This Could Get Ugly / Conrad Fisher

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For the next month everything was, dare I say, perfect. I hate to use the word prefect because in reality nothing could ever be perfect. On the other hand, I kept thinking about how happy I was during this month and the word perfect kept popping into my brain at the most random of times.

This was the catalyst for a whole though process on what perfect actually was. Was it happiness? Everything that I was envisioning that the world was capable of, even the imperfections, could be spun in a way that seemed that they were all actually perfect. Confusing as hell, but I'm working on it.

Never myself, I thought I still had much to work on of myself. After all, everyone could use self improvement in their life. Because (say it with me now), no one is ever lacks imperfections. And the weight I'd lost recently afforded me multiple compliments and everyone online was saying I looked healthier. Jeremiah also thought so too.

Jeremiah and I went on dates constantly. Our relationship has proved to outlast our first real fight and it made us stronger than ever. Perhaps the only imperfection in this relationship was that I never felt a real spark anymore when we touched. Not that I was too big on physical affection either way, this small part still felt off.

On the other hand, I got to see much more of Conrad and even got the chance to hang out with him via Jeremiah a few times. As much as I hated to admit it, we were very similar and it was obvious he cared about me in a friend type of way. He just wanted to make sure I was okay and I proved that through every interaction we had ever had.

I was still worried about what I was going to do today. Jeremiah loved surprises and with his birthday coming up in about two weeks, I wanted to throw him a surprise party. Celebrating my own birthday in this way would never be what I wanted to do but my sisters always seemed to put together the perfect events for me.

But this wasn't about me, it was about my beloved boyfriend. And getting someone that he was close with to help. And the fact that he had mentioned to have gotten fairly closer to his brother. I never even knew he had one beforehand, much less that that person was Conrad Fisher who always looked vaguely familiar to me when I first met him. While the thought unsettled me, I still chalked it up to similar appearances that brothers have.

I knocked on the door to Jere's house and was let in by a staff member. I waited until the staff member brought down Conrad. Jeremiah was out with his friends on a boys trip this weekend. I didn't have fear of missing out, they usually got too wild for me. I thought it was the perfect time to plan a party with some extra hands too.

"Hey, Con. What's been going on?"

His eyes widen when he looks at me and it's more like a gaze than just a look as he scrutinizes my whole outfit. I glance at myself. My olive green dress was fantastic cinch at my waist with a cute bow on the back and some nude heels. My momma taught me to never leave the house a mess. I thought I looked good.

"Hey, I'm great. What are you- What are you doing here," he repeats his question twice, speechless. I don't understand it. I'm the only one here.

"I need your help." I smirk at his confusion even more. A confused Conrad is the best.

"What kind of help? Did Jere do something," he walks closer to me in a hurry.

"Calm down, no. Everything between us is great." Con exhales at that. "I'm actually planning a party for Jere and wanted your help."

"Oh, really? How fun. You sure you need my help?" He starts walking backwards.

"Yes, positive. Jere told me you two have been thick as thieves recently. What theme would he like?"

"Listen, I'm not too great at this stuff," he nervously chuckled. "You should just do it all," he suggested.

"Nope, you don't look to busy and I could use the help."