The Summer I loved.. || Jeremiah Fisher || Conrad Fisher || Fanfiction

Reason to stay.

Song- Hate U Love U by Olivia O'Brien

I walked down to the kitchen and Jeremiah rushed to me quickly. "Where were you?" He hugged me. "Why?" I ask, taken aback. "There you are. " Joe joined us.

"Where were you?" He asked. "I'm really hungry." I answer. "Not our question Peach. " Jeremiah reminded me. "I was out. " I rub it off. "Ok." Joe says and leaves us alone.

"I texted you so many times, you never responded to even one. I came to your room and you weren't there. I was so worried." Jeremiah says cornering me. I looked up at him and felt guilty of what I had done.

Jeremiah didn't deserve someone like me, he deserved better. He didn't deserve a girl who was conflicted over him and his brother. He didn't deserve a girl who fucked his brother. He deserved the truth. I looked around and saw everybody in the kitchen. Even Conrad. He averted his eyes as soon as my gaze feel on him.

He was mad at me for not telling him about Jeremiah. Rightfully so. I took Jeremiah's hand and dragged him out of the house.

I pulled him behind me on our way to the beach, he followed quietly.

"Peach, Stop.. We are far enough." He says at the sound of the crashing waves. "Remember how we promised each other everything." I refresh his memory. "I remember." He nods understandingly.

"I lied. I wasn't out all night. I was in the house." I say looking away. "Where?" He asks. "In conrad's room. I couldn't fall asleep and I knew he was awake. I wanted to talk to someone and he's always been there so I went to his room. I was in his room the whole night." I say. "Ok, wait... I'm confused. Joe said Connie had Nicole over last night. He found Nicole's bra on Connie's bedroom floor. How were you in Connie's room, if Nicole was there? This is so confusing." Jeremiah starts speaking.

"That wasn't Nicole's bra. Nicole never came home last night. I was the girl in Connie's bedroom last night. That was my bra. Connie and I... We... We were talking and then we spoke about Belly and then I don't know what went on in my mind, I - I wanted to know what it would feel like if Conrad and I got involved in some way." I blabber.

"What? What are you talking about?" Jeremiah steps away from me. "Conrad and I had sex last night. I'm telling you because I didn't want to lie to you. Here I really like you and last night was a mistake. I'm really sorry. Please just forgive me. It will never happen again." I beg him.

"Georgia, you slept with my brother last night, it's going to take more than a sorry to reconcile for that. " Jeremiah says. "How could you do this in first place? You knew how much I liked you and you liked me too. How could you throw that away for sex?" Jeremiah questioned. "I know it was stupid, I'm really sorry. I'll do anything for you to know I'm truly sorry." I grab his hand. He looks at it , then pulls it back. "You don't have to be sorry, not like we were official or some shit. We were just trying stuff out and you don't always buy the stuff you try on, do you Peach? " He looked away and left.

I stood there waiting for him, but he never returned so I ran back home.

Soon Belly and I were at the dance rehearsals. We were the only two with no partners. "Do you wanna dance together?" Belly asked. I hadn't spoken to Belly since last night. Even when I drove us both to the rehearsal, I only hummed yes's and no's to her, keeping the conversation to a minimum. "Um sure." I say nervously. I knew I couldn't keep things like these from Belly. She was one of my best friends. Telling Jeremiah was a choice but Telling Belly was an obligation. She needed to know what a terrible best friend I was.

"Attention everyone, welcome your debutante waltz instructor Ms Covington." Paige interrupted my train of thoughts. "Thank you Paige. Waltz is an anticipated part of the ball, so if everybody can join your partners. We shall begin. " The old lady looked at us individually. She made it a point to look at me and Belly more intensely.

"We really need to find escorts." Belly laughs nervously. "What about Cam Cameron?" I ask looking at our footwork.

"I was supposed to ask him yesterday but six margaritas spoilt the whole plan." "Seven margaritas, I counted them personally. " I correct her. "You were just as drunk as I was. How do you remember?" Belly laughed. "I was 2 margaritas behind of you. Joe kept reminding me." I roll my eyes.

"Focus Ladies. " The old woman passed by us as we waltz.

I was getting a hang of it but Belly kept stumbling.

"Let's fasten the pace." Ms Covington clapped. I lead Belly, but she stumbled and stepped on my foot. "Ouch!!" I cried out loudly. "Oh my god are you okay?" Belly rushed to me accidently steeping on my foot again. "I'm fine." I say calmly but in pain. I close my eyes to stop the tears from flowing out.

"May I?" A familiar voice buts in. I open to see him extending a hand towards Belly. She looks at me, but I avoid eye contact. Now that Jeremiah was here, Belly had a partner to dance with meaning I could relax for a bit.

I stumbled to the corner near the door. I sat there frowning. Jeremiah and Belly danced. Suprisingly Jeremiah was good at it. I wished it was me dancing with him. As I suffered alone. Jeremiah and Belly enjoyed dancing on the floor, Belly would throw a glance at me once or twice but I would quickly look away.

A while later, a hand showed up at my face. I looked up to see none other than Conrad. "Here to rub it in my face are you?" I look away. "I was here to actually see Belly, You just look pathetic sitting alone. Come on. Let's practice." He says. "You don't have to." I speak a little loudly. "Come on now." He pulls me up.

He leads me to the floor and we start waltzing. "Jeremiah, went off on me back home. So I take it you told him about out late night talking." Conrad asks. "I couldn't lie to him." I look down. "He's looking here." Conrad informs me. "What?" I look up. "He is staring at us. He hates this so much. I bet he wants to rip off my head right about now. " Conrad leans down to whisper in my ear. "He doesn't care anymore. Why would he like someone who fucked his brother? " I ask innocently.

"Because he is Jeremiah. Georgy, you could give him a 1000 reason to leave and he's still find one to stay, that's how much he likes you. Listen, I was sorry I freaked out on you this morning. We were both in the wrong. I knew we'd regret it but I still fucked you. So sorry not sorry. Because I really thing I like Belly, you helped in the process. I needed to clear my mind." Conrad smiles looking at Belly.