all too well , jeremiah fisher

chapter fourteen

amelia opened conrad's door, seeing him still asleep. "oh, my God." she sighed, walking towards the unconscious boy. "conrad!" she shook him not so gently.

"conrad fisher! get your ass up!" she yelled. "God, i'm awake." he groaned.

"good. everyone's gone and i'm bored." she pulled him out of bed by his arms. he sat up, pulling her arms out of her grip and rubbing his eyes.

"wh-where's belly?" he yawned.

"oh, she's at some deb thing. along with steven and jere." conrad rolled his eyes, "so how exactly is it my problem that you're bored?" he pointed to his phone, signaling for her to grab it for him.

"well.." she handed him the device. "i remember a certain promise you made me last summer." she wiggled her eyebrows.

"does it have to be today?" he turned on the phone, smiling at it. amelia leaned over to see what it was that he was smiling at, but he was quick to snatch it away.

"yes. today's my only free day. and we both know this will probably take forever." she flopped down backwards on his bed.

"mel, quit it, your enormous head will break my bed."  he joked. "hey, that rhymed." she pointed out, sitting up on his bed. "yeah, because i'm a lyrical genius."

amelia chuckled, "yeah, okay." she said sarcastically. "well, i'll be downstairs waiting for you. hurry up." she then left the boys bedroom heading towards the living room.

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while amelia was at the house with conrad, jeremiah, belly, and steven were all at the country club. the two conklins were practicing their deb dances, and jeremiah was supposed to be lifeguarding, but decided against it and opted for bothering the debutantes. or more specifically, belly.

"mind if i cut in?" he asked nicole, who up until, now was dancing with belly. "yes. actually, she's all yours." she smiled, stepping out of the way.

"belly.." he smiled enthusiastically. she chuckled, "jeremiah, you're gonna get me in trouble with paige." she warned.

jeremiah looked to steven, "hey." he then whistled, getting the boys attention. steven took off his blazer and handed it to the curly haired boy.

"okay, harry styles." nicole nodded, walking off. "how's this? this better?" belly just smiled, continuing the dance.

"actually, the reason i'm here is because i need your help." he informed her. "but you have to promise not to tell steven." he whispered considering steven was just beside the two of them.

"okay, what is it?"

"well, mel and i kissed last night and well... i wanna tell her how i feel.." he admitted, causing belly's eyes to go wide.

"oh, my God, i knew it!" she said rather loudly, everyone in the room immediately looking at the pair.

"sorry." she smiled awkwardly. "wait, so why exactly do you need my help?" she tilted her head.

well.. i don't know if she feels the same. i mean, she might, but at the same time she might not. so can you maybe give me any hints or.." he trailed. "i just don't wanna tell her how i feel and end up looking like a complete idiot if she doesn't return them."

belly laughed, "yeah, crushes'll do that to you. but i can't. you'll have to tell her and find out your self." she smiled apologetically. "but i swear to God, jeremiah. if something does happen between you two, and you hurt her.. so help me God, i will-"