༚ /✿ ━━ 𝑩𝑬𝑳𝑳𝒀 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑲𝑳𝑰𝑵 ! / 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴. ➔ 𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐋.
in which they hate each other out of jealousy and bickering. but one of them was always in love wi...
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002. the fucking bonfire 🐚🌞🌴
Weed was all it took for Azalea to feel happy and relaxed at some point. To her luck, Conrad had returned to his old habits. Both Fisher siblings snuck around the beach, the dock, the summer house pool on late nights, anywhere they could find to drift away from their conscious minds.
Jeremiah was too much of a sweetheart for hard drugs. He stuck to alcohol. The younger Fisher sibling never cared that his older siblings were doing marijuana. He actually thought it was funny seeing them high sometimes. When they did pot more than usual on certain nights, Jeremiah could hear them stumble into the kitchen for snacks and whatever they could find. When he was feeling kind, Jeremiah would calm them down with peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, toasted, and a glass of mango juice for Azalea. Water with ice for Conrad.
He would never admit it out loud, but Jeremiah Fisher loved his older siblings more than anything.
present time. 10:00 pm.
Azalea and Conrad rest side by side by the pool. Feet dipped in the warm water with a joint between Azalea's soft rose lips. She inhales the puff she took, doing a quick ghost ( smoke trick ) and exhaling the rest of the smoke. Passing the joint to her brother.
She leans on her palms staring at her feet circling around in the pool liquid. Azalea plays with the water back and forth until it's her turn with the joint. As Conrad gives the white stick wrapped with greens to his sister, he stops mid air when he hears the patio door click shut.
Azalea follows his gaze, her heart dropping to the pit of her stomach. Fuck, she so beautiful. The thought clouds her mind. She looks away quickly before her stare could stick like syrup on her fingers.
Belly Conklin has walked out the door in a black backless one piece. She slides a strand of hair behind her ear. Before walking to the pool and stopping abrupt as she sees both Fisher siblings smoking pot.
"I thought you said smoking pot changes the way your brain processes information." She assumes towards Conrad. Azalea smirks as she looks at her legs in the blue water glowing with pool lights.
"So does your cell phone." This makes Azalea laugh quietly to herself. Belly rolls her eyes at the girl when she sees her shoulders jump from a recent chuckle.
The younger Conklin drops her towel on a patio chair near her before diving into the empty pool. The older Fishers watch soothingly as she swims around. Azalea taking the joint from her brothers hand, inhaling a long hit.
