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CONRAD EMPTIED THE FISH out of his net before setting it down, "All right. You ready to head back?" He asked Cleveland.
"Eh... not until you tell me about your mystery girl." Cleveland told the boy causing Conrad to smile and slightly shake his head. "There it is again. Huh?"
"It's just, you know," He shyly said, Cleveland rolled his eyes.
"No, I don't know."
"We grew up together and we were close for awhile and then I quit being friends with her, and then we, like, semi-hated each other for a couple years and now we're friends again, I think." Conrad explained.
"And you like her," Cleveland added on.
"What? No, I just have... there's so much shit going on. For her too. And if we started something, I'll just fuck it up, and she's not someone I want to do that too."
"Well... if there's one thing I learned from years of overpriced therapy, it's that you can't be good with someone else until you're good with yourself. That's how I tanked my last relationship."
CASSIE WALKED INTO THE kitchen to see food laying everywhere, Okay, who got high and made a mess? She thought. Then she heard a bang and walked out the back door to see what it was. There Conrad stood next to a fallen painting, "You okay?"
He turned around and hated how comforting her voice was. "Yeah, fine." He mumbled before he picked the painting and easel up, Cassie nodded her head before walking forward a couple of steps and helping to pick up the paint supplies. "You feeling better?" He asked her.
"Yeah, fine," She mimicked the words he just spoke to her as she set the paintbrushes down. "What's wrong with you? You're acting strange,"
"Nothing, I just, we need to talk,"
"Okay, talk," She turned to look at him, halting the clean-up process.
"I just think we need some space from each other, you know?" He told the girl, refusing to make eye contact, "It would be better in the long run."
Cassie scoffed at the boy, at a loss of words. "Fine, we'll see how long you stay away," She spat out before walking into the house. She didn't have the energy to fight with the boy.
SHE WALKED UP THE STAIRS and ran into Jeremiah, "Shit, sorry," She mumbled before walking farther up the stairs.
"Hey, Cass, wait! You okay?" He caught up to her in the hallway before going to stand in front of her, halting her to a stop.
She hadn't even noticed the tear fall out of her eye, "I'm good, great even. I'm just really done with... I'm just done."
"What's wrong? Did someone say something to you?"
She scoffed, "You could say that, I'm gonna go," She walked around the boy and into her bedroom before collapsing on the bed.
JEREMIAH CHUGGED MILK OUT of the glass before gently setting it into the sink, not noticing Conrad's stare. "Really?"
"What?"
"Wouldn't kill you to clean that." Conrad told him.
"Ooh, what happened to the good mood Conrad from this morning?" Jeremiah asked the boy, not knowing the Conrad's reasoning for wanting him to clean his own glass.
"Look, we all just need to be helping mom, Laurel, and Valerie right now, okay?"
"They made this mess." Jeremiah said in confusion, why should he have to clean his cup when it barely adds anything to the mountains of dishes the women dirtied?
"Whatever," Conrad grunted, Jeremiah took in the fact that both Cassie and Conrad were fine earlier and now they're both in a foul mood.
"Did you say or do something to Cassie?"
Jeremiah's question took Conrad off guard, "No, why?"
"She was just in a bad mood and I decided to ask the only other person in the house who is also in a bad mood," Jeremiah causally shrugged his shoulders before he crossed his arms.
"Nothing happened, leave it alone." Conrad snapped before he began to clean the kitchen up again. Jeremiah raised his eyebrows, he walked out of the room while exhaling a breath.
AFTER BEING ON THE PHONE with Nora for an hour ranting about how much of a dick Conrad was, Cassie began to walk down the stairs and saw Susannah sitting at the bottom of them. "Sue, you all right?" She asked, in a joking tone even though on the inside she was worried. She went to help the woman up at the same time Conrad appeared.
"Mom?"
"Big day today?" Cassie asked the woman to save her from having to make up some excuse, even though the pair knew exactly why she was so tired. Susannah chuckled.
"Let's get you upstairs," Conrad told her and he and Cassie both helped Susannah up the stairs, making jokes about her falling down the stairs. They dropped Susannah at her room and they said their good nights before she shut the door. The two stood in the hall for a silent moment, "Uh, good night," Conrad mumbled and walked off.
"Conrad wait," She stood in the doorway of his room, "What happened today? This morning, you were fine. You were in a good mood and texting me and then I get to the house, and you just, it's like you flipped a switch." She looked at the boy with an angry expression.
"Nothing happened, I just,"
"You just what? You just were an asshole like usual? Yeah, you were." She stared at the floor, already taken a few steps into the room, avoiding his eye.
Conrad stood up from his bed, "I'm sorry, I was just in a bad mood and took it out on you."
"Ugh, you know what? I don't have to put with this, with you, and this bullshit-"
Conrad had stepped forward and kissed her hard with hunger and passion. As much as Cassie told herself not to do it, she kissed him back with the same heat. What? She's a hormonal teenager. She pulled on his bottom lip and he groaned before pushing her down on the bed. The two ripped their shirts off at the same time and wasted no time going back to kissing while their hands explored each other. Removing the rest of their clothes, the two were in for a long, pleasure filled night.
authors note
don't curse me for no smut okay, im awful at writing it so use ur imagination u dirty fucks x
