I should have told her before prom but I couldn’t find a way to say “hey, I’ve been in love with your sister since forever and now I have a chance so I have to break up with you” and on top of everything, my mom was really sick. It was a tough situation and I had a lot in my mind which altered my mood at prom. For the longest time I was crushed by the fact that I wasted an opportunity with y/n. However, I eventually found a way to tell Belly about my feelings for y/n this week and when I asked for her blessing, she said no. Now she’s making out with my brother.

“Con, you can have her. I only said what I said because I was extremely drunk and wasn’t really thinking straight. It was a rough night at the party, everything was getting destroyed at the house. Me saying no to you about y/n was a mistake because I don’t mean it, I know you’ve been in love with her for a long time. Dating you was holding you back from what you truly wanted. I should’ve let you go sooner and I’m sorry for that. Now go to her!”

So I did.

Y/n’s POV:

I was standing there in the courtyard for what felt like hours. All the resentment I had for Belly came back and I was hurt all over again. This situation made me realize that no matter what, I wouldn’t have a chance with Conrad. I was about to make my way back to the car when I noticed Conrad approaching me angrily.

“Conrad, are you ok?”

“I broke up with Belly because of you.”

“Oh.” My face dropped, I didn’t want to be the reason for his unhappiness.

“No! No, no, that came out wrong. What I meant was, when you called Belly, but I picked up and you told me you liked me, I couldn’t- wait, you don’t remember?”

“No I don’t, I-“

And it all came flooding back to me.

“That was you on the phone!?”

It was a party that I didn’t want to go to. Taylor asked me to go to a party but I also just found out that Belly was bringing Conrad to the prom and I was super bummed and didn’t want to go. Taylor knew that I’ve had a thing for Conrad and she promised to never tell Belly.

“You can’t just sit in your room, crying while you watch ‘My Girl’, it’s not good for you. So, get ready and I’ll be there in 20 minutes.”

So I got ready and let’s just say I got extremely drunk. I normally never drink so all the alcohol I consumed hit hard.

“That’s it, I’m calling B-belly and telling her how she i-is annoying.”

“Y/n, don’t-“

“Dialled. Go back to Milo.”

“Hey, y/n/n.” the other side of the phone said

“Listen Belly, you win ok!?”

“No, y/n, it’s Con-“

“You can have anything you want! Anything. I just want Conrad.”

I was sobbing at this point.

“I miss him. I know you are with him but I love him so much Bells. I wish that he chose me over you. I-I know that’s a shitty thing to say but I’ve wanted him my whole life. I just want Conrad,Belly, please. I’m begging you.”

With that I hung up the phone. What I didn’t register was that it was Conrad. I thought it was Belly. We never talked about the incident after and I thought it was just because she didn’t care what I wanted which made me resent her more.

“I broke up with her because of wanting you and this summer when I asked-“

“You want me?”

I was on the verge of crying. I’ve been looking forward to this moment for years and I never thought I had a chance.

“O-of course I do, y/n. I have for years but I always thought that you never wanted me. I’ve been in love with you forever.”

“You don’t love Belly anymore?”

“If I loved her, I’d still be with her. Y/n, you’re the only one I’ve ever wanted.”

He walked towards me and gave me the most passionate kiss ever. It held so much emotion. His hands cupped my face while mine grasped his shoulders. Our lips were in sync. Everything was perfect. It was better than I expected what a first kiss would be.

“I love you, Con.”

“I love you too, y/n, now let’s get you home.”

#conrad fisher #the summer i turned pretty #tsitp #team conrad #conrad x reader #conrad x belly

[old-29]

Can I pls get a Jere x y/n thing like it's their first kiss and they've been friends for a while and Jere is likely really flirty

Delicate

by .O.L.D.

(Hopefully, you like this :) )

Summary: You and Jeremiah have a flirty relationship; he flirts and you get blushy, however, will things change at the last party at the beach house. Will you finally experience your first kiss with Jere?

Jeremiah Fisher. So many things come to mind when I hear that name. I’ve been in love with Jere since I was 8 years old, ever since I learned what love actually is. Jeremiah is someone I tell everything to. He knows almost everything about my life. The only thing we both never talk about is our love life. Yes, I know that Jere has a lot of hookups but because of that, I never tell him anything about my love life. That’s also because I don’t have one. I’ve never done anything with anyone including having my first kiss. I haven’t found someone, either then Jeremiah, that I’d want to experience that with. It doesn’t help that Jeremiah and I have a flirty relationship, as in he flirts and I get nervous and blushy. He is the only guy I see, the only guy I want to experience my firsts with. However, I could never tell him that.

I was sat next to Jeremiah in the car, stealing glances at him quite often. Conrad, Belly, Jere and I were all running errands for this party we are planning at the cousins beach house. We just found out that beach house is being sold, Jeremiah and Conrad’s aunt, Julia, is going to Boston to finalize everything. We decided to throw one last party for our last night here, at the beach house.

At this point, the glancing turned into complete staring. He was just so pretty, I couldn’t help it.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

“Shut up, Jere.”

“Like you would ever want me to do that. All I’m saying is that if you’re just going to stare at me all the time, I’ll get a photo album, fill it with super hot photos of me, then bam, happy birthday.”

I laughed. He tended to flirt with me more often.

We arrived at Party City and we decided to make some friendly competition; whoever fills their cart up first, wins, while the others load the decorations into the house.

“May the best person win.” I said.

I love me some competition. I was thriving the day at the boardwalk!

“Best of luck, gorgeous.”

With that, Jeremiah looks at me and winks.

I always thought I meant something more to Jeremiah. There’s this connection I feel and it is unexplainable. We always want to be around each other, we cuddle while watching movies, he kisses me on the cheek, he flirts with me and I always feel so many emotions when I’m around him. I just felt that all those actions meant something more. However, I never realized that I was the only one that must have felt it. I quickly began to understand that it’s just me that feels that way during the summer where he kissed my sister, Belly, in the beach house pool. I remember that day like it was yesterday.

I woke up after falling asleep reading in Belly and I’s shared room. Since I was really thirsty, I decided to go get a glass of water. The house was quieter than usual but I never suspected anything of it. As I filled up my glass full of cold water, I noticed the pool area’s lighting was on.

“Ah, Belly must be having one of her usual night swims.” I said to myself.

I began to make my way out to the pool to talk to my sister but then I saw them. Jeremiah and my sister were making out in the pool. I was full of pure shock and betrayal since Belly knew that I have loved Jere since I was a kid. I froze in place just staring at what was happening.

Jeremiah must have felt someone staring at him because he pulled away from Belly only to be met with my very sad expression. It felt like the eye contact between the both of us lasted forever. His face began to drop as he read my emotions which led him to start getting out of the pool. However, before he came to confront me or talk, I started to walk away and go back upstairs.

I sat on the bed trying to hold in my tears. A million thoughts racing through my head.

How could Belly do this to me? Do you think he likes her? Are they dating now? Why am I so stupid?

“Y/n, can we talk?”

His voice made me freeze, I didn’t want him to talk, I didn’t want to see him at all.

“S-sure.” I said shakily.

I was awkwardly sitting on the bed.

“I didn’t mean to make you upset when I kissed Belly.”

He was so upfront with me about things.

“You didn’t, Jere.”

“But you looked-“

“Embarrassed? I just interrupted my best friend kissing my sister.”

“Yeah, but-“

“Listen Jere, we aren’t dating so why would I be upset?”

I was so lying.

“Huh, dating?” He smirked at me.

“I J-just meant that-“

“I know what you meant, cutie.”

Cutie. One of many nicknames he calls me.

“Jere-“

“I just wanted to say I was sorry.”

“It’s ok.”

He started to walk away but I panicked.

“D-did it mean anything? Do you have feeling for her? Like, are you and my sister a thing?”

“She kissed me. It didn’t mean anything. I promise.”

He was right, it didn’t mean anything to him because later in the summer I found out through Belly that she asked him to be her escort to the Deb ball and he said no. He told her that the kiss was a mistake and that he wanted to stay just friends. Due to me and Belly both being in the ball, I began to freak out internally when she told me that because I was planning on asking Jere to go. When I finally mustered up courage to ask Jeremiah to be my escort, I was so nervous. However, to my surprise, he replied to my request with, “anything for you, y/n/n”, accompanied with a kiss on the cheek.

I was too lost intertwined with all my feelings towards Jeremiah, that I didn’t fill the cart in time. That would mean that I was stuck loading the decorations into the house.

Eventually it was time for the party, I was all dressed up and ready to go. I was wearing my retro outfit along with Susannah’s roller skates. I was never good at roller skating. I remember when Jeremiah was teaching me to roller skate, I fell so many times that eventually he had to tell me that roller skating wasn’t for me. We ended up playing cards together instead.

I was doing quite well on the roller skates, until I wasn’t. I began to fall but then someone caught me. As I looked up to see who it was, I was met with the most gorgeous blue eyes ever. Jeremiah Fishers.

“You don’t need to hurt yourself to get my attention.”

His words sent chills down my spine. Yes, he had flirt with me before but something felt different this time.

“I’m sorry.” I was a stuttering mess.

His eyes felt like they were burning right through me. My cheeks were flushed, I could tell because my face felt hot.

“You like me, just admit it.”

His words shocked me. I began to feel very nervous. Of course, I would do anything to tell him but I was feeling really embarrassed, clearly I was so obvious that he knew I liked him. Also, Jeremiah is so experienced that it intimidates me. I don’t want to make a fool out of myself and I also don’t want to tell him how I feel in a room full of drunk teenagers. I quickly removed the roller skates and began to make my way out of the house.

“I- uh- I need a minute.”

“Y/n!” I hear Jeremiah call after me.

I was walking so fast through the group of people at the party, I just wanted out of there. I was so overwhelmed. The way the words spilt off Jere’s lips. I felt as if he was the popular guy in school who is honoured to learn that the nerd has a crush on him, nevertheless, he won’t ever be with the nerd. I felt so stupid.

I made my way to the beach. The waves always calmed me. I watched as they rolled through the water, my anxiety slowly wandered away.

“Y/n/n, why’d you leave?”

He must have followed me. I’m really glad he did.

“I’m sorry, Jere.”

“Was I wrong? You don’t like me?”

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. The anxiety that wandered away had wandered back.

“I- uh-“

“I swore- I swore you did. The blushing whenever I flirt with you, the way you got upset over me kissing Belly. Am I right or am I just an idiot?”

I could tell he felt bothered by this. Like, all these moments really meant nothing and that he was wrong. However, he was not wrong.

“No, you aren’t an idiot.” I mumbled.

“So, you do like me?”

I nodded. I felt so shy. No words could come out of my mouth.

“How long?” he asked me, his tone was serious.

I didn’t want to answer that question. I was already embarrassed, this would be the cherry on top.

“As cliché as it will sound…since I learned what love was.”

“Love?”

“Jere, I’m already so embarrassed as it is. You don’t need to rub it in. I get it, I am the nerd to the popular boy.”

“What?” He chuckled.

“You know how there are movies where the popular high school boy finds out that the nerd is in love with them? He feels so honoured but he will never-“

I was going on a tangent, speaking really fast. Nerves tend to do that.

“Just…stop.”

Jeremiah Fisher began to lean in for a kiss.

“Woah, what are you doing?” I asked.

I was so nervous to have my first kiss with Jere because I felt as if I’d be horrible.

“Do you not want to?” His facial expressions resembled a little bit of hurt.

“No, no, I do but it’s my- it’s just-“

I did not want to tell him how inexperienced I was.

“It’s your first kiss, I know. Is it ok if I kiss you?”

“Y-yeah.”

With that, he leaned in. His lips were almost touching when he said:

“I’ve been waiting to do this…forever.”

Then the gap closed. It felt so incredible. Our lips moved perfectly together and it felt as if there was a thousand fireworks going off. His hands cupped my cheeks while mine rested on his shoulders, everything felt so delicate.

I eventually pulled away because I had to catch my breath.

“Thank you.”

Thank you!? I watched so many videos about how not to say that after you kiss someone. I was so dumb.

“You’re most certainly welcome! Also, you’re not a nerd.” and he kissed my cheek.

I started laughing and so did he. He then took my hand and led me back to the house where we sat and talked for the rest of the night.

That was the summer where I started dating Jeremiah Fisher.

#the summer i turned pretty #jeremiah fisher #tsitp #team jeremiah #tsitp jeremiah #jeremiah x reader

[old-29]

Hi guys!

I just wanted to let you know that I take requests for imagines about fictional characters like tsitp. Feel free to drop some ideas and I will create them into imagines as soon as I can :)

#the summer i turned pretty #tsitp

[old-29]

He needed me

by .O.L.D.

Summary: It’s Susannah’s funeral and you know that Conrad Fisher needs you.

Warning: mention of drugs, funeral, death

*Change of font is a flashback*

He needed me:

A lot of people were in that room, people who barely knew her. It was almost not fair that the people who barely knew her got to grieve when the people who were the closest to her tried their best to keep it together. At least I was trying. However, Susannah made a huge mark on the world so I was at least glad people came to reflect on that. As I was sitting through the eulogy the priest was saying, I refused to show any emotion. At least I tried. I couldn’t break down because of Conrad, I needed to be strong for him and his brother Jeremiah. Even though the two of them sat in front of my family so they couldn’t see if I broke down or not, I still wanted to be strong for them, I wanted to be the person they could lean on, if needed. I was doing a great job bottling everything down until it was Conrad’s turn to speak.

I’ve been in love with Conrad since I’ve been going to Cousins to spend the summer with the Fishers. My mom, Laurel, was best friends with Susannah so I grew up with the 2 brothers every summer. My twin sister, Belly or Isabel, has a massive crush on Conrad too but last summer she was on her last straw with him. You see, last summer, the last one we had with Susannah, Conrad and I had a moment. I was the only one who was there for him with what he was going through. I know my sister tried by wanting him to open up to her and she was coming off a little forceful but I took a different approach that Conrad was not expecting.

I sat there on the beach, completely spacing out and forgetting the world. My sister and I just finished embarrassing ourselves at the first annual bonfire. As in “embarrassing ourselves”, I mean, Belly embarrassing herself and me just kinda being there. I was always just there. I don’t really have any of my own friends at school, I just hang out with Belly and every boy I think is interested in me, it’s Belly they like. See, I’m just there. I was completely lost in thought until a very handsome boy sat next to me.

“I knew I would find you here”,Conrad said as he pulled a joint out of his pocket.

I was never one to talk to him, of course I did but it was usually a conversation accompanied by my brother, sister, Jeremiah or one of the moms. If I was stuck having a conversation by myself with Conrad, I was a stuttering mess which he seemed to find very amusing.

As I looked over at him, I began to see how tired and worried the boy was which he tried to hide with an asshole demeanour. As I continued to unravel the boy, all the thoughts that were helping me form a conversation just disappeared and I just spoke.

“Connie, I’m not expecting you to tell me what’s wrong or to open up to me eventually and I’m not going to lecture you on why you are acting the way you are. All I’m going to say is stop throwing away who you are. Smoking weed isn’t like you and drinking a lot isn’t like you. You quit training camp which I know that even if you sat on the bench all season, you’d still have the time of your life. So, you can keep telling everyone that nothing is wrong and that you’re “fine” but I know that it’s complete and utter bullshit. All I’m trying to say is that I am worried about you and that I hope you know that whatever is going on, I’m here for you, even if you need me to sit on the beach and watch you smoke. I’d do anything because I love you, Conrad!”

Then I embraced him in a hug. I wasn’t expecting him to tell me what was wrong like my sister, mom and Susannah had been. I just needed him to know that I was there for him. However, I also wasn’t expecting pulling back from the hug only to receive one of the best first kisses someone could ever experience. He was gentle yet showed a lot of passion. His hands cupped my face as mine rested on his shoulders. It was a much needed kiss that held so much emotion and unsaid things.

“I love you too, y/n.”

I don’t know what went wrong after that. I was too nervous to talk to him after our moment, even though he expressed multiple times that he wanted to talk to about what happened. I would’ve dated him in a heartbeat but I didn’t want him to feel burdened by me and I felt that I would screw something up and that I was not good enough for him. So, we went back to being “friends” and I watched him date Nicole while meanwhile I was dying inside. However, Conrad continued being there for me while I continued being there for him. He even became my escort because I didn’t want to ask anyone else but him so Susannah “forced” him to take me. However, Conrad said that he was glad he took me in the first place. Then that night, everyone found out Susannah’s cancer came back which Conrad knew about for a long time. The rest of summer was all of us hanging out together as a group until summer was over and it was time to return back home. We would spend the rest of the year not reaching out until one day I received an out of the blue call from a sobbing Conrad about how his mother was dying. Then, my mom flew out to Boston so she could be there to support Susannah and the boys and the week before the funeral, my siblings and I flew out to support Conrad and Jeremiah which is now leading us to this day.

It was Conrad’s turn to speak and I watched as he stood up and walked towards the seat up at the front of the church, sit down and pull out an acoustic guitar

“This is the song that she would always ask me to play for her.”

He was so nervous and he kept glancing around the room until he met my eyes. Then he began to sing.

“Oh where, oh where, can my baby be? The lord took her away from me. She’s gone to heaven so I’ve got to be good so I can see my baby when I leave this world.”

All the strength that I had mustered up so I could be strong for the two Fisher brothers disappeared and I began silently sobbing. My sister noticed as she wrapped her arm around me. I was shaking with every sob. Conrad made direct eye contact with my sobbing self and he began to stutter over the lyrics. I watched as he tried to gain the strength to continue singing but every time he tried, he kept breaking down. I knew how much this song meant to him and that in this moment he wanted nothing more to finish it for his mom, so I stood up and started to make my way over to where he sat.

“Sit down, y/n”, my mom exclaimed in a very serious yet whispered voice.

My mom was always very critical on decisions I’d make or things I’d try to do. Yes, she was like this with my other siblings but it never compared to me.

“Let her go, Laurel”, my dad whispered back.

I began to walk up to him. He stared in my eyes and with each step closer to him, I could see all of his sadness freeze, even if it was just for a moment. I found myself standing behind him and putting my hand on his very tense shoulder. I bent down to whisper in his ear:

“I’m here for you Connie. I’m right here.”

His shoulders seemed to relax and then Conrad began to sing again. I knew that he needed someone there for him in this moment. As he sang, I began to cry again so I rested my head on Conrad’s head so no one could see my tears. I knew people could tell I was crying because my body was shaking with sobs. However, none of it mattered because I was there with Conrad. Once Conrad finished, I wiped my tears away and gave Conrad a very weak smile as he stood up to look at me.

“Thank you, y/n/n.”

I grabbed his hand as I saw tears forming in his eyes. I gave his hand a squeeze and went to let it go but Conrad grasped it. I knew he still needed me. We walked back to our seats and instead of me sitting with my family, I sat with Conrad as he rested his head on my shoulder with my hand still in his.

Once the funeral service was over, he turned to look at me.

“Can you stay with me, y/n/n. I really need you.”

“Of course, Connie. Anything you need me to do, I will.”

With that, we stood up and walked out of the church. My dad gave Conrad and I a ride over to the reception. Conrad never said a word the rest of the day but he never let me go. He either held my hand, my waist or made sure our arms were touching. He needed me and quite frankly, I needed him too. It always made me feel better to know that he was ok.

All I knew is that I needed to be there for the boy I loved for years as I still and always will love him.

[old-29]

He needed me

by .O.L.D.

Summary: It’s Susannah’s funeral and you know that Conrad Fisher needs you.

Warning: mention of drugs, funeral, death

*Change of font is a flashback*

He needed me:

A lot of people were in that room, people who barely knew her. It was almost not fair that the people who barely knew her got to grieve when the people who were the closest to her tried their best to keep it together. At least I was trying. However, Susannah made a huge mark on the world so I was at least glad people came to reflect on that. As I was sitting through the eulogy the priest was saying, I refused to show any emotion. At least I tried. I couldn’t break down because of Conrad, I needed to be strong for him and his brother Jeremiah. Even though the two of them sat in front of my family so they couldn’t see if I broke down or not, I still wanted to be strong for them, I wanted to be the person they could lean on, if needed. I was doing a great job bottling everything down until it was Conrad’s turn to speak.

I’ve been in love with Conrad since I’ve been going to Cousins to spend the summer with the Fishers. My mom, Laurel, was best friends with Susannah so I grew up with the 2 brothers every summer. My twin sister, Belly or Isabel, has a massive crush on Conrad too but last summer she was on her last straw with him. You see, last summer, the last one we had with Susannah, Conrad and I had a moment. I was the only one who was there for him with what he was going through. I know my sister tried by wanting him to open up to her and she was coming off a little forceful but I took a different approach that Conrad was not expecting.

I sat there on the beach, completely spacing out and forgetting the world. My sister and I just finished embarrassing ourselves at the first annual bonfire. As in “embarrassing ourselves”, I mean, Belly embarrassing herself and me just kinda being there. I was always just there. I don’t really have any of my own friends at school, I just hang out with Belly and every boy I think is interested in me, it’s Belly they like. See, I’m just there. I was completely lost in thought until a very handsome boy sat next to me.

“I knew I would find you here”,Conrad said as he pulled a joint out of his pocket.

I was never one to talk to him, of course I did but it was usually a conversation accompanied by my brother, sister, Jeremiah or one of the moms. If I was stuck having a conversation by myself with Conrad, I was a stuttering mess which he seemed to find very amusing.

As I looked over at him, I began to see how tired and worried the boy was which he tried to hide with an asshole demeanour. As I continued to unravel the boy, all the thoughts that were helping me form a conversation just disappeared and I just spoke.

“Connie, I’m not expecting you to tell me what’s wrong or to open up to me eventually and I’m not going to lecture you on why you are acting the way you are. All I’m going to say is stop throwing away who you are. Smoking weed isn’t like you and drinking a lot isn’t like you. You quit training camp which I know that even if you sat on the bench all season, you’d still have the time of your life. So, you can keep telling everyone that nothing is wrong and that you’re “fine” but I know that it’s complete and utter bullshit. All I’m trying to say is that I am worried about you and that I hope you know that whatever is going on, I’m here for you, even if you need me to sit on the beach and watch you smoke. I’d do anything because I love you, Conrad!”

Then I embraced him in a hug. I wasn’t expecting him to tell me what was wrong like my sister, mom and Susannah had been. I just needed him to know that I was there for him. However, I also wasn’t expecting pulling back from the hug only to receive one of the best first kisses someone could ever experience. He was gentle yet showed a lot of passion. His hands cupped my face as mine rested on his shoulders. It was a much needed kiss that held so much emotion and unsaid things.

“I love you too, y/n.”

I don’t know what went wrong after that. I was too nervous to talk to him after our moment, even though he expressed multiple times that he wanted to talk to about what happened. I would’ve dated him in a heartbeat but I didn’t want him to feel burdened by me and I felt that I would screw something up and that I was not good enough for him. So, we went back to being “friends” and I watched him date Nicole while meanwhile I was dying inside. However, Conrad continued being there for me while I continued being there for him. He even became my escort because I didn’t want to ask anyone else but him so Susannah “forced” him to take me. However, Conrad said that he was glad he took me in the first place. Then that night, everyone found out Susannah’s cancer came back which Conrad knew about for a long time. The rest of summer was all of us hanging out together as a group until summer was over and it was time to return back home. We would spend the rest of the year not reaching out until one day I received an out of the blue call from a sobbing Conrad about how his mother was dying. Then, my mom flew out to Boston so she could be there to support Susannah and the boys and the week before the funeral, my siblings and I flew out to support Conrad and Jeremiah which is now leading us to this day.

It was Conrad’s turn to speak and I watched as he stood up and walked towards the seat up at the front of the church, sit down and pull out an acoustic guitar

“This is the song that she would always ask me to play for her.”

He was so nervous and he kept glancing around the room until he met my eyes. Then he began to sing.

“Oh where, oh where, can my baby be? The lord took her away from me. She’s gone to heaven so I’ve got to be good so I can see my baby when I leave this world.”

All the strength that I had mustered up so I could be strong for the two Fisher brothers disappeared and I began silently sobbing. My sister noticed as she wrapped her arm around me. I was shaking with every sob. Conrad made direct eye contact with my sobbing self and he began to stutter over the lyrics. I watched as he tried to gain the strength to continue singing but every time he tried, he kept breaking down. I knew how much this song meant to him and that in this moment he wanted nothing more to finish it for his mom, so I stood up and started to make my way over to where he sat.

“Sit down, y/n”, my mom exclaimed in a very serious yet whispered voice.

My mom was always very critical on decisions I’d make or things I’d try to do. Yes, she was like this with my other siblings but it never compared to me.

“Let her go, Laurel”, my dad whispered back.

I began to walk up to him. He stared in my eyes and with each step closer to him, I could see all of his sadness freeze, even if it was just for a moment. I found myself standing behind him and putting my hand on his very tense shoulder. I bent down to whisper in his ear:

“I’m here for you Connie. I’m right here.”

His shoulders seemed to relax and then Conrad began to sing again. I knew that he needed someone there for him in this moment. As he sang, I began to cry again so I rested my head on Conrad’s head so no one could see my tears. I knew people could tell I was crying because my body was shaking with sobs. However, none of it mattered because I was there with Conrad. Once Conrad finished, I wiped my tears away and gave Conrad a very weak smile as he stood up to look at me.

“Thank you, y/n/n.”

I grabbed his hand as I saw tears forming in his eyes. I gave his hand a squeeze and went to let it go but Conrad grasped it. I knew he still needed me. We walked back to our seats and instead of me sitting with my family, I sat with Conrad as he rested his head on my shoulder with my hand still in his.

Once the funeral service was over, he turned to look at me.

“Can you stay with me, y/n/n. I really need you.”

“Of course, Connie. Anything you need me to do, I will.”

With that, we stood up and walked out of the church. My dad gave Conrad and I a ride over to the reception. Conrad never said a word the rest of the day but he never let me go. He either held my hand, my waist or made sure our arms were touching. He needed me and quite frankly, I needed him too. It always made me feel better to know that he was ok.

All I knew is that I needed to be there for the boy I loved for years as I still and always will love him.

#conrad fisher #the summer i turned pretty #tsitp #funeral #the summer I turned pretty imagines #tsitp conrad #conrad x reader