Lover - Conrad Fisher

Comfort

Once I was at his house it was a bit bigger than mine. Knocking on his door to be greeted by his parents. I forgot I'd never met his parents.

"Hi, Mr. and Mrs. Johnson. I'm Cassie Nathan's girlfriend." They look at me and I got scared and they began to laugh.

I'm so confused. "Sweetie we know my son talks about you almost every day. " His mom said and I smiled.

I never knew that he talks about me and I'm guessing he does like me. "Oh and please call us by our names. Sofia and my husband Rafael." Nodding my head.

They take me to the living room and her husband disappears. Which is weird because he went upstairs and went to a room that has a letter N hanging out on the door.

"Sofia? I'm worried." Fiddling with my hands. "Why?" Taking my hand. "Something up with him and he won't tell me. I'm scared." She gets up and hugs me.

"Look go to his room and he's going to tell you." She says softly and moves my hair out of my face. Walking up the stairs and I see his dad coming out. He was angry about something.

But I shrug it off hoping he didn't do anything to him.

Knocking on his door. He doesn't respond and I knock again. "Nathan? Babe?" Hoping he answers.

I got tired of waiting, I opened his door, and I gasp in horror. Ran to him touching his face gently. He moves back and he pushes me away.

Now it feels like his Conrad, pushing me away. "Leave me alone." He said coldly. "Are you okay?" Walking up to him touching him again.

I can see him fighting my touch but he gives in leaning in. "What the hell happened!" Grabbing him so we can sit down in his bed.

"Nothing, you should leave." Why is he saying this?

"I'm not fucking leaving until you tell me what's going on!" I yell. He stays silent and I wait patiently.

That's when he begins to speak. "My dad doesn't want me to be with you." He explains and I felt hurt.

Grabbing his chin so he can see me and I can see him. We are facing each other and knees touching.

I see his hands going to my knees drawing little things.

"So... You don't want me to be with you?"

He sighs in frustration and lifts me onto his lap. "No, I want to be with you. It's just that-" Leaning in so our forehead can touch.

"We aren't in the same class." He whispered. Ok, now I see where this is getting at.

"Is it because I'm not rich? I don't have that much money. Why because I'm poor." Closing my eyes. "Just because I'm not in the upper class?" He cups both my cheeks.

"This is your life, you get to choose who you want. Don't have him control you." My tears fall.

"I know, I told him that. We argued, I kept telling him that I can't leave you because.... I love you," Woah, he loves me? But do I love him?

"You love me?" He nodded and I smiled. "I love you too." We both smiled and he hugs me.

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We laid down on his bed covering ourselves. His thumbs gently stir my cheek. He moved me closer to him and I smiled.

I like this moment, quiet nothing is bothering us. But then a question came to my head.

"Umm, why did you leave me when my phone buzzed?" I see him looking down. "I thought Conrad was calling you and I left you." He said harshly.

"Are you jealous?" He nods and I asked him why. "Because look at y'all, you guys get conformable with each other. You act like you have something with him." I stopped him before he continues.