Conrad Fisher | One Shots & Imagines

Just Friends - Part 3

Susannah always told you that you were destined for one of her boys.

It was obvious that it was Conrad. The connection that you and Conrad had was like no other, nobody would ever compare.

Conrad knew you like the back of his hand, and you knew him just as well.

You knew that all the moms secretly prayed that you would end up with Conrad or Steven, they wanted to be related one way or another.

It's been a week since the incident at the deb picnic. Have you and Conrad talked about it? No.

It was driving you crazy.

Things have been weird to say the least. You were grateful that Conrad wasn't ignoring you like he was the week before.

He was doing the exact opposite actually.

He's been more present this past week than he had all summer. He wasn't off by himself for most of the day anymore. He actually wanted to hang out with everyone, wanted to go swimming, wanted to play volleyball. It was like you had the old Conrad back.

There were still times where you could tell that something was bothering him, the same thing that's been bothering him all summer. You'd be in the middle of a conversation and his eyes would wander, his face would slowly fall into a stoic expression and you'd know that you lost him to his thoughts.

But more often than not, Conrad seemed happier. He actually talked at the dinner table, tell jokes or tease Belly or even you. You'd sneak glances at him whenever you could and your heart would race when he was staring right back.

You'd decided that tonight would be the night that you would talk to him. You needed to know where you both stood. Did he have feelings for you? He never officially said anything.

Define the Relationship.

DTR- your best friend called it.

Everyone was settling down for the night. The moms were having a drink in the back patio, Jere, Belly, Steven and John all went to the pier. Conrad was nowhere to be found.

"Have you guys seen Conrad?" You called out to your mom, Laurel and Susannah.

"Not since dinner, sorry!" Laurel called back.

You huffed and went back into the house, checking his room one last time only to find it empty. You lost even more hope when you saw his phone sitting on his desk. You had no idea where he is and no way to contact him.

You fell onto his bed, staring at the ceiling. Was this a sign that you shouldn't talk to Conrad about this right now?

You sat up, leaning back onto your hands. Your eye landed on the photo on his dresser. It was from last summer of all of you. John, Belly, Conrad, You, Jeremiah and Steven. You were all making a silly face, Conrad stuck up two fingers behind your head to make bunny ears. It was a cute picture despite how awful you look.

Your hair was all over the place and some strands covered your face. It was a crazy windy day at the beach, no matter how much you fixed it before the photo it would blow right back onto your face.

That's it. The beach.

You were out the door in seconds. Your flip flops clapped against the concrete as you sprinted towards the beach. Soon the sound of waves crashing filled your ears, the feeling of the grainy sand met your toes and you smiled when you saw him sitting in the sand.

You didn't stop running, you kept going till you were a few feet away from him.

"Conrad!" You shouted over the waves.

His head turned to you and even in the darkness you could see him smile. He stood from his spot when you slowed down, standing beside him. You were out of breath and your probably looked crazy but you didn't care.

"Hey." He smiled, his hands reaching out to grab yours.

"I've been looking for you." You admitted, smiling timidly at him.

"I'm glad you found me." His eyes stared into yours, the moonlight hitting his face just right. He looked beautiful.

"I wanted- I wanted to talk to you." You breathed out, still trying to catch your breath.

"Yeah. Yeah I want to talk to you too." A hint of a smile tugged at his lips.

He tugged at your hand, pulling you to sit down onto the sand. You settled beside him but he never let go of your hand. It felt normal to sit here like this on the beach, hand in hand. Like you've done it so many times before. But you hadn't, this is the first time Conrad has held your hand in an intimate way.

"I think about you." He broke the silence between you. "A lot." His voice was so calm and soothing, you could listen to him talk for hours.

"I always have, if we're being honest." He chuckled. "Y/n, there's a lot of stuff going on in my life. Things I can't really explain right now." He sighed, his head hung slightly as he looked down at the sand.

"I want to be with you." His head turned and his eyes met yours. "But I don't want you to feel like I only want to be with you because of what I'm dealing with right now." His face contorted and you could tell he was conflicted with himself. You didn't really know what to say. You didn't know what he was going through.

"I think I've always wanted to be with you. I just.. I've been in denial. We grew up together, our families are so close and I always thought that if we ever became something, it could mess things up for everyone. Not just us." He frowned.

"I don't think it'll mess anything up." You shrugged. "I think even if things go south, we'd be mature enough to come out of it alright. At least I'd be mature enough." You rolled your eyes playfully, trying to lighten the mood. Conrad bumped your shoulder with his, rolling his eyes at you.

"I think we owe to ourselves to at least try though." You smiled hopefully. "I don't know what you're dealing with. I respect you enough not to push you to tell me until you're ready. And when you're ready to tell me I'll be right here." You squeezed his hand.

"I'll always be right here." You leaned your head onto his shoulder. "Always."

He didn't say anything. You both sat in each other's company in silence for a few moments, and that was okay. One thing you loved about being around Conrad was that you didn't have to do anything, you both just enjoyed being together. Even if no words were said.

"Y/n." You pulled your head off his shoulder and looked up at him. His eyes were glued to yours, it was an intense stare. His hand slipped out of yours and before you could feel sad about it, his hands were cupping your face and pulling your lips onto his.

You were taken aback, eyes wide as he pressed his lips onto yours. Were you dreaming?

You definitely were not dreaming.

You melted. You melted against him, letting yourself kiss him back. This was happening. You were kissing Conrad Fisher.

Your hands settled on the back of his neck, tugging ever so softly at the ends of his hair. His lips were soft and slightly salty, you didn't mind though.

He pulled away first, his forehead resting against yours. A small chuckle left his mouth. That just happened.

"Be mine?" He sounded unsure, maybe even nervous.

"I've always been yours, Con." You whispered. A smile erupted onto his face.

"Be my girlfriend?" He rephrased his question. You nodded your head. "Say it.. I want to hear you say it." He said, practically begged.

"I'm yours." You smiled. "I'm your girlfriend." This time it was you that erupted in giggles. You felt giddy, you always waited for this day. The day you could finally say you're Conrad's girlfriend.

"God, I'll never get tired of hearing you say that." With that, he pulled your lips back onto his. Kissing you deeper than the last time.

It's safe to say you had a good summer that year. The best you'd ever had.