the summer you noticed me ↠ conrad fisher {1}

t h i r t e e n

"Cars! Cars! Wait no, Monsters university! Monsters university!" I chant from the kitchen.

"Will you just pick one, we've been at this for twenty minutes!" Conrad groans flipping through my want to watch list on Disney+.

"You pick between those two, and I'll be happy with either. Do you want soda or water?" I ask, throwing the empty popcorn bag into the trash can.

"Water please, and thank you. I'm putting on Cars," he says.

The opening sound for a Disney movie pops on the scream and I scream running over to the couch. "I'm not ready! Stop it!" I cry. I throw his water bottle at him, and put the popcorn on the table as I grab my blanket from the side of the couch to cover myself.

I pull it up to my chin, and sink into the couch. I feel so cozy. After being in the sun all day, freshly showered / shaved, with a blanket wrapped around me in the air conditioning, toasty, getting the munchies with Conrad, and watching Cars I'm more then content right now.

I snuggle so much into the couch that I don't even want the popcorn anymore, "I'm ready," I say grinning from ear to ear.

Conrad chuckles quietly as he plays the movie. You can't ever miss the classic Disney movie intro. I love seeing the castle, it reminds me of my trip to Disney with my family. We went last year, I guess it's the last happy family vacation we have before it all fell to shit.

I yawn, "you know cars is one of my favorite movies ever?" I ask.

"I actually think I did know that," he smiles. "Around the age of 12 I feel like you asked to watch the movie every night before bed," he teases.

     "10 actually, but close enough," I chuckle.

     I lay my head on the back of the couch and just stare at him again. He's such a sight to see, I'm so high that I'm having a hard time processing this is real life. It's too good to be true.

     I'm acutely aware that there is a giant space between us right now. The electric pull we've had towards each other since we got here is so strong in this moment I want to scream.

     "Are you cold?" I ask. "I'm sorry, I'm so rude. I didn't even offer you a blanket!"

     "Very bad hosting of you, Claire. I'm shivering over here," he shakes his head. "Freezing in your cold ass house, why is it so cold in here?"

     "I can only sleep when it's freezing. A hoodie, sweatpants, and five blankets makes the perfect sleep in this," I grin.

    "You're insane," he murmurs with a shadow of a smile on his face.

     I throw my cozy, snuggled blanket over him practically squealing when come air slipped through the opening and touched my bare skin. I got the chills, and went to snuggle back up but Conrad's hand was on my leg.

     My bare leg. Conrad's hand. It's. On. My. Leg.

     I look over at him, but he's watching the movie. I want to snuggle him. Weed makes me cuddley, and he looks very cuddlable.

     I decide to hyper fixate on the movie, because if I don't I'll miss the whole thing because of Conrad. I already missed the opening scene to the movie and that's my favorite part.

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     My hair is being tucked behind my ear. Someone is gently running their fingers through my hair. I don't remember falling asleep, but here I am waking up completely disoriented. I bat my eyelids, and wait for my focus to come into view.

     As I should of realized, it's Conrad. The electric static between us is activated once again when my senses turned back on.

     "You fell asleep halfway through. I didn't want to leave you in an empty house, so I told my mom I was staying here." Conrad whispers when I didn't say anything.

     The tv's on, but nothings playing. I look at the position I'm in, and almost growl. My dumbass couldn't seize the moment and cuddle with him in my sleep! Im still sitting up, my head was just drooped over onto the back of the couch where Conrad was just running his fingers through my hair.

      "You can go if you want, you don't have to spend the night." I whisper back. "I'll be okay, I'm used to an empty house."

     "Which is why I'm not leaving. You don't deserve to be used to an empty house."

     I'm sleepy, still somewhat high, and want nothing more then to fall asleep next to him right now.

     "I'm cold," I pout.

     Conrad grins, and opens his arms. I don't hesitate to crawl to him. I find myself laying basically on him. He's moved one of the pillows behind him so he's laying down as well, I'm smushed in between the couch and his body. I'm instantly warm, and never want to leave this moment.

     I wrap my arm tightly around him, afraid to wake up from this dream. He brushes my hair away from my face with his palm, and I sigh in content.

     It doesn't take me long to fall back asleep.