OCEAN EYES ━ steven conklin ✓

𝟭𝟴 miscommunication

Solange drunkenly climbed into the front seat of the red jeep, lazily smiling at Steven who picked her up from Nova's house party, she lived about three blocks away, he sighed, grabbing her arm to help her sit in the car better "where's Angela?" he asked, "huh?"

"Oh, uh, I don't know her and Conrad won't respond to me so" Solange shrugged, trying to put on her seatbelt, she huffed once the buckle wouldn't stick, and the black-haired boy reached over, doing it for her, he started the car back up, "what? you not gonna give me some speech about how disappointed you are and then tell me I should be more mature" she started.

Steven's eyes darted over towards her, he sighed, no longer typing "no cause then you'll get mad at me even though you know the people who you're hanging out with now are bad for you" he boasted, the car was still parked in front of Nova's house, teens pouring out of any open space "how are they bad for me? I make my own choices."

"You wouldn't be calling me to pick you up at three am, drunk, you wouldn't be dressing how you are, you and my sister never argue and I don't think I've seen you pick up a single book since my moms signing" he pointed out, she hadn't read a book in a while, but that was just because of work "believe it or not, I care about you, it's kinda hard not to" his hand found her thigh, sitting.

Solange ignored the fact that he wanted to have a serious conversation and overlapped their fingers, her hands moved his, tracing a little up her thigh, right to the point where her not very long sweater dress ended "is my skin soft?" she asked, not once breaking eye contact, her smile grew, feeling the fruity drinks set in "bet it's not as soft as Shaylas" the darker girl joked.

His breath hitched, and slowly moving his hand away, faint chuckles could be heard coming from her as the car started, "grow up" was all he uttered. Steven didn't know what he was doing, the boy from a summer ago wouldn't have feelings for two girls, he wouldn't be in this car with Solange or be dating a girl like Shayla, none of this would be happening and he'd probably sorted his shit by now "get it? cause Shaylas your girlfriend?" she laughed.

"God, I'm so funny."

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Solange sat at the counter, a thin paper book resting in her hands as 'Japanese denim' blasted in her ears, she glanced over at Jeremiah and Isabella who looked to be giggling, the girl couldn't hear anything which was probably for the best due to the fact that he still hadn't talked to her, it had been a full day, Conrad happily strutted into the kitchen, seeing his droopy friends face, the blonde took out a container of strawberries, not washing them before biting into one "how was the party?" he asked, Connie patiently waited for a response, tugging at her headphones once he didn't get one "what's up with you?" he followed up.

"Nothing, just reading" she replied, turning down the music from the volume of her phone bar, he sighed, hearing his brother's voice in the distance, "you want me to talk to him?" Conrad asked, his nose turning up to the sour taste hitting his taste buds, her eyes left the two once again.

"If Jeremiah wants to ignore me because of a miscommunication he can," a little piece of her was still mad at Steven, he stirred the plot and him having a girlfriend yet continuing to say things he shouldn't, leading her on even. Jere had always been like this, when they were in middle school she said that skinny jeans on twig legs didn't go together, he claimed it 'hurt his feelings and wouldn't speak to her after that for three days "be honest with me, since you lied to me about Jeremiah-" he began, thinking of how to word his next sentence "you and Steven kissed, didn't you?" Conrad asked as if he already knew the answer.

"It was a mistake, kinda-" she tried.

"What was a mistake?" Steven came around the corner, his hair wasn't messy, put together, he was going somewhere, the blonde teenagers' eyes narrowed on him, he found out about the Jeremiah situation because of his mother shouting about it, in turn, he was hurt that she didn't trust him with the information, this time the Conklin boy lied to him "you, Laurel told me" Solange laughed at her own joke once again.