OCEAN EYES ━ steven conklin ✓

𝟬𝟬 first dinner

Solange sat in the back of the 'beach' house, absorbing the sun with the aftertaste of raspberry in her mouth-the summer had been starting once again, meaning the late nights under the stars and of course, the Conklins would be arriving any day now, "Solange, you can't do this all summer" Susannah walked out, automatically putting a challenge to the girls' daily habits. Every day the Walton girl would lay out by the pool in a hoodie, shorts, and flip-flops and watch the sunset while reading, sometimes she'd pass out and find herself waking up due to Jeremiah's persistent tapping right on time for dinner.

"Huh? do what" Solange froze, adjusting her black sunglasses to sit more comfortably on her face, Susannah sighed, pushing her feet to the opposite side of the sunbed "I don't know what's up with you recently but I want you to know you can talk to me, you've been doing the same thing all year and I refuse to have two kids who don't wanna do anything with themselves so...I got you a babysitting gig."

The ebony haired girl understood where Susannah was coming from but the lazy, sunbathing in the wrong clothes and keep stealing her edibles, part of her didn't feel like working with mooching, dirty little kids all day "if anyone should get a job it should be Conrad, look he's literally a few feet away from me, doing the exact same thing" Solange pointed at the boy who'd been wearing almost her exact outfit, they were relaxing buddies.

She and Conrad did the exact same thing all year round, nothing, "Connie at least has friends, you don't leave the house unless you're going to putt-putt" Susannah paused, "it's not a conversation, the kids will be dropped off tomorrow at around two" she finished.

Solange groaned, "but Susannah..."

"And take a shower, you smell like Laurel when she was a hippie!" Susannah yelled as she entered the house, Conrad was across the pool, sitting up to point and laugh at her "they're here!" Jeremiah's voice echoed in the house, hitting her ears-Solange froze, thinking of who exactly was here.

"oh shit...what's today?" she mumbled to herself, getting up. Jeremiah was always the happiest to see the Conklin bunch, Conrad got up, walking the opposite way around the corner as she happily walked through the house, Solange only had one walking speed though-she could hear the horn beeping.

She wore Jeremiah's baggy grey hoodie, shorts, and Susannahs' flip flops on her feet, Jeremiah's arms wrapped around Steven, allowing Solange to jump into Isabella's arms, the two of them had been friends since she moved to Cousin "I missed you!" Belly screamed in her ear, squeezing her tightly "I missed you too but bells', I can't breathe" the girl responded.

Her friend let go of her, rushing behind her to Conrad, Laurel closed the car trunk, "hi...oh my god" the black-haired woman spoke, wrapping her in a hug and ignoring the smell of armpits and lemon air freshener, "you look just like Morgan, oh my god" Laurel mumbled the last few words again. holding her tightly.

Solange was developing into her mother, the glimmering skin, chocolaty eyes and long legs really gave off the Morgan look, her mother wouldn't be seen in what she was wearing, she collected this thought after seeing all the thousand-dollar shoes and blouses she wore in the family photos "I tell her all the time" Susannah added.

Steven had just been standing close to Jeremiah, holding bags to carry in, he looked different at least in her eyes, "congratulations on getting rid of the lesbian mom haircut nerd" Solange said, making Stevens' eyes roll back, when they were younger she'd joke twenty-four-seven about how he looked like Steph from the fosters, he found it un-amusing but Belly would always laugh and start singing the shows theme song, "you look like a bohemian hobo" Steven shot back.

"Really? thank you, yea that was what I was going for" Solange sarcastically responded, drinking from her putt-putt milkshake cup, Steven laughed, "can I hug you or will I smell dead skunk?" he asked with a joking tone.