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Garden Kisses Chapter 4

Hey y'all.. I know it's been a while, but welcome back !

For as long as aaliyah could remember, as long as anyone could remember, the girl had been in awe of jeremiah fisher. and she didn't think that anything could change that, but seeing the boy walking around with his arms around a girl's shoulder made her realize.

he'd never actually been hers. of course, there had been moments where time had stopped, butterflies filling her stomach at each glance they shared. the way her eyes would light up like the fourth of july whenever jeremiah was near, but that moment made her realize that all those moments had been in her head.

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she walked away before he could realize she was there, wandering off further onto the beach.

she made a stop at the cooler first, grabbing a can of soda—making sure it was soda and not alcohol, and continued her walk.

she wasn't going to let that little episode she had in her mind distract her from enjoying some time out of the house, even if she wasn't going to talk to anyone. she stopped and sat down near the water, staring at the beautiful sight in-front of her.

she hadn't noticed the person who had sat down next to her. only opening her eyes when she jumped at the feeling of someone tapping her on the shoulder.

"woah— i'm so sorry i didn't mean to scare you like that." the voice called out as aaliyah turned towards them.

the girl had gotten a better look at them, "no you're good, i just wasn't expecting anyone to come here." motioning to the spot the two had been sitting at.

"yeah, no, i just, i saw you by yourself and wanted to check up on you." the boy offered his hand, "i'm asher."

the girl returned the gesture, grabbing his hand and shaking it, "aaliyah." she smiled.

"that's a really pretty name." asher flashed the girl a smile.

"thank you." this boy's smile has aaliyah week to her knees.

"so," he leans closer to the girl, "what are you doing all the way out here? the party not interesting enough?" he questioned, scrunching his nose up whenever he finished his questions.

aaliyah let out a laugh at the boy's faces, shaking her head she replied.

"nah the party's fine, i'm just not the party type of person and the music's kinda... ass." the girl replied honestly as the song that had been playing was some weird edm mix of country and pop.

asher threw his eyebrows up, "what's wrong with the great words of taylor swift and megan thee stallion." he said in mock defense.

"i love a good megan thee stallion and taylor swift moment— don't get me wrong, i'm just not really in the party mood. and this one kinda blows." the girl shrugged.

"damn i guess i'll have to talk to the guys about that, maybe change the playlist into something different."

it had taken aaliyah a second to understand what the boy had said but when she got it she had to do a double take.

"wait, wait. this is your party? oh i'm sorry. i didn't mean it blows, i meant like it's a good party but it's kinda boring. and i'm not really helping my case, it's not that boring just—"

the girl began to ramble, asher looked at her with a smile on his face. god, she's really cute. the boy thought as she continued to both insult and compliment his party.

"it's all good," he said interrupting the girl as he placed his hand on top of hers, "it really does blow. and the music isn't my playlist some random guy got a hold of my phone and started playing random shit." the boy patted his pockets before his eyes went wide.

"as a matter of fact i probably should go look for my phone." the boy began to stand up, wiping the sand off of his shorts.

he looked down at the girl, her looking up at him.

"actually that can wait, would you like to dance?" he gave his hand to the girl.

"there's no music playing that remotely romantic enough to dance to." aaliyah eyed the boy.

"we can imagine it, come on." the boy threw back earning a smile from aaliyah.

the girl grabbed his hand, standing up with his help. when she stood up she noticed how much taller the boy had been.

asher had wrapped his arms around the girl's waist as she wrapped hers around his neck. the two swayed to the rhythm they had created, but had begun laughing at the song that was actually playing.

we at the hotel, motel, holiday inn we at the hotel, motel, holiday inn

the pair stood there in each other's arms for the next two songs, neither paying attention to those around them or back closer to the bonfire.

while aaliyah had been dancing with asher, she hadn't noticed that belly had joined the bonfire. nor did she notice steven trying to take the girl back home, her fall, and her talking to conrad and jeremiah. the girl had actually stormed off away from the bonfire as well, heading opposite to where aaliyah had been.

when the small group disbursed, jeremiah noticed a couple slow dancing closer to the water, he smiled. gathering the attention of whoever was close to him saying how they were so cute before turning away.

aaliyah and asher had pulled away, still smiling at each other.

"i have to get going, thank you for that. it was fun." the girl swore that her face was about to fall from how much she was smiling, her jaw started to hurt but she didn't mind it.

"are you sure? i mean your parents wouldn't mind if you stayed a little while longer right?" asher grabbed the girl's hand, almost convincing her to stay a little while longer.

the girl shook, "they wouldn't... but, i want to go check on my sister, she didn't want to come, and it's getting pretty late."

the boy nodded before reaching down towards the space they were previously sitting in and grabbing the girl's phone and handing it to her.

"here, and let me at least walk you to your car." the boy tried again.

"don't you have to find your phone?" the girl reminded him, asher's eyes growing wide again as he realized he never went to get his phone.

"shit your right, can i—can i at least get your number?"

aaliyah agreed, handing the boy her unlocked phone so that he could add his number in it. the pair made their way back to the bonfire, splitting apart when asher spotted the guy who took his phone.

with one last goodbye the two parted. liyah began to walk back towards the parking lot. being stopped by conrad, who seemed more than sober.

"li-li ! oh my god hi!" the older fisher boy threw us arms in the air when he saw the girl, leaving the girl who was with him to hug the younger.

"connie, hi?" liyah had been surprised by the boy's rowdiness.

the boy turned the two of them around to face the girl who had been with him that night, "nicole this is liyah, she's my little sister, yes she is." he reached his hands up to cup her face, shaking it between his hands moving to smoosh her face.

"isn't she adorable?" conrad had been annoying the younger girl a little, but she decided to ignore him seeing how he had been cross-faded at the moment.

"hi, nice to meet you." liyah lent a hand out to the older girl, who grabbed her hand before shaking it.

"likewise, do you uh," nicole motioned to the older boy currently shaking her head again.

"please." liyah begged, grateful when nicole had distracted the boy long enough for liyah to slip away.

waving a goodbye to the two liyah began her journey towards her car again, she made it this time getting in and locking the doors. she turned on the car and grabbed her phone deciding to listen to some music for a while before leaving.

she turned on sza again, shirt playing as she pulled a blue and purple tube, and a black tube from her pocket.

now—aaliyah wasn't addicted to anything, maybe mac and cheese and the color brown, but the girl had been going through different things that had caused her to pick up the habit. only partaking in it whenever she was really stressed and on a break from sports, just like when she'd smoked weed. the events of high school and life had been getting to the young girl so to let go of the stress she turned to the activity.

yes the girl had known it wasn't healthy and had tried other alternatives, but none of them had worked. the girl was constantly sitting in her room, listening to music with a vape or pen in her hand.

the access that the younger generation had to these things was concerning to the girl, nevertheless, she picked up the habit during the second semester of her sophomore year.

humming the lyrics to normal girl, she decided to roll down the window to let the smoke out. liyah had noticed that many of the party goers had made their way back to the parking lot, each and everyone of them rushing out.

liyah quickly stashed the vape and pen in her shirt, grabbing her eye drops from the center console and putting them her eyes, before turning the car on all the way, putting her seatbelt on, and beginning to drive away. she didn't need to be told what was happening, when she saw people rushing away from something she was quick to follow.

she braked hard as the car in front of her suddenly stopped, the driver getting out. she noticed the familiar curly-haired boy as he rushed towards her car, the boy's face turned into realization as he noticed liyah.

jeremiah leaned down to her window and she let it down.

"hey liyah bear, have you seen steven?"

"no why whats up?" liyah questioned.

"uh cops... i'm gonna go find him, wait here and we'll drive home together."

"wait jere—" the boy took off before liyah could finish her sentence.

rolling up her window she rolled her eyes and let out a puff of air. she waited two more minutes before deciding to not listen to the older boy. as the girl moved to pull her car out of park, she was met with two taps on her window.

liyah had jumped at the sound, turning as she saw a police officer standing there with a flashlight shining into the car. liyah froze for a moment before putting her car back in park and rolling her window down.

"good evening, have you been drinking?"

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to say that laurel had been pissed, that would have been the understatement of the century.

the short asian woman had been woken up by the sound of knocking on the door at two a.m., luckily being the only one to wake up and not layla or susannah.

when she opened the door, it wasn't a sight she had wished to ever see.

in front of her had been the five children of the summer home, with two officers behind them.

when the police had left, not without the mention of the Fisher siblings' father and aaliyah's father, the older woman made sure to let the kids know just how upset she was.

"how could you guys be so irresponsible?" laurel questioned as she turned around to face the five teens.

"mom it wasn't a big deal," steven said moving towards his mother, " alright? I mean seriously, the cops were just looking to break up the bonfire."

"not a big deal?" laurel rolled her eyes. as steven replied with a yes.

"i would say getting picked up by the cops for underage drinking is a pretty big deal, steven." her voice rising slightly as she scolded her eldest.

steven sniffs the air and scoffs, smelling the pungent familiar scent. "were-were you guys, you guys smoking tonight?"

"what? keep your voice down, susannah and layla's asleep on the couch." her voice rising more as she yelled at the boy.

"i wasn't yelling. you were." steven said stuttering as he tried to defend himself.

"just so you know, laurel," jeremiah had said coming up behind steven to talk to the woman," i didn't drink tonight. i was the dd, i swear."

"i would also like to say, i for one a sober." aaliyah had defended after jeremiah.

"oh I'm so glad that at least two of you decided to be adults about this situation." laurel said waving a hand dismissively towards the two, and turning towards conrad.

"you're the oldest. what the hell's gotten into you?" she questioned the oldest fisher child.

" and when did you leave the house without telling anybody." shifting her words towards her daughter. "and what in the world are you two wearing?" motioning to the two youngest of the group.

liyah's eyebrows rose in surprise, what she had been wearing hadn't been different to what she usually wears. she turned to belly, noticing the pink dress, her eyes widening as belly had never been the type to wear clothes like that before. not that what she is wearing is anything bad.

"wait, what's wrong with i'm wearing?" liyah questioned, being ignored by the shorter woman.

"it's taylor's. and why am i the only one who's not allowed to go out? i mean, aaliyah is younger than me and I don't see everyone complaining that she went out." belly questioned as she crossed her arms to cover the dress.

"it's not that you're not allowed, it's that you should have told us you were going." her voice rising more and more.

"first of all, they knew where i was going, i didn't sneak out of the house." although liyah had known where the girl had been coming from, she didn't appreciate being thrown under the bus like that. especially not by belly.

"how did you even get there?" once again ignoring the girl, laurel had asked her daughter. the girl responded to her mother softly by telling her she had walked to the beach.

"you know better than to walk that far down the beach alone late at night." laurel's voice had soon became louder and louder with each passing moment, liyah had looked into the living room to make sure that susannah and her mother were still sleeping, and not awoken by laurel.

"can you stop treating me like a kid?" belly's own voice rising as well.

"if you want to be treated like an adult, you need to act like one." laurel replied.

"then maybe you guys should, too." conrad said lifting his head to look towards laurel.

"what does that mean?" laurel questioned, only earning an eye roll from conrad.

laurel scoffs before speaking again, "i hope you realize this night could have ended a lot differently if your family wasn't your family." the sentence being aimed not only towards conrad and jeremiah, but to aaliyah's as well.

"we're sorry, laur." jeremiah had said.

laurel sighs before dismissing them to their rooms, belly had been the first to leave the doorway, followed by her brother then jeremiah and then aaliyah. Aaliyah had barely made it past the second corner that lead into the kitchen when she heard laurel talking to conrad.

" I don't understand what is going on with you." her voice had been softer than when she had been speaking to them previously.

"nothing," conrad said dismissing the conversation, "nothing's going on." he finished before following the others towards their rooms.

aaliyah had changed her clothes before laying in her bed. she laid for a while before deciding to pick up her phone. unlocking the phone, she swiped through her apps before landing on her contacts. clicking on the contact she decided to send a text.

hey, thanks for tonight.

Zoo talks 💕💕 Sooo.... how have y'all been.... I know that its been like, almost a year since i've updated, but I have a very good reason for that... I had actually started college and had been going through some personal things. things have gotten slightly better so here I am realising and update ! Since I had gotten out of school literally the last week of April I have no idea what to do with myself so I will be working on updates not only for garden kisses but for the other stories as well. I can't guarantee that they will be uploading during a certain time but do know that I am working !

— zoo (word count: 2649) this is so fucking long holy fuck.

!taglist! — @revemixer @wolfstarsimpxx

#garden kisses fic #belly conklin #conrad fisher #jeremiah fisher #Jeremiah fisher x blackreader #Jeremiah Fisher x reader #the summer i turned pretty #tsitp fanfic #steven conklin #female black oc!#black reader!

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genuinerio · 1 year ago

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STILL INTO YOU ↠ 「 The Summer I Turned Pretty 」

Profile of Cassandra Fisher.

NOTE: I decide to change my OC’s name to Cassandra, apologies for such confusion as I previously was not sure that I was only feeling Stephanie for this particular OC’s name anymore so I decided to write the OC as having two names. I’ll use Alexandra for a different OC’s name. Also, beware that if she has a love interest, it will most likely be Steven and I’m thinking of writing Cassandra and Steven’s relationship as a slow-burn romance.

ABOUT ↴

FULL NAME: CASSANDRA STEPHANIE ALEXANDRA FISHER.

NICKNAMES: CASSIE. (everyone), CASS, KID, KIDDO. (conrad), CASEY, HIPPIE. (jeremiah), PRINCESS, MY LITTLE GIRL. (adam), MISS THING. (laurel), CARA. (belly and steven), CANDY, MY MINI ME, MY HEART. (susannah), GREENPEACE. (cousins beach residents).

PLACE OF BIRTH: NEW YORK.

NATIONALITY: AMERICAN.

DATE OF BIRTH: MARCH 5th 2005.

ZODIAC SIGN: PISCES.

AGE: EIGHTEEN.

GENDER: FEMALE.

EYE COLOR: BLUE.

HAIR COLOR: BROWN.

HEIGHT: 5’7.

STATUS: ALIVE.

ORGIN: THE SUMMER I TURNED PRETTY.

RESIDENCE: NEW YORK, COUSINS BEACH.

SKILLS: PHOTOGRAPHY, PLAYING BASS GUITAR, PAINTING, SOCCER.

STRENGTHS: CREATIVE, COMPASSIONATE, GENTLE, CURIOUS, INDEPENDENT, LISTENS WITH AN OPEN MIND AND ADVENTUROUS.

WEAKNESSES: COMPETITIVE, EASILY STRESSED, UNPREDICTABLE, FEAR OF COMMITMENT.

PERSONALITY TYPE: ESTP.

ENNEAGRAM: 7w8.

HOBBIES: PHOTOGRAPHY, PAINTING, SMOKING WEED, PARTYING, PLAYING BASS GUITAR, SURFING, MEDICINE.

GOALS: TO BECOME A NURSE. (ongoing).

FAMILY: ADAM FISHER. (father, estranged), SUSANNAH FISHER. (mother, deceased), CONRAD FISHER. (older brother), JEREMIAH FISHER. (younger brother), JULIA. (aunt), SKYE. (cousin), UNNAMED. (grandmother), UNNAMED. (great-grandmother).

FRIENDS: SHAYLA WANG. (best friend), NICOLE. (close friend), BELLY CONKLIN. (close friend), TAYLOR. (good friend), STEVEN CONKLIN. (close friend), LAUREL CONKLIN. (friend, like a mother).

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: PANSEXUAL.

LOVE INTERESTS: STEVEN CONKLIN. (close friend, potential eventual love interest), UNNAMED. (ex-boyfriend), UNNAMED. (hookups), UNNAMED. (ex-girlfriend).

FIRST APPEARANCE: SUMMER HOUSE.

LATEST APPEARANCE: LOVE TRIANGLE.

SEASONS: ONE, TWO.

APPEARED IN: 11 EPISODES.

FACE CLAIM: KRISTINE FROSETH. (adult), ALYVIA ALYN LIND. (younger).

FACTS ABOUT CASSANDRA STEPHANIE:

1. The name Cassandra is of Greek origin and means, “Shining Upon Men.” The name comes from Greek words kassos meaning “to excel,” and andros meaning “men.”

2. Like Jeremiah, she is a free spirit and tends to enjoy being the life of the party but is also responsible when needed in serious situations like Conrad. Her mother’s cancer returning has taught her and made her realize that she wants to live her life on her own terms and to explore all the new possibilities that come into her life as life is too short to be unhappy with her life.

3. Both her family and friends say that Cassandra reminds them a lot of Susannah especially considering their strong resemblance in looks and personalities as mother and daughter along with their passionate interest in art.

4. Despite the teasing relationship between both of her brothers, she remains very close with them both. Sometimes, it is believed that she’s closer to Conrad as Cassandra takes the time to understand his perspective more than Jeremiah does. In which she is closer to him as for the reasons explained above.

5. Both Conrad and Jeremiah are very protective of Cassandra as they don’t tend to trust the boys around Cousins Beach especially Conrad which tends to annoy her oftentimes more so from Conrad with believing that her brothers treat her as if they’re her babysitters and she has to answer to them.

6. Like her brothers, she has a very close and strong relationship with her mother as she cannot imagine a life without her. Her and her mother have many similarities especially particularly an interest in art to which Susannah had taught her in.

7. The middle Fisher child is often considered the peacemaker when it comes to family fights especially when it comes between her brothers as she believes that there can all be a solution to the issue and that fighting won’t solve anything.

8. She tends to follow her own truths rather than follow the truths of others, this is something that tends to get her into trouble at times but also gave her the image of a rebellious woman.

9. Despite her tough girl facade, her mother’s cancer diagnosis has caused her a fear of commitment as she believes that not everything is meant to last forever.

10. Although, she is supportive of Belly’s relationships with both of her brothers, she hates the fighting that comes along with it especially when she feels pressured in having to choose sides on which brother she supports.

11. Her mother Susannah’s diagnosis in cancer has brought her an interest in learning both medicine and in pursuing a career in nursing.

12. As a child, she had shared a once close relationship with her father, Adam which however ended up strained when Cassandra had learned of her father cheating on her mother especially during her cancer treatment and unfairness to Conrad.

13. Like her older brother, Cassandra was very passionate and into sports as she enjoyed playing soccer and was among the star players of her school’s soccer team in high school.

14. Family friends tend to joke that Cassandra is a mixture of both her brothers combined as they tease that she is a female counterpart of both of them.

15. Like Conrad, she enjoys smoking weed and is a strong believer that weed isn’t as bad as people think it is as she finds it to be a great way to ease her stress and to be a major comfort in all of her family drama.

16. In order to get back at Conrad with him embarrassing her often in being the overprotective older brother with scaring off guys who crush on her, she annoys him back with teasing him about his relationship with Belly.

17. Despite teasing Conrad about Belly, Cassandra feels bad for Jeremiah as she knows that Belly has a crush on Conrad and doesn’t want him to get his heartbroken nor expect too much when he doesn’t have much of a chance.

18. Besides smoking weed, painting, surfing and partying, she also enjoys time in playing the bass guitar which she had taught herself at a young age.

19. Rock music is among her top favorite genres of music as Fleetwood Mac, Led Zeppelin, Joy Division, The Beatles and The Rolling Stones are among her favorite bands.

20. She frequently gets told that she’s very alike to Conrad especially, particularly in resemblance and multiple personality traits; also, if he was to ever have a female counterpart, she’d be it which annoys her quite often.

21. Like her brother, she also enjoys surfing which is something that Conrad had taught her in. The two often enjoy spending time together with surfing along with smoking weed.

22. Conrad understandably has expressed an undeniable soft spot for his sister oftentimes to which Cassandra sometimes uses to her advantage which was another thing he taught her and has helped herself immensely.

23. Cassandra is considered to be the girl to run to when in need of gossip around Cousins Beach as she’s very close to numerous people who confide their gossip and secrets to her. However, she remains to keep them a secret.

24. As mentioned, Cassandra oftentimes gets told that she is her mother’s lookalike and mini me as they share similar interests and personality traits. However, since her mother’s death, she’s become heartbroken by the comment simply as it brings her a lot of grief and heartache.

25. Conrad has mentioned when discussing about his sister that among other reasons, he admires her for her kind heart. As he views her as someone who is always willing to help someone and never judge them. Because of their closeness in age, they are also close as siblings and they often talk, she has never criticized him for how he sees things even if she has opposite views.

26. Cassandra is the ultimate rock and folk music fan as Conrad notes considering she collects vinyl records and can oftentimes be found playing her bass guitar when in times of need and distress as she explained that it brings her back to herself.

27. Residents of Cousins Beach teasingly call her greenpeace because she has a passionate interest in caring for the environment. This along with her personality traits of being free spirited and preaching to spread love and not hate earns her the description of being called a hippie in which sometimes Jeremiah entertains the description which she despises.

28. When she was younger and once Conrad discovered his own love for surfing, he had taught Cassandra how to surf which is another thing the two often bond over. The Fisher siblings’s love of surfing is something very passionate with the two often admitting that they spend some of their summer days at the beach surfing.

29. Cassandra has a mixture of both hippie and grunge style in fashion and music. She favors both tastes as she believes that they both represent herself along with her personality.

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xo-xojj · 7 months ago

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Masterlist

Smut = *

Fluff= ~

Angst = +

Percy Jackson and the olympians

Percy Jackson

Thinkin bout you~

Grover

Luke Castellan

The Sweetest Thing~

Nico di angelo

Will solace

TSITP

Jeremiah fisher

Conrad fisher

Steven Conklin

Cameron

American housewife

Oliver Otto

Supernatural~

Hold Me Close~+

These Walls~+

Test Drive/Adore*~

Just like that*

Cooper Bradford

Sturniolo triplets

Nick Sturniolo

Matt sturniolo

Chris Sturniolo

OBX

JJ Maybank

Pope Heyward

John b

Rafe Cameron

Topper Thornton

Jason Todd

Bruce Wayne

Dick Grayson

Damian Wayne

CHUCKY(tv series)

Jake Wheeler

Juinor Wheeler

Devon Evans

Grant Collins

Others

Walker Scobell

Charlie Bushnell

Mason Thames

Tom holland

Chris Evans

Jeremy Sumpter(js him alone❤️)

Eternal Sunshine(Gavin Gore)~

Heaven Can Wait(Gavin Gore)*

Series

Gossip Girl S1 (Ghostin)

Characters(00)

Prologue(00)

Pilot(01)

The Wild Brunch(02)

Poison Ivy(03)

Bad News Blair(04)

Dare Devil(05)

The Hands maids Tale(06)

Victor/Victrola(07)

Seventeen Candles(08)

Blair Waldorf Must Pie(09)

Hi, Society(010)

Roman Holiday(011)

School Lies(012)

A Thin Line Between Chuck and Nate(013)

The Blair Bitch Project(014)

Desperately Seeking Serena(015)

All About My Brother(016)

Woman On The Verge(017)

Much ‘I Do’ About Nothing(018)

Random Oneshots

Phineas Smith x Male!oc/reader

More coming soon

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r34ding · 1 year ago

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The scent of the sea

Part 1

Jeremiah Fisher x OC fanfiction

~Belly had invited Emelie, they became fast friends the year prior, to join her this year in Cousins and so Em and Jeremiah meet.~

Trigger Warning: Mentions of Abuse

Em sat in the backseat next to an alert Laurel keeping her children in check, as Belly was singing her heart out in the front seat and Steven stoically tryed to ignore her. In between her mums divorce from her second husband last year and their consequent move to Pennsylvania, there had been neither the time nor enough money to have a family outing. Sitting admist the banter of the Conklin siblings Em felt grateful.

Laurel and Belly went to gab some snacks while Steven filled up the tank, Em stayed with him.

*You know, you're gonna love Cousins. The boys are fucking funny and Susannah, their mum, is an angel.*

While Steven initiated the conversation, Em was wiping the windshield.

*Yeah, I know. Belly told me the same thing. I am happy to meet them... But you know, don't feel pressured to include me. I know you guys need to catch up.*

Steven gave her a pat on the back in response.

*I like having you around.*

While Steven was a brat sometimes, especially regarding Belly, moments like this had made them become closer too.

*Hey! Hands off my friend!*

Joked Belly exiting the gas station, her hands full with provisions for the last part of their drive. While Belly and Steven bickered, Laurel stepped next to Em and handed her a chocolate bar.

*Belly told me you like dark chocolate.*

Em had a hard time not getting emotional at all the care and kindness she was recieving from the Conklin family.

*I don't know how to thank you.*

Em whispered in Laurels direction.

*It's just chocolate honey.*

They reached Cousins some time later and as soon as they safely made it up the driveway Steven and Belly ran out to greet the Fishers. Em took a second to exit the car, just so she would not interrupt the initial greetings.

*Em come her!*

Calling her over, Steven waited his arms wrapped around the shoulders of each of the Fisher boys.

*This is Em,* He introduced her. *Belly's new friend.*

Conrad smiled and introduced himself nicely, but the smile didn't seem to reach his eyes. After her hug with Susannah Belly had joined Em, one arm thrown over her shoulder.

Jeremiah beamed them. All sunshine, just as Belly had described him.

*Nice to meet you!*

Shaking her hand his eyes darted to Belly.

*Shouldn't we go for a swim guys?*

As if on cue, Bellys arm fell to her side and she took a step back. The guys pressed forward and suddenly all hell broke loose.

*Belly flop!*

Steven yelled and soon enough the boys had Belly ambushed and thrown into the pool.

After his assault Jeremiah seemed quite pleased with himself, while his brother had fallen for Belly's trick and was now equally drenched, he had sat down next to Em at the poolside.

*Do you want to tag along later? I wanna ask Belly to come swimming in the ocean.*

*Thanks, but next time ok? Gotta make a phone call.*

Dripping wet, Belly decided to shake her hair above her friends, making them jump up and scatter away.

Up in Bellys and Ems room the girls talked for a bit about a party Belly was invited to by some guy at the gas station. They made plans to go and get ready together but further girl talk was interrupted by knocking.

*Wanne come for a swim?*

Bronze hair peeked through the door first. Belly smiled at Jeremiah smiled at each other and Em was left to her own devices.

Sitting down comfortably on the bed she called her mother.

*Emelie! You promised to call an hour ago, what happened?*

*Sorry mum, we just took a stop and the highway was packed. But it's all go-.*

*If I had known that you would be this irresponsible, I wouldn't have let you go with them.*

*Mum don't say that... How are you?*

Her mother let out a long sigh.

*You know, Jerry keeps calling me. He is unhappy that you did not congratulate him on his birthday yesterday. Is it so hard for you to be nice to him?*

Rendered speechless Em held her breath for a second.

*Ma he hit you!*

It burst out of her before she could bite her tongue. The connection went quiet and Em feared her mother had hung up.

*Honey I know the whole situation is also hard on you, but I just want you to come out of this whole mess on top. You know I would have loved to go to college... Just think about it ok?*

Seldomly did her mother sound this calm and it made Em uncomfortable. They hung up wothout much of a goodbye. The conversation had soured Em's mood, she made her way downstairs to distract herself from the whole mess, she left behind in Pennsylvania.

The smell of caramelized onions and fresh tomatoes wafted towards Em as she entered the kitchen. Susannah greeted her with a smile.

*Hey Em, do you want to taste? I don't know if it is missing salt or sugar.*

How was it possible to feel so at home at a place you just discovered, thought Em. She tried Susannahs tomato sauce and the taste blew her away. Maybe the fresh ingredients, or the passion with which Susannah seemed to cook, made it taste so incomparable

*I think it tastes great. Can I help you with anything else?

*Oh honey, you should rest, I am almost done anyway.*

Em insisted and got tasked with cutting up the ingredients for a garden salad. At the dinner table everyone seemed content to Em, but she hardly followed the conversations.

The pink dress hugged Belly perfectly and both girls had to appreciate Taylors foresight. For Em she had packed a cute top, even though sometimes it felt like she did not like the new friend her best friend had made. Em knew about a fight they had because she was going to be at Cousins for the whole time. Yet despite anything she packed her something to wear too.

*You look stunning!*

Hyping Belly up Em put on her own outfit and after checking her appearance she felt equally confident.

*You know we can enjoy tonight too, right?*

Searching Belly's eyes for affirmation, Em's anxiety calmed down as she saw the mischevious twinkle in her eye. They knew the boys went out earlier, they saw no reason why they should not do the same.

Later that night their feet hit the sand and cool wind, coming from the sea, eased their way to the campfire that attracted the youth of Cousins. Red cups were littered around the beach and Em kicked them out of her way. The night sk dostracted her and she fell behind as some guy tried to hit Belly up.

*She is underage you creep.*

Steven's angry voice brought her back to reality and she watched as he and Belly got into an argument.

*I can't believe this, you thought this was a good idea?*

His fiery gaze honed in on her, but before she could retort Jeremiah joined his side and comfortingly patted his back.

*I am happy you guys are here! Steven shut up, go talk to Shayla.*

Belly flipped Steven off and went her own way to get rid off her anger.

*Don't mind him, he is just overprotective. I think it's nice you two came.*

All sunshine and smiles, Em suddenly didn't mind that she almost fought with Steven or that her friend ditched her at a party.

*Thank you!*

It must have been the first time this girl genuinely smiled at him and Jeremiah had to admit, it pierced some part of him, the way her whole face beamed at him.

*Let's get you something to drink, why don't we?*

Exploring her surrounding Em blindly followed Jeremiah and before she could react some drunk guy had stumbled into her.

*Heyy! Do I know you from somewhere?*

This guy was so close he blocked her whole line of sightm sighing because she probably lost Jeremiah, Em's arms naturally crossed. She was ready to get stand offish if he did not get a hint.

*No, I don't know you. Can you get out of my way?*

Despite her question he felt the need to continue his advances.

*If you don't know someone here we can just talk*

As he grabbed her wrist, Em's instincts kicked in and she pushed him away from her with all her mind. Laying on his behind in the sand he looked up to her with eyes wide open, thinking about wether he should get angry because of his hurt pride. She did not let make a next move and quickly walked past him right into Jeremiahs chest, who had her drink and did not seem less suprised about the commotion than the guy she just pushed.

*Sorry Em, I lost you there. What happened?*

*He just touched me without asking. I did not want him to fall, he's just blasted.*

Before Jeremiah got the chance to answer, she grabbed the drink and made her way to the sea trying to cool her head off.

With a can of soda Jeremiah followed.

*Do you want to talk about it?*

Em looked up at Jeremiah, this young man she had just met today, looking like he jumped out of a painting and her heart ached. Why does everything have to remind her of the past, she thought.

*Some other time maybe. Tonight I just want to have some fun.*

Jeremiah nodded and then he gave her an honest smile.

*I could help with that. MARCUS!*

*YEAH?*

Someone from somewhere replied.

*TURN THE MUSIC UP!*

Following his demand the music turned up and it seemed to swallow the whole party.

*I am going to dance, do you want to join me?*

Em was so in awe at his confidence that she just nodded. Together they made their way into the crowd that had formed. In front of Jeremiah, Em neither felt selfconscience nor stupid. While she danced her heart out, Jeremiah did no less and whenever his eyes found Em again, his heart raced just a tad bit faster. Her dancing was wild, but she looked so blissfull, that it made her the most beautiful person at this place to him.

Later that night the music returned to its usual volume and Jeremiah and Em, both out of breath decided to spent more time together watching the ocean. On their way Jeremiah had politely rejected the advances of some girl, that had invited him to drink with her. Although she did not want to think of anything bad, she was tempted to compare how him and her had handled the attempted flirting. While she felt conflicted about shoving someone, or touching them at all, she was touched without consent. Just thinking about it she walked a bit faster to get rid of her anger flaring up again. Sitting down in the cool sand helped and the stars and Jeremiahs presence coaxed her out of her thoughts and into the presence.

*It was nice to see you dance.*

His voice was soft and he had leaned his shoulder into her, but not close enough to touch her.

*I enjoyed dancing with you.*

Em shrugged and met him half way touching their shoulders in a playful manner.

*We should definitly do that again.*

Smiling down at her, he searched her face and looking up, she did the same. Both smiled softly as their lips met. Sparks lit up inside Em, that she hadn't felt for some time and was relieved to know they had not been gone for good. She deepend their kiss and Jeremiah laid his hand at the nape of her neck, caressing her encouragingly.

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the law of the forbidden fruit

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summary: she wanted him, but she knew that she couldn’t have him. yet, the temptation was torture. and, eventually, everyone breaks under pressure.

warnings: swearing. underage drinking. cheating. sexual content. unprotected sex. rough sex (kind of). exhibitionism. biting kink.

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Temptation is an unrelenting sin. One bite and you’re infected: no remedy, no antidote, no cure. It works its way into the very core of your soul; into the very depths of the corners and crevices of your being and it gnaws at you. It devours you. It wears you down nibble by nibble, then bite by bite, until there’s nothing but a hair-like shred of your sanity left. It consumes you. It becomes you. You’re merely but a shell of fervent yearning; yet another unsuspecting victim of arguably the most deadliest of the seven sins. It was a double-edged sword; the more illicit it was, the more you hankered for it — and the more you hankered for it, the more illicit it became.

It’s intense, but it’s supposed to be. Because what’s more exhilarating than indulging yourself in something that you’re not allowed to have; something illicit; something forbidden? What bigger rush of adrenaline could you get than the thrill of being caught; completely out in the open, exposed for the world to see you in your most carnal of states? What bigger invigorating high could you possibly get than the very moment that you cave into all of your worldly desires; that very moment in which the line was crossed, and the point of no return was reached? What sweeter taste could there be than the bite of the apple that hung from the tree in your own sanctuary of haven; or the kiss of your boyfriend’s brother who had been giving you the same longing, brooding looks that burned a desirous hole through your chest and ignited an insatiable fire?

The law of the forbidden fruit; it was a tale as old as time, quite literally. The serpent enticed Eve to take a bite from the forbidden fruit of the tree of knowledge. Whilst the stories may have evolved over the years, the anecdote remained the same; you want what you can’t have. Why? Why did we always, without fail, want what we can’t have with a hellfire passion? Because the risk, the thrill, the surge of adrenaline tastes just as sweet as the reward. It’s two hits of euphoria in one, and who doesn’t want to feel like they’re on top of the world — far beyond the metaphorical heaven of cloud nine, and floating amidst the satellites and constellations?

Conrad was her apple. The six foot, solemn brother of her doting boyfriend with the long, chestnut hair that flopped over his face and the piercing, malachite eyes that held her captive whenever he laid his gaze on her. She could feel the burn of his stare searing through her skin whenever he was in her proximity. She felt his presence right down to her bones. She felt the way in which he would ever so subtly sweep his gaze over her from head to toe, then back up to meet her eyes. It breathed a new kind of life into her; it gave her an insatiable buzz. Perhaps she was addicted to that that very buzz.

Talia knew that it was wrong to lust after her boyfriend’s elder brother. Of course, she did. She was an emotionally intelligent and perceptive person who knew right from wrong, and she knew of the unaired tensions between both Jeremiah and Conrad. She knew that Jeremiah harboured a deep and overwhelming jealousy of his brother — of his unbearable ability to get whatever he so desired. It was an overarching theme of their childhood that just went unspoken. And despite knowing this, despite knowing how this niggle had eaten her boyfriend alive for the better part of his life, and despite how much love she had for Jeremiah, she couldn’t stop herself. She couldn’t stop the way in which she felt around him; the way in which her pulse raised and pounded in her ears whenever he was close; or the way in which an inferno set alight in the very pit of her stomach and burned her skin with the heat of the flames; or the way in which her breath evaporated from her lungs.

Maybe, just maybe, there was a sick and twisted part of her that didn’t want to stop herself. If she was really, sincerely honest with herself, she would admit that she loved it. She loved the buzz. She loved the intoxicating breath of life that it breathed into her. And, deep in her subconscious, there was a part of her that loved it more than she loved Jeremiah.

There was a subtle almost breeze lingering in the air as she peered out over the wooden railings of the gazebo, onto the water. It was quite the picturesque sight as the silver streaks of moonlight reflected from the star-sprinkled heavens above onto the placid surface — the distorted, crescent-shaped form breaking occasionally with the spontaneous ripples of the gentle waves — as the lush branches of the surrounding trees framed the edges of her view. It was quiet too. Appreciatively peaceful, and serene; a far cry from the overcrowded beach house, of which the faint echoes of the blaring music filled the background alongside the calm back and forth of the water. It was a much-needed refuge away from the rowdiness of the full house, the thumping baseline, and the oppressive heat.

Sometimes she just needed to step away from everything and take a moment, or several, to herself; sometimes she just needed a second to compose herself — especially when around Conrad. Talia never wanted to arouse suspicion to anyone, let alone Jeremiah, but had been noticeably flustered for the majority of the night. Their eyes had met over the perfectly placed, red solo cups of the beer pong table numerous times, and even just a brief flash of his infamous, brooding stare had sent a shiver down her spine. The very nape of her neck burned a feverish heat and her heart thudded tenfold against her chest — all as she stood just millimetres beside her ever loving, ever adoring boyfriend. Somewhere amongst the flickers of excitement and the longing for more of his attention, she felt a slither of guilt. However, it soon dissipated into the abyss the second she felt his intense eyes on her once more; he looked her up and down — attentively tracing the outline of her silhouette. Then came the rush of ecstasy that sent her into an orbital high.

A wash of relief trickled through her as the cool air grazed against her flushed skin, and she took a deep breath. As she let out a steady exhale, she heard the light pads of footsteps against the wooden jetty that led up to the gazebo. They grew louder — not by much, but she could tell that they were getting closer.

She didn’t even need to tear her sapphire eyes from the scene before her to know who it was. The quick shot of adrenaline that coursed through her body and the invigorating burn of a pair of acute eyes shamelessly raking themselves over her figure told her everything that she needed to know. The rich sandalwood cologne that nonchalantly wafted through the air with the leisurely draught was just a silent confirmation of what she already knew.

Her eyes remained forward, somewhat fixated on the luminous reflections of the moon as it rocked back and forth with the tides. Out of the very corner of her eye, she caught the familiar nautical tattoo and the front strands of the oh so recognisable, floppy, brown hair. She kept her mouth firmly shut and dropped her gaze ever so slightly — this time attentively watching his ring-cladded hands as they settled on the varnished top of the railing. He leant his weight forward on the points of his elbows as one hand gripped tightly onto the neck of a half-empty bottle of Captain Morgan and the other dangled casually in the thin air. His burly biceps tensed, and the bottle of rum momentarily disappeared from her view — replaced with distinctive sounds of sloshes against the glass.

Eventually, she acknowledged his presence. Still without uttering a single word, she turned her heard to look at him and was immediately met with those same, veridian eyes that she had been avoiding. Yet another surge of ecstasy flooded through her; suddenly she felt alive. Talia observed with a cautious gaze as he extended the offer of a drink to her, tipping the lidless bottle towards her as a suggestive arch raised his eyebrows upwards. She knew that it would be a monumentally bad idea to accept the offer, and to put herself in the position to be intoxicated and inhibitionless in the presence of the one person that she struggled to contain herself around. She knew damned well that she shouldn’t take it.

Yet, she did. With a half-smile quirking the corners of her rosy lips upwards, she took the bottle from him and took a long, generous sip. The spiced rum burned as it trickled down her throat and warmed her stomach. It was a shot of confidence; as the alcohol coursed through her veins, she found it within herself to meet his intense gaze.

“Jere’s looking for you,” Conrad spoke, his tone hoarse yet somehow smooth and comforting.

Talia wasn’t entirely sure how to respond to his statement; in all of her temptation-filled thoughts of Conrad and the way in which she revelled at the slightest slither of attention that he showed her, Jeremiah had become less than a second thought. In fact, she hadn’t even had so much as a fleeting thought of his existence, never mind their relationship, since the shudder of guilt that had pressed against her chest during their game of beer pong. That was several longing stares and at least two cups of the strong rum punch ago. Even then — in that very moment, as she heard the gentle pads of the feet making their way along the wooden jetty — her first thoughts went immediately to Conrad; there was not so much as a half an inch of her that was hoping for it to be Jeremiah, not in the way that she did with Conrad.

Instead, she cocked her head to the side. An unreadable glimmer illuminated the pearl-like speckles of her eyes as she remained silent. Not a single word surpassed her full, gloss-glazed lips, yet the look that she gave him spoke a thousand words. She peered upwards through her thick, dark lashes as a subtle, sultry pout tugged on her lips. Their gazes locked in an ardent stare once more. Her cheeks rouged with the heat of the chemistry that erupted between them, and her chest heaved up and down ever so subtly with each breath that she took. She could feel her pulse pounding in her throat.

She refused to let him see how undone she became in his presence, so she forced herself to steel her nerves. She was not putty in this man’s hands — physically or metaphorically. “I like it out here,” she admitted with a sly change of subject, steering the conversation as far from her boyfriend as she possibly could.

A lone, rasping laugh rippled through his chest, “me too. It’s one of my favourite spots.” He paused for a brief second before continuing to speak, his voice silky and suggestive as he lowered an octave, “it’s quiet and out of the way here. You can really be alone. It’s nice.”

“I agree.” Her voice was whist and reticent as the words tumbled from her mouth; a thought having barely been formed before her tongue ran away from her. “It’s a good getaway spot, to just step out of reality and take a moment to gain some clarity,” she agreed.

He nodded his head — the parted strands of his soft, chestnut hair shifting ever so slightly, “just take in the atmosphere and feel things that need to be felt.” Attentively, he raised his hand up to her face and tucked the stray wisps of her cinnamon hair that had fallen into her fair features behind her hear. The very tip of his forefinger traced the curve of her ear, before continuing a leisurely trail along her jawline. His hand then wrapped itself around her neck in an ever so gentle hold before his lips found hers.

It wasn’t quite the hot, sloppy, and lust-filled kiss that Talia had envisioned and replayed a thousand times over in her mind; it was soft, and passionate, and slow. Yet, tidal wave after tidal wave of electricity surged throughout her body. His lips were tame, and his tongue was soft as it worked against her own — their lips moving in a perfect, leisurely synchronisation. The hand wrapped around her throat was dominant and sexual, yet there was an overwhelming gentleness to their embrace.

After a few, pro-longed moments of passion, they separated — chests heaving up and down as they caught their breath. Once again, their gazes were fixed upon one another. They were processing; they were analysing the moment that they had just shared with one another. It was silent for a brief second, nothing but their heavy breaths filling the quiet.

Then, there it came. All of the zealous heat that emanated from the vehement flames that burned in the very pits of their stomachs; all of the pent-up tension between them; all of the sinful temptation that had been building over the course of the last two months. It all unravelled before them. Swiftly, Talia stood on the very tips of her toes and coiled her arms around his neck — her manicured fingers combing roughly through the ends of his long, shaggy hair. Her swollen, gloss-smeared lips smacked against his own in a fury of lust and she was once again sent skyrocketing towards the stars, an intoxicating wave of pleasure drowning her from head to toe.

Conrad was immediate in his reaction. His paw-like palms instinctively found their way to the curvatures of her waistline and pulled her in close. At his request, her body pressed against his own — her taut nipples pressed against the toned muscles of his chest through the thin fabric of both her anchor-printed dress and his plain t-shirt. His hand audaciously descended down her silhouette and rested itself against her ass, giving it a tight and teasing squeeze. A complacent smirk crept across his chiselled features as they continued with their fervent embrace, and she responded with a quick, little nip of his bottom lip with her teeth.

A low, grunt-like groan rumbled through the very depths of the back of his throat as he felt the adrenaline pumping through his veins. He was hot and excited, and that feeling only intensified as her dainty fingers ran through the knotted ends of his hair and yanked with a slight might. Talia was pushing all of the right buttons in a perfectly co-ordinated sequence that only she was privy too, and boy was he enjoying it; he felt energised, and alive, and as though he was on the most powerful trip of his life.

He detached his rum-laced lips from hers and placed lustful, little kisses that trailed from her lips down to the crook of her neck. He ran his hot, wet tongue over her sensitive skin — eliciting a soft moan from the very back of her throat. It spurred him on in his salacious actions as he ran the very tips of his pearly teeth over sweet spot of skin, before giving it a gentle nibble. He kissed, and licked, and sucked to his heart’s content as whining breaths slipped from between her lips — leaving a fresh bruise behind in his wake. Then, he returned his lips to hers, kissing her with a fervid passion.

He took several forceful steps, guiding her backwards until the cool wood of the bench seat pressed against the backs of her knees. His palms pushed against her curvaceous hips, forcing her down onto the seat and their lips to reluctantly separate. She peered up at him through her dark, mascara-coated lashes just as she did before, and watched as he slowly descended to his knees. The warm palms of his hands placed themselves on both of her knees and pried her legs apart with an abrupt motion — sending her sharp breath inwards echoing around the open expanse of the landscape.

Conrad then placed his authoritative fingers beneath her slender thighs and gave her a gentle tug forwards until she was perched on the very edge of the seat. His tongue slid across his bottom lip as the soft pads of his fingers traced a meandering trail up her tanned thighs, and beneath the short, frilled hemline of her dress. They hooked around the string-like waistband of her lace thong and pulled her underwear down. A lopsided smirk curled the corner of his full lips upwards, and lust glazed over his veridian eyes, as she carefully lifted her lips — allowing the thong to fall to her ankles. He slipped the meagre fabric from around her ankles and tucked it into the back pocket of his light wash, ripped jeans.

His clouded eyes peered upwards once more, his gaze fixing on hers as the pad of his finger found the exposed skin of her upper thigh. Taking in the feel of her silk-like skin, he trailed his finger downwards in an ever so leisurely motion, over the bone of her knee and proceeding down her shin. As her reached her now bare foot, he gently hooked it over his broad shoulder — pulling him ever closer to her forbidden fruit. His lips peppered several, lust-filled kisses along the inside of her thigh as he slowly made his way towards her pussy. His pearly teeth nipped and nibbled as the sensitive skin until he found his favoured patch. He, with every ounce of yearning inside of him, sunk his teeth into the inside of her upper thigh and marked her. Then, he continued to suck and lick over the sweet patch to his heart’s content.

Finally having his fill of her sunkissed thighs, he refocused himself on her sweet, sopping cunt. His tongue stroked long, languid lined across her wet folds as breathy moans slipped from between her lips. Her manicured fingers coiled around the very edge of the wooden bench and held on in a vice-like grip, allowing herself to indulge in the euphoria of his masterful tongue. The very tip of his tongue found her swollen clit and toyed with it wickedly; he blew a gentle huff of air out against her most sensitive of nerves and watched — elation dancing across his sun-drenched complexion — as she writhed before him. He circled it slowly, his tongue dragging a painfully slow trail around her rose bud of nerves before gradually increasing his pace. He had hankered over this moment for the better part of two months, and he was most definitely going to enjoy it whilst it lasted.

His hot palm rested against her inner thigh as his fingers dug into the soft skin and his tongue lapped expert motions against her core. An arrogant smirk curled the very corners of his lips upwards as he felt her voluptuous hips rolling, grinding against his face in a desperate bid for more pleasure. He nibbled lightly, eliciting an exhilarated whine from the petite brunette before him. Boy, did he love the sound of her moans; each salacious tone was another hit of adrenaline that coursed through his veins, and he was soon becoming impatient to feel her electric touch on him.

Talia raised her arms above her head — desperately grabbing onto the wooden back of the bench with her fingers. She held on with a vice-like grip as her hips subconsciously rolled in rhythm with his now fast-paced licks and her back arched at an unholy angle. Short, shallow gasps spewed from out her mouth as his tongue quickened its pace once more and her toes curled tightly. Elated moans filled the otherwise serene waters surrounding them and the metaphorical rope began to tangle within the very pit of her stomach; the frayed rope looped and knotted around itself, pulling ever tighter with each new weave until eventually — with one final tug — it pulled itself loose. An emphatic, high-pitched whine echoed through the dark abyss of the night as she came undone at the mercy of his masterful tongue.

Eventually, her loud moans dissipated into heavy breaths as he lapped up every drop of her sweet nectar. She straightened her posture, shuffling herself back against the wooden back of the bench _ her legs remaining, pinned open by Conrad’s presence. With her hazy, indigo eyes trained on the taller brunette, she watched as he stood up. Her French-tipped fingers almost instantly found their way to the belt loops of his skinny-fit, light wash jeans and pulled him closer with a hungry tug. His eyes darkened to a deep, forest green and glazed over with a fire-like yearn; Talia most definitely excited him in ways that no girl had excited him before.

She effortlessly unbuttoned his jeans and tugged on the zip until they rigid fabric was played open before her. The dainty palm of her hand cupped his semi-erect dick through the thin fabric of his Calvin Klein boxers and gave him a teasing rub. A devilish smile contorted her complexion at the rugged sound of his low grunts. She took her time in slipping her hand beneath the fabric but continued to give his now fully erect dick slow and taunting rubs.

Pulling his hard length from the constraints of his boxers, she lowered her head and licked the tip of his cock with a lascivious stroke. Her tongue swirled salaciously around his tip before she took the head into her mouth. Deep, carnal grunts spilled from between Conrad’s full lips as he placed a both his hands behind his head and pushed his hips forward. His hunger-filled eyes watched from his towering height as she continued to swirl her tongue around the tip of his dick, and her hands wrapped around the very base. Her palms pumped along the length of his dick as she flicked her tongue over the sensitive tip, teasing him just as he had done to her.

Eventually, she took his length into her mouth. The very tips of her straight, pearly teeth grazed along his shaft as he she ever so slowly retreated. Then, she repeated the process, taking his hardened dick into her mouth once more and retreating back. With each masterful bob of her head, she heard the grunt-like groans of the floppy-haired brunette fill the peaceful quietness of shoreline. She quickened her pace with each encouraging moan until she felt the pressure of his hand against the very back of her head.

Her loose, chestnut curls tangled beneath his clammy palm as he pressed down on the back of her head, pushing her mouth further down his rigid length. God, it felt as though he had ascended into heaven as the very tip of his dick hit against the back of her throat; it was so euphorically tight and pleasureful. His remaining hand steadied himself, supporting his hefty weight, against the white-painted pillar of the gazebo as his other continued to push her sinful lips further down his length. His strong hand relaxed and allowed her to retreat for a brief moment, before pushing her down once more. He repeated his actions once again and set into a hurried rhythm — carnal grunts and vulgar moans pouring from between his lips.

His head leant backwards and his eyes fluttered closed as his breathing became heavy and laboured. His paw-like hand continued to guide her salacious mouth with a steady, fast-paced rhythm until he felt it; his toes were hanging over the metaphorical edge of the cliff, ready to tumble forwards into he unknown. One more strong, rough shove of her head down onto his dick — his length pushing its way down into the tight heaven of her throat and he came undone himself. He came in her mouth, spilling his pearly load down her throat as lustrous moans spilled from his mouth.

Releasing her the back of her head and her chestnut tangles from his vigorous grip, Conrad allowed himself to catch his breath for a brief moment. His muscular chest heaved up and down with each intense breath as the invigorating hormones surged throughout his body. He felt as though he was on fire; he felt electric. That’s what Talia’s touch did to him. No, that’s what Talia in general did to him; he felt more alive than he ever had before. He felt renewed; refreshed; like he was riding the most extravagant high of his life.

His intense gaze returned as he peered back down, and his malachite eyes met with hers. He observed as she ever so nonchalantly ran her finger along the under side of her lip, wiping away the stray droplets of his cum. A husky moan rumbled through his burly chest once more, reminding him of his insatiable lust for the sunkissed, brunette temptress before him. The pad of his forefinger rested below her chin and inched her upwards into a standing position, then up onto her the very tips of her ivory-painted toes.

His rum-laced lips hovered over hers, just a mere millimetre apart, until he took the plump flesh of her bottom lip between his teeth. He tugged roughly, breaking the skin ever so slightly before pressing his lips to hers in a fervent embrace once more. It was a hot, lustful kiss. Her wandering fingers combed haphazardly through his dark locks as he slipped his palms behind her marked thighs. With one swift and effortless motion, her hickey-littered thighs were wrapped around his waist and his tattooed, burly arms were supporting her weight.

Conrad turned the entwined pair of them around and perched himself on the wooden seat of the bench, allowing her exposed knees to fall either side of his body. Their lips remained locked in an impassioned embrace as his dauntless hands explored the lower half of her silhouette; they traced the length of her slender thighs upwards — masterfully slipping beneath the short hemline of her sundress and grasping at her voluptuous ass. He squeezed her ass flirtatiously hard as the trimmed tips of his nails dug into her bronzed skin, leaving red, crescent-shaped marks.

As they continued to kiss with a fervid intenseness, Conrad’s dick hardened once more in sheer anticipation of the main event. It was something that he had fantasised over many a time; his lust-filled mind would wander during the sleepless hours of the early morning, thinking of all the different positions he could contort her slender, curvaceous body and ruin her beautiful cunt. He’d anticipated a hot and ardent quickie — rough and ready, sloppy, and barely unclothed; yet, similarly, he had envisioned a slow and sensual moment with steady, meaningful strokes and long, passion-filled kisses. This moment, however, very much resembled the former scenario and there wasn’t a single syllable of a complaint to be heard. There was something quite carnal and erotic about the heat of the moment and the spontaneity; the exhilarating thrill of the possibility of being caught, yet still being too caught up in the passion and the ecstasy of the moment to care.

He lined the tip of his erect length up with her wet slit and slid himself along her folds. Soft, angelic moans spilled from between her swollen lips as her curvaceous hips rocked ever so lightly back and forth in tandem with his thrusts.

Then, temptation overwhelmed him; he was far to eager to continue down the teasing road that he had headed. With a full, one-eighty turn, he positioned himself at the very opening of her entrance and guided her down length. A loud moan of satisfaction crawled up from the very depths of the back of his throat and dissipated into the cool air as he gave her a moment to adjust inside of her.

Talia — in slow and masterful motions — rocked her hips back and forth. His warm palms resting on the curvature of her waistline guided her, encouraging her to increase her pace with each complete back and forth rhythm. She pressed her rosy lips to his in a heated embrace, her tongue pushing past his lips and finding his own instantly; they moved together as one, caressing one another as an inharmonious melody of emphatic whines and amorous grunts filled the star-dusted sky. Her French-tipped nails dug deep into his brawny shoulder blades as she leveraged herself, lifting herself up before slamming herself back down onto his throbbing erection.

It wasn’t long before she was desperately grasping at the ends of his messy, brown locks — pulling roughly on the ends. Loud groans and pleasure-filled moans erupted from his mouth between the sloppy, wet kisses as she quickened her pace on top of him; he could feel her pussy walls clamping and unclamping around his rigid cock and — in an instinctive response to the ecstasy-like high — he bucked his hips upwards. His name rolled off her tongue so effortlessly in a sultry whine before sinking her teeth into the exposed flesh of his shoulder. She bit down hard, channelling all of her euphoria into that one bite before peppering salacious kisses along his neck and jawline.

Several rampant strokes later and Talia had found herself teetering on the brink once more. Nothing but pure and unadulterated pleasure surged throughout her body — reaching the very tips of her ivory-painted toes and the very top of her head — as she quickened her rhythm once more. Then, in with a shriek-like moan, she came undone once more; her pussy pulsated on beat with her pounding heart as she spilled her honey-like juices all over his thick, hard length. She continued to ride out her orbital climax, until he gave one final, rasping grunt himself and spilled his white ropes of cum inside of her.

The pair of them were left heaving and out of breath as neither dared to move. It took them a drawn-out moment, but eventually they managed to compose themselves. Talia slowly climbed off him, retreating from his lap and standing before him. Her manicured fingers tugged the frilled hemline of her dress back down over her nail-marked ass in a desperate bid to cover the shameful mess that they had created between her legs. Conrad, ever so casually in his lackadaisical manner, tucked his now flaccid dick back into his Calvin Klein boxers and buttoned his jeans. He tugged the metal zip closed and then peered upwards with his hazy eyes.

Talia brushed the delicate pad of her thumb over his reddened lips, wiping away the remnants of her sheer lip gloss, “Jere can never find out about this.”

Conrad stayed silent — offering nothing but another one of his infamous, brooding glances.

Eventually, he nodded his head in agreement and rose to his feet. Nonchalantly, he straightened out his now crumpled, white t-shirt and adjusted his light wash jeans to sit more comfortably on his hips. Then, with those final words uttered by Talia, he made his way back down the wooden jetty — the soft pads of his off-white converse fading into quiet.

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highpope · 2 years ago

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some things are better off untouched

part one - live on ao3 here.

Lucy has been in love with her best friend Jeremiah since she was 14, but she couldn't ever tell him. Not when she was sure he didn't feel the same way.

Jeremiah x OC - Debutante Ball Escort fic

obviously not all of this is canon but I'm going off od the outline of the tv series tsitp and not so much the book.

tags: some ppl who have showed interest :)

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unbelcved · 2 years ago

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LOVER TSITP

00. Prologue

"𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐓,"Anthony whispered aghast as he came out of the patient's room while holding a small piece of paper with something written down on it in his right hand. "She just left me," the young man whispered again still not fully realizing of what just had happened.

Anthony had just stepped out of the patient's room where his fiancé, Venessa, was supposed to be in. Yet she wasn't. Nor was she in any other room of the hospital. This woman seriously took the chance to flee and leave her newborn behind as soon as Anthony and his best friends were downstairs in the cafeteria. 𝘛𝘰 𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘦. Anthony scoffed. To flee from what? The child she wished for so badly so they could finally found a family?

Venessa knew Anthony wouldn't be able to raise that child on his own so what did she expect? He was a full time working men. So many questions surrounded his mind. He was so deeply lost in his thoughts that he completely forgot about the two women who were with him.

Susannah and Laurel who were sitting on two chairs in the waiting room exchanged a worried look before Susannah stood up, threw her coffee cup into the bin and made her way towards her long time best friend. The blonde woman had confusion written all over her face as she placed her hand on the dark haired man's shoulder. But before she could say or ask anything Laurel stood up hastily and asked "what do you mean she left?" Her tone said more than she did.

Anthony Carter slowly looked up to the dark haired woman called Laurel. His eyes were filled with shook and confusion. You could see the pain of him being left behind. The woman he believed he loved so long just left him not even 12 hours after she gave birth to their daughter. To his daughter. She wasn't the mother of this child that much she made clear in the tiny note she had left him. "Anton?," Susannah asked she still didn't really understood what was going on. "What are you talking about Venessa left? What happened?"

But all he could do was to raise his hand with the little piece of paper he was holding. Susannah now carefully took the paper out of Anthonys hand to read out loudly what was written on it.

𝙄𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚.

The blonde looked up, speechless, behind herself to Laurel who had now crossed her arms and an unsurprised look on her face. "I always knew that woman is a bitch," she hissed. Susannahs' eyes widened at her words before she turned back to Anthony who had now an desperately look on his face.

"What am I supposed to do? I can't raise that child on my own. I- I just can't. I am not prepared for this," his voice was shaking as his eyes searched these of Susannah pleadingly.

A deep sigh left her lips as she turned back to Laurel who stood there now looking at her little cellphone. "My husband just texted me," she murmured and started typing something back. It was probably something about her 𝘰𝘸𝘯 children.

For a second Susannah frowned but then turned back to her friend. Anthony was still looking at her not knowing what he should do. Susannah wasn't sure either, she herself had two boys, her eldest, Conrad, not older than two and she knew how hard it could be raising them. Still, she didn't have to do it all on her own. She had her husband, Adam, then Laurel and sometimes even Anthony. And here he stood all alone with his baby waiting in her little bed for him. Well, actually he was not completely alone. Susannah and Laurel were still with him and wouldn't leave him anytime soon for sure.

"Why don't we go look after your girl, Anton?," Laurel now suggested carefully. The dark haired woman wasn't really sure of what to say. She always had a bad feeling about that woman, Venessa, but couldn't really do much since Anthony was so blinded by his love for her. Laurel felt some kind of relief as her good old friend nodded before he walked back into the room he just came from, Susannah and her following him.

Immediately the two women grew excited as they followed Anthony back into the room where the little Elaine was laying in her bed, being in a deep slumber. Indeed the first thing the blonde haired woman, Susannah, noticed was the empty bed where Venessa had been laying on just a few hours ago. Still she only gave it a short look before her eyes eagerly searched for the little crib.

Susannah's heart started melting as soon as she saw the little sleeping so peacefully. With an look of awe she reached with her pointy finger for the little ones head before she started carefully stroking over it. "Just look at her little nose, Laurel" she mumbled softly not stopping her motion.

"And these little hands" Laurel added all smiley.

Susannah sighed again before turning to Anthony who had been following her motions the whole time. He too sighed as he focused his eyes on the ocean blue ones of Susannah. He saw a sorry look in her eyes before they turned into something else. Anthony knew that Susannah has always wished for another child, a girl. Yet, they all believed she might have found that child in Belly, the barely even two month old daughter of Laurel. But the look Susannah just gave his daughter made Anthony notice something.

Anthony couldn't explain how Susannah already managed to bond with the little girl who was still peacefully asleep. "Susannah-," he started but she didn't let him speak any further.

The blonde started smiling widely as she took one last glimpse towards the girl. "I really hope for you, you didn't believe I would leave you alone with this little angel. You know in summer I am going to take her with me to Cousins with the boys and Belly to the beach house, when you got to work. And for the first years I can even..." Susannah started babbling excitedly before she got interrupted.

"We" stated Laurel confidently "we are going to take care of her and help you as much as possible, my dear friend."

Anthony Carter immediately felt his eyes watering as he tried his best to not burst into tears. Speechless he looked at the two smiling women in front of him as he reached out for both their hands. Squeezing them, knowing he would never be able to the thankfulness he felt.

He only knew that his daughter would be in safe hands whenever he couldn't be there for her.

So when he finally finished filling out the documents of the little Elaine he knew his little girl would have an incredible childhood, simply because she would spend every single summer of them in Cousins. A place so many called home. A place Susannah Fisher called her home. The woman he trusted the most. His best friend.

For a moment he stopped over the space for the mothers name and seriously considered filling the field with 𝙎𝙪𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖𝙝 𝙁𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙧. He didn't do it though and simply wrote 𝙪𝙣𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙣 instead. Anthony respected Venessas last wish which was rather a threat besides he didn't want any hints for anyone, not even Elaine, about who her biological mother could be. For him it is like Venessa never even existed in his life. She stopped existing the second she stepped out of the hospital, probably running into the next best bed she could have found and left her Fiancé and her daughter behind.

Elaine might not have a biological mother but therefore she would have two women who already loved her as if she were one of their own.

And as Susannah stood over the little crib, watching the little Elaine opening her eyes for the very first time a tear rolled down her cheek. The woman knew as soon as she read through her papers, her name, she would love this child.

She would always love 𝐸𝑙𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝐽𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑝ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝐶𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑟 as one of her own.

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berryflops · 2 years ago

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" history " | part one

masterlist | word count; 1, 615 | warnings: fluff, a bit of angst?

authors note: fair warning, the series will be based off scenes in the show with elements of the books. every single scene will come from the show unless it is a made-up flashback, and if something is mentioned that you don't understand please let me know, so i can let you know if it was a mistake or if it was in the book :)

My favorite moment of the entire year wasn’t the first day of school. It wasn’t the last. It wasn’t Christmas, or my birthday, or even the family trip we took to visit my grandparents in France.

My favorite moment of the entire year was the day my parents would pack our bags into the backseat of our Jeep and start our journey towards Cousins Beach.

Every year since my mom was four years old, she would drive down to Cousins, exactly two days after her school had ended. When my dad showed up, they kept up her tradition. And when I was born, all my summers were spent at Cousins.

Every year from the beginning of June till the end of August, I was in my own world. The boardwalk games, the daily ice cream. The country club, the parties. And especially the Fisher boys.

I’d known the Fisher family longer than the Conklin family had. My mom had lived through her summers in the house next door to the Becks. Susannah had been her best friend, and then Laurel came along. Laurel and Susannah were inseparable. And all three of them together had adventures to rival ours.

The entirety of my year was spent thinking of summers, until they actually got here. Belly and I had talked about it once. We measured our years in summers, like they were the only part of the year that mattered. Winters were irrelevant, boring, compared to summers. Summers were when we got to do what we wanted, live how we wanted, have fun how we wanted. Summers were with the boys, and summers were in Cousins. Nothing was ever boring at Cousins beach.

I was looking out the window as my dad parked into our driveway. My brother Tate sat in the front with him, and the two were arguing about something that I hadn’t bothered paying attention to. Tate was a year older than I was. My sister Angela, sleeping beside me, was seven. She remembered my mom the least. My dad stopped the car, and the second he did, I threw my door open and headed out. My flip-flops slapped against the concrete and I climbed through the hedges that separated my house from the Fisher home. I could hear Tate following me. The second their front yard got into sight I could see the Conklins as well. Jeremiah and Steven were in their own world as the hugged, and so were Susannah and Laurel. Belly, on the other hand, was climbing out of the car.

“Bells!” I called out to her, causing her to turn around and embrace me as I ran towards her. I picked her up and twirled her slightly, setting her down to look up and down. “You look gorgeous, you know?” I laughed. She did. Her hair was a beautiful dark brown and it had an auburn tint to it. She didn’t have contacts anymore and her eyes had a shine to them that hadn’t been there before.

“Thank you.” she tilted her head down shyly. I smiled at her again before letting her go.

I turned around to see Jeremiah Fisher.

Jeremiah and I have an odd relationship. A complicated one. When we were kids, we were best friends. The kind of best friends that had secret handshakes, and fought over silly opinions, and shoved each other in the pool without regretting a single bit of it. Then one day, he promised to bring me to to the boardwalk, to make up for all the fun I’d missed while going to basketball practice. I got excited about it and everything. We were thirteen.

He stood me up for some girl he’d met the week before.

He promised he’d make it up to me. He said he’d bring me out to the drive-in.

He hung out with Conrad, Steven, and Tate instead, playing video games all night while I waited for him to knock on my door.

It happened all summer. Over and over. Eventually, I got so sick of it that I confronted him about it. I made him walk with me to the docs.

I hate remembering what he said that day. All I’m going to say is that Jere knew all my weaknesses.

I’d slapped him in the face and ran away crying. That had been the end of my friendship with Jeremiah Fisher.

“Hey, Sammy. How was your school year?” Jeremiah smirked, immediately slipping into his little flirty cover. It used to be my favorite thing about him, and now it was my least.

“Shove off, Fisher.” I rolled my eyes, bumping his shoulder to move past him towards Conrad and Belly. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Tate shove Jeremiah playfully.

Conrad hugged me immediately, didn’t hesitate like he did with Belly. I laughed when he lifted me off the ground, just as a jab towards how tall he was getting.

He set me down. “You got muscles, Sam. You’re probably fitter than me and Jere.” he smiled teasingly. I laughed, swatting at him playfully.

“Basketball requires work, does it not?” I teased, flexing my biceps. Conrad attacked my stomach, tickling me immediately. I giggled, erupting into small fits of laughter.

“Yo, Connie, quit flirting with Sam!” Conrad rolled his eyes at Steve, pausing his attack immediately. I tucked my hands into the back pockets of my shorts. I was oblivious to their comments after all our summers.

I liked how I’d put myself together that summer. Most my clothes were new, curtesy of my dad’s annual seasonly shopping spree. I was wearing white jean shorts, beige flip-flops, and a sage green tank top with daisies decorating the fabric. My previously bright red hair had turned a deep auburn, and it complemented my dark tan skin. My olive eyes stood out because of my hair as well. Everything had come together that summer. Everything had fit.

I knew I wasn’t as pretty as Belly, or the girls at Cousins that the boys hung out with. But I felt prettier than before. And that was enough for me.

“Hey, hey, hey, guys, guys.” Steven lead Jeremiah and Tate towards Belly, Conrad and I. He started making small shrugging gestures with his hands. “I mean, I don’t know about you, but I-“ he cut himself off, looking down at his naked wrist. Jeremiah mimicked him, and Tate followed the two. “I, well I think, it’s time for a..”

Jeremiah continued, “For a..” The three boys looked at each other.

“A Belly flop!” Belly backed away slowly and I started giggling. The boys had come up with the Belly flop when we were kids, most likely Steven’s idea. Jeremiah was Belly’s best friend, Steven and Tate were her older brothers, and Conrad, well, we’d never known about Conrad. But they all loved teasing her, Steven especially. So when Steven let Belly slip through his arms as she sprinted, screaming at them, all four boys ran after her, Conrad tackling her first. Jeremiah and Steven grabbed her legs, and Tate helped with her torso. I followed as they brought her towards the back.

Belly was calling for me to stop, and I knew it was a failed attempt. Even with the strength I’d gathered, me against those four? Never gonna work.

I sat behind them on the lounge chairs as the started counting down, swinging Belly back and forth. “One, two, three!” Belly splashed into the water, screaming at the last second when they’d all laughed. She’d given up on crying about it years ago.

“How’s the water?” Jeremiah remarked, staring down at her cheekily. His blond curls were blowing in the breeze and I forced myself to look away.

“Guys, I hurt my ankle.” I stood up immediately after hearing Belly. The boys never would have thrown me into the water. They knew they’d get beat up for it by me, and me alone. “Come on.” Belly held out her hand. Before I could reach for her, Conrad did.

“Yeah, got you.” He gripped her hand, and before any of us could figure out what was happening, she pulled him in with her. I smiled at the two, facing Steven, Jeremiah, and Tate instead.

Steven draped an arm over my shoulder before addressing Jeremiah. “Bro, did your mom get that fancy cheese or whatever?” Jeremiah shoved his arm playfully.

“Yeah, dude, don’t worry. She went out yesterday and got all that.” Tate grinned at the two.

“Jere, your mom picks the best food.” He added. Steven laughed.

“You two don’t even live here.”

Jeremiah faced me, and suddenly his ocean blue eyes were sinking deep into mine and all I could think was, I’m drowning, God, I’m drowning. “You could if you wanted to.” He winked and the moment was over, like it hadn’t even started.

Steven and Jeremiah had gone off into the house somewhere, and I’d dragged Tate back home with me to unpack. When we got over next door all our bags were already inside. I peeked into the living room to see Angela lying on the couch. “Tate, can you?” I gestured towards her, letting my brother lift her up with a gentleness he’d always reserved for family as he brought her up the stairs. I knew when he thought no one was looking he’d tuck her in.

I turned around and picked up my bags, lugging them upstairs. I took out my phone, and I had a few texts from friends. My dad had said he was going grocery shopping, and that was the only one I’d checked. My friends back home could wait. Summer in Cousins had just begun.

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emmylubooks · 2 years ago

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Bored and have the writing bug for things other than just my fanfic 😂 so send request for

-Cam Cameron

-Jeremiah Fisher

-Conrad Fisher

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heyidkyay · 2 years ago

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Hii! I’ve really wanted to get back into writing for the longest time now, and after reading these beautiful books and watching season one of The summer I turned pretty, I figured I’d try to write a series based around it:)

Not sure who the endgame will be as of yet but feel free to msg me ideas if you enjoy the first part! Just a forewarning the themes used will be similar to those in the books.

Hope you like it??

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Paper cuts.

Summary: Aurelia Cunnings, eighteen, freshly graduated, and stranded with no real family to phone or friends to reach out to. The past year has been a neverending nightmare, one she can’t seem to escape from. But will this be the summer to change all?

Part One.

Part two>

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I had nothing. Nothing and no one.

As I sat there, on the side of the road, phone clutched tightly in my fisted hand, that was all I could think of. I had no way out this time. No friends I could call. No family that would be interested. Nothing.

I squeezed my eyes tightly shut as I inhaled a staggered breath, dropping my head into the space my knees had created.

My bags. Just the two of them, an old duffle and all too overused backpack, waited patiently on the curb beside me.

Term time had just ended, and summer had just begun. But yet, here I still was, stranded a million miles from the place I knew was no longer my home and the school I’d been forced to leave.

Well, I say leave, but how else was I supposed to describe it? I had just graduated, I had college waiting for me in the fall if I could still somehow make that prospect work, and everyone had already cleared out for the summer.

They had meant to be there- my family. Mum had texted me ahead of time upon hearing from the school’s pa, but then she’d missed graduation, skipped out on my leavers ceremony, and gone completely off the grid. And by that I mean, she practically upped and left the country. Left me. Stranded and alone, figuring I already had some place to go.

And I might have, once upon a time. Before- before everything that happened last October.

I sighed and willed myself not to cry. I wouldn’t cry. I couldn’t. I was stronger than the emotions she brought out in me. I wouldn’t cry, not for her.

“Fuck!” I cursed underneath my breath, already rubbing at my tired eyes.

I hadn’t slept well in, weeks? Months? But the last couple of days had been stressful. Too difficult to describe. And too horrendous to even think about. All I wanted was a warm bed.

I chewed my lip harshly as I tapped my thumbnail against the side of my phone. The screen came to life when I accidentally hit the power button but instead of letting it dim out, I forced myself to scroll through my contacts once more. There had to be someone, anyone, decent enough to-

My chest tightened on its own accord as my eyes came across one familiar name.

I thought it over, once, twice, then before I could think better of it I hit call.

Another shaky breath escaped me as I held the phone up to my ear. It rang. One. Two. Three.

“Hello? Aurelia, is that you, sweetheart?”

I gulped upon hearing her voice and couldn’t help the way I completely fell apart when I finally answered.

“Susannah.” I sobbed.

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The drive to the airport wasn’t a long one, but the flight from Chicago to Massachusetts was. And even though I now had a place to go, somewhere safe, somewhere warm, I still couldn’t will my exhausted body to sleep. Not when my phone call with Susannah was still so fresh in my mind.

It had been months since I’d last seen her. I think the last time we spoke had been in early May the previous year.

A few years prior, my father had egged me into volunteering at one of her many charity events. I’d been fifteen and from the very first moment I saw Susannah, I knew she was the kind of woman I wanted to grow up to be.

Though I’d been helping out, we never crossed paths much, not when there had been a billion other kids doing the exact same job as me. Some forced there by overzealous parents, others just looking for something else to add to their college app.

But looking back, I don’t know how, and I really don’t recall when, but Susannah Fisher grew quite fond of me. So much so, that by the time the next event rolled around that same year she had dubbed me as her executive little helper.

I’d been so pleased with the title. Susannah had a simple way of making any and everyone feel important.

I’m not ashamed to say I grew rather attached, and it wasn’t surprising to say the very least, my own mother and I had never seen eye to eye. She was far too busy in her own world. She left almost everything to do with me down to my dad. My brother on the other hand, had always been her golden boy. The school’s quarterback. Prom King. He had it all. And me? I’d only craved her attention from the sidelines.

Susannah was the complete opposite of my mother.

She was warm, where my mother was cold and closed off.

Susannah laughed, loudly and without care, whilst my mother rarely ever smiled.

She painted for hours on end and spoke of her sons as though they were her greatest achievement. And in a way, I knew that they were. She was the perfect role model. In the time we spent together we bonded and I came to look at her as the mother figure I’d missed out on.

The last real conversation I’d had with my mother was almost six years ago now. I’d been twelve, just declared the vice captain of my cheer team. A team I had only joined to appease her. She had been so proud. Practically paraded me around to all of her friends.

When I’d quit after a bad fall a year later, I had seen the disappointment in her eyes. She could hardly stand to look at me, even though my grades had never slipped below an A, and I had forced myself to try out for the school talent show whilst my leg healed up. I’d come in second place, by the way, the runner up to a group of seniors who had choreographed an extensive dance routine. Not that she had even attended.

My dad had though. He always came through.

But that was in the past now.

I shook my head to clear my mind and instead focused my attention on the plane’s cabin. An air hostess further up front smiled at me all as she took to her place just in time for the pilot to announce our descent.

This was it, I thought as I buckled my seatbelt, this was the start to my summer.

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dilfhwa · 2 years ago

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Garden Kisses Chapter 1

I hope you all enjoy the first "chapter" of Garden Kisses.

THE drive to cousins beach from north carolina was a tiring one, to say the least. lyla had to drive most of the way, switching with aaliyah to help get her practice in, since she had received her license not that long ago, whenever they got off the highway back onto the main road. Playing on the radio, a mix of music enjoyed by both women, aaliyah couldn't help but stare outside the window, as the words of new edition's If it isn't love came from both women. she was continuously imagining how the summer would go.

from movie nights with all the mothers and her closet friend, belly. to late-night swims. finally being old enough for the debutant ball, the beach, the environment, the tennis courts calling her name. most of all, jeremiah fisher. the boy she had been giving unnoticed glances at every time he had walked by since the age of 10.

"liyah, we're almost at the gas station in town we can switch there and get some snacks." lyla had said, forcing aaliyah to come out of her daydreaming consciousness.

as the women had pulled into the gas station, they had somehow pulled up right behind the conklin's. as they parked, aaliyah had seen the oldest conklin sibling, steven, get out of the car and smile at the gooden women. he began walking to the car as aaliyah had quickly gotten out, opening his arms wide to embrace his best friend in a hug. as the women of the conklin family had followed right behind him, laurel immediately went to her friend and embraced her in a hug as well. while belly had walked behind steven waiting for her turn to hug her friend.

"What's up little li? hi lyla, how was the drive?" he had said while ending the hug and backing up a little from the girl.

"long and tiring, especially with this one thinking she could be the next winner of american idol." lyla had replied as the laughed at the expression on aaliyah's face.

"i wasn't even the only one singing. you were acting like you were the 7th member of new edition for the past hour!" aaliyah had said laughing as well.

"okay okay how about we go inside and get something to eat. belly, li go get the snacks, i'll do the gas for you guys." steven had said rushing the women as he was trying to hurry back on their way to the fisher's summer home.

"why thank you, steven, girls you heard him let's go." lyla had replied as she and laurel began walking into the gas station with the girls following right behind.

as they made it inside the older women went straight to the bathroom while the younger ones went straight to the snacks. belly heading to the chips and aaliyah heading to the drinks. as belly began to stuff her face with cheetos aaliyah laughed at her when she turned around with everyone's drinks in her arms, both of them not noticing the young cashier looking at them with a smile on his face.

"hey." he has said, scaring both girls. they had turned around to see him with that same smile on his face giving him a 'hey' back.

while he began to check out the girls he began flirting with belly as aaliyah just stood there, ready to pay and get back to the car. the boy had invited both of them to the bonfire that was happening that night. the mothers came back from the bathroom to join the girls a couple of minutes later. laurel asking the girls if they wanted to come to her pre-sign the stock of her new book.

as the women left the store belly turned towards the boy and gave him a little smile. and he had left the girls with a little 'see you later'. the girls had been questioned by the moms and in return they replied with a little 'nothing'. soon they all gathered by the cars, belly and lyla switching with each other to continue the drive towards the Fisher's summer home. the drive only lasted a good 30 minutes, with the girls talking about random little things and singing along to the songs that played from aaliyah's playlist. when both cars pulled into the gravel path of the house, steven let out a honk followed by aaliyah doing the same, alerting the residents of the home of their arrival.

everyone who was in the conklin car had headed out first, soon followed by the girls who were in the gooden car. belly had gotten out of the car first; aaliyah had followed soon after, following everyone else to the fisher family with a smile on her face. as jeremiah had turned around to face her, his growing even wider. he began walking towards her as she did him, both of their smiles never leaving their face. as they met at the halfway point of their steps they embraced each other, rocking each other back as forward.

"hey jere." aaliyah had said, barely above a whisper as the boy had smushed her face into his chest.

"hey liyah bear." The youngest fisher boy replied, his cheek on the top of her head.

as they pulled apart, the smiles on their faces never dropped. conrad had soon come up behind jeremiah walking up to the side of him.

"hey aaliyah." conrad said giving aaliyah a quick hug to the girl. aaliyah replied with a 'hey' back to the older fisher. the boys' mother called out to the group saying how the mothers will be going inside. the three teens had chatted for a couple of seconds. as Conrad left the two and had started walking over to belly, jeremiah and aaliyah started heading towards steven. a couple minutes later belly and conrad had joined them.

"hey guys... i don't know about you but..." the oldest conklin had started, "i think it's time for a... for a... belly flop!" he had finished, joined by jereimah. every summer the boys had found joy in throwing both of the girls into the pool. it was tradition. soon enough both girls had taken off into a run being chased by the boys. but they hadn't been quick enough and were soon captured and taken to the back yard, as the boy chanted 'belly flop'.

"hey. hey guys come on. i just did my hair-" aaliyah had tried to plead with the boys as jeremiah cut her off by saying that she lied and told him she got her hair done about a week before coming up to cousins. the boys began to count down, as they reached three both girls had been thrown into the pool. soon after they floated to the top aaliyah giving a quick look to belly and they shared a nod.

"ow come on guys i think i twisted my ankle help me out." aaliyah had said holding her hand out, while belly swam towards her coming to her "aid". conrad being the great friend he is to aaliyah reached his hand out towards her and grabbed her hand to help pull her out of the water. soon enough he was grabbed by both girls and dragged into the water. everyone had laughed as conrad begin to chase the girls in the pool, belly immediately tapping out and aaliyah kept swimming away from conrad, soon following belly out of the pool. the girls both ran into the house to escape conrad's "rath", but as soon as the stepped a foot into the kitchen they were soon scolded by belly's mother for dripping water onto the floor. saying a quick sorry the girls ran up the stairs to go to their rooms to dry off.

finally summer had begun.

Zoo talks 💕💕

So that was the first "chapter". Please don't be a ghost reader !! let me know what you guys think of it so far. I hope y'all have a great day/evening (whenever you're reading this).

— zoo (word count: 1434)

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mr. perfectly fine

jeremiah fisher x oc

chapter 3

I'm scrolling through Instagram when Belly flops onto my bed with a sigh.

"What's up Bell?" I question her

"Conrad being Conrad" she replies

"Did something finally happen between you two?" I ask excitedly

"Conrad and I were talking by the pool, just the two of us, and it... felt different."

"Was it a good different?" I say while wiggling my eyebrows

"I don't know. I mean, Jere and Steven came down and they all just left and went to the beach."

"Wait, they're at the bonfire?"

I'd heard about the annual bonfire in cousins every year to celebrate the start of summer, but I never went. I was always too scared.

"...Why don't we go? I hesitantly ask her.

I needed to move on from Jeremiah and maybe I'd meet a cute guy there.

"It's just some stupid beach bonfire. It's not like we were invited either." She says with a sigh "But....I did meet a cute guy at the gas station on the way here who asked me to come."

"Please Belly. It'll be so much fun. Conrad will be there and you can make him jealous. I'll even let you borrow one of my dresses." I beg her while giving her my best puppy dog eyes.

"Fine. You owe me." She says while rolling her eyes and getting up.

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"Rena, I love you, but there is no way in hell I'm wearing that. You'll be able to see my underwear underneath it!" Belly gasps, holding up a sheer pink slip dress.

"Oh cmon B, it'll be so cute."

"Just wear a thong." Belly's best friend from home, Taylor, yells through the phone

"No! Thongs are unhygienic. Wearing a thong is basically like-like flossing your butthole!"

"Ew! Belly, thongs are mainstream." Taylor laughs before ending the call.

"Fine. I'll wear the dress. But I'm not wearing a thong!" Belly says while throwing a random shirt at my head.

The shirt misses me and I laugh. I dig through my closet and turn around to see Belly wearing the dress. My jaw drops.

"ISABEL CONKLIN YOU BITCH! YOU LOOK BETTER IN THE DRESS THAN I DO!" I gasp.

"Oh stop, you're just saying that." Belly blushes

"No seriously Belly. You look amazing."

"What are you planning on wearing?" She changes the subject.

"I literally have no idea." I groan. "I want to look cute but I don't want to look like I'm trying too hard."

Before riffles through my closet before pulling something out.

"Here," she says handing it to me before grabbing a pair of heels and throwing those at me as well.

I hold up the dress she picked out for me. It's a casual dress with a cute floral print. The shoes she picked out for me were black sandals with a slight heel.

I quickly try on the outfit. It's perfect. Belly and I add finishing touches to our makeup before walking downstairs. We give one last look at the three moms sleeping on the couch before we quietly sneak out through the front door.

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The walk to the beach is spent in comfortable silence. I don't speak and neither does Belly. I guess we're both too worried about attending our first bonfire to make small talk.

We get to the beach and I'm immediately hit with the smell of alcohol. Loud music is playing and teenagers are everywhere.

"I'm gonna kill you" Belly mouthes at me

Belly and I make our way over to the drink cooler before a boy that I've never seen before starts talking to her.

"Yo, gas station girl." He yells. "Where you comin from?"

This must be the guy she said invited her.

Belly looks at me before saying, "another party.."

"Sweet... Here take my beer." he offers

"No, no, no, thanks. I'm okay."

"So uh.. you got a boyfriend back home?"

Belly tries to think of something to say before her brother catches her attention.

"Steven!" She yells.

"What are you doing here?! And I-I'm sorry. What are you wearing?!" He asks in disbelief as he walks over to where we're standing.

"I invited her. Who the fuck are you?" Gas station guy quickly defends her.

"I'm her brother. She's 15, you pedo."

"I-I'm almost 16."

"My bad," he says before walking away.

Belly and Steven begin to bicker before she shoves him and ends up falling. Right in front of Conrad Fisher. Ouch.

He's making out the girl he took to the deb ball last year. I think her name is Nicole. She's pretty, but obviously I'm team Belly and Conrad.

"Belly?" he asks, horrified. Oh no.

"She just ate it dude" I hear a random boy laugh

"I thought you hated the red sox?" she scoffs, referring to Nicole's hat.

"Who are you?" Nicole asks

"WHO ARE YOU?" Belly says with an attitude

Something bad is about to happen. I try to pull Belly away but she won't move.

Belly and Conrad begin to argue and he calls her a brat.

"Well, you're an asshole!" She yells before she's interrupted.

Jeremiah runs over to where we're standing, seemingly unaware of what happened moments before.

"Belly! Rena! You came! Great, we can all hang out"

"No, they're leaving. I'm taking them home." Steven replied for us.

"Stop being such an asshole Steven. We're staying" I argues before Belly gets the chance.

"Cmon Steven, chill out. Go hang out with Shayla or something." Jeremiah says.

"Let's go." Shayla tugs on his arm to leave.

"Fine. But just stay right here and don't talk to anybody."

"Fuck you!" Belly screams at his back when he turned around while flipping him off.

Jeremiah turns to me and my heart stops. No matter how bad he hurt me, he'll always have that effect on me. His pink kissable lips, his ocean blue eyes, his gorgeous blonde curls- he's perfect. I hate that he's so perfect. I hate that he's too perfect to be with someone like me.

"Listen, for one, I'm really happy that you guys are here. I know we haven't really talked Rena but-"

"Jeremiah!" a girl calls his name

He gives us both a sheepish smile before running back to the group of girls he was originally talking to. Of course. Why wouldn't he leave to talk to girls he's probably never spoken to before tonight. I ignore the feeling in my chest and grab Belly's hand.

Belly and I find a place to sit on the sand before I leave to finish getting a drink. I grab a bottle of water and I'm on my way back when I see Belly talking to a guy I've never seen before.

I decide to give them some alone time and wander over to where the actual bonfire is. I'm staring off into the fire when I feel someone bump into me

"Shit, my bad." a boy laughs.

He's cute. He looks to be around my age.

"It's fine" I smile.

"So, are you new here?" He slurs as he sits down next to me.

"No, uh, I've been coming to cousins since I was born. This is just the first time I've come to the bonfire."

"What?! How come a pretty girl like you has never been to the bonfire before."

We chat for a while before he not so subtly puts his hand on my upper thigh.

I was about to brush it off before I look up and see Jere staring at me, his eyes filled with something I can't quite understand. Jealousy that I'm not pining over him like always?

Oh well

"Are you cold?" He asks me, looking at the thin straps of my dress."Here, you can wear my jacket."

He unzips his hoodie and places it over my shoulders. I'm about to thank him when I look up and see someone standing in front of me. Jeremiah Fisher.

"Can I help you?" I ask

"Yeah, you can." He says before grabbing my hand and pulling me up and dragging me away from everyone.

"What the fuck is your problem Jere?!"

"Why are you basically on top of that kid? You just met him. Do you even know who he is?"

"I didn't have the chance to get to know him because you came over here and dragged me away!"

He's about to respond before I hear shouting. I turn to see Conrad arguing with gas station guy.

"Fuck you, bro" I hear Conrad yell before shoving the guy

I see Belly run over while they take turns pushing each other but she falls to the floor after getting elbowed in the face. That's all it takes for a fight to start. Gas station guy punches Conrad in the face and they roll around on the floor.

I don't even think about Jere and run over to help Belly up. Her face is already red. That's going to leave a nasty bruise.

"Cops!" somebody yells.

#belly conklin #conrad fisher #jeremiah fisher #jeremiah fisher x reader #romance #steven conklin #the summer i turned pretty #tsitp #jenny han

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