don't blame me - conrad fisher DISCONTINUED

chapter four

conrad's pov:

i wake up with a pounding headache.

fuck.

last night was a shit show. i drank way too much, said things i shouldn't have, and did things i shouldn't have.

but one thing i did say was true.

you're hair's so soft and beautiful. has anyone ever told you that?

i pull myself out of bed and my head is pounding more. going down the stairs i smell something cooking, hmm.

"do we really have to sit for our paintings? can't she just look at a picture on her phone?" i hear jeremiah say as i walk into the kitchen.

"she needs to see you in the flesh in order to capture your essence. while you're still young and full of hope." laurel replies, as they both burst out laughing.

"her words, not mine." she adds.

i walk over to the couch and lay down. my head is killing me. why the fuck do i have to be so dumb.

"well, conrad does not have hope actually." jeremiah says, adding on, "he's hopeless, but my hangover smoothie... cures all."

"can you just hurry up?" i say impatiently.

"just go back to bed, all right?" jere tells me.

"all right, seriously, steven, get out."

"oh, come on." steven responds.

"this is a delicate science, and your heavy breathing is gonna break the yolk." jeremiah tells steven.

"okay, okay, okay." steven says backing out of the kitchen.

"what did we miss?" i hear jules say and her and belly enter the room.

"oh nothing." steven says.

"she hasn't painted you since you were little. i think it'd be nice to have these portraits for when you're older." laurel suggests.

"when I'm older, i'm sure there'll be, like, like, holograms or something i can watch of myself, you know?" steven talks back to his mom.

"just sit for your portraits. i don't see conrad complaining."

"he'll complain when he's conscious." that's true, but i have to do it for mom. i'd do anything for her.

the blender turns on. why does it have to be so loud?

"come on, man. hurry your ass up. all right? i can't be late for my first day of work." steven says stressed.

"we won't. we're good."

"jere, don't worry about making me and belly breakfast. we'll run and get muffins." jules speaks.

"are you sure, jules? i can make you guys some."

"no, no. don't worry about it. i don't want you to be late because of us."

"jules, take my keys. you and belly can drive to get muffins." laurel says throwing her the keys.