↳ TIDAL WAVES ༉‧₊˚✧ C.F

8

CHAPTER EIGHT
✧.* MUFFIN RUNS ✧.*

Juliette awoke to the sun barely rising, the bag of peas becoming warm, and her body sprawled out on the bed.

She hadn't remembered falling asleep, she groaned, changing out of the wrinkled dress and into a white tank top and striped shorts that had matched the button up from the previous night.

Walking over to the mirror, she fixed her hair, cringing at the bruise on her cheek, her eyes fell on the small invitation sitting on her night stand, she walked over to it, holding the pen up to her lips as she debated.

She brought the pen down and wrote a check next to the yes box, she grabbed her cell phone and slipped out of her room, closing the door quietly as she crept through the side door.

The birds chirped loudly, the waves crashing against the sand, Juliette smiled to herself as she walked down to the beach, that smile fading as she laid eyes on Conrad Fisher.

He'd been alone, legs up to his chest as he stared out into the sunrise.

She approached him, sitting beside him, "Hi. Last night was a shit show, huh?"

Conrad peered over at her, holding the joint between his lips, "Yeah. You know you're gonna have a black eye tomorrow, right?"

"It's already tomorrow." She teased him, admiring the beautifully painted sky, she breathed deeply as she trailed off, "Hey, do you...? Do you remember anything that happened last night? I mean, you were pretty wasted."

"I always remember everything when I drink." Conrad replied, the joint slipping to the corner of his lips as he held the lighter up.

Juliette traced her eyes over his lips, turning to him with a serious expression, "Let me have a puff."

Conrad laughed, caught off guard, "No. No. No."

"Mm-hm. Yes." Juliette hummed, sitting her calfs, tilting her head to the side, "Please."

"No. Absolutely not." Conrad insisted, his smile forming as she groaned in defeat.

Juliette took the joint from his mouth, placing it behind his ear, "Okay, fine. Then if I can't smoke, then you can't smoke."

"Same old Jules." Conrad chuckled, adjusting the joint as he slipped the lighter back into his pocket, "Hey, let's go pick up some of the good muffins before everybody else gets up."

Juliette's face fell, considering his offer, she shrugged, "Yeah, sure."

Conrad stood, dusting off his shorts as he held his hands out, Juliette reached for his much bigger hands as he helped her up, the two skipping along the beach as they approached his car.

She climbed into the passenger seat, Conrad starting up the jeep, he reversed out of the graveled driveway, taking off onto the main roads.

Wind blew in her face as the top and windows had been down, she could feel Conrad's lingering stare, she ignored it but felt the blush creep onto her cheeks.

She waited in the car for Conrad as he ran into the local store, coming out with a box of fresh muffins, he handed them to her, a grin on her face.

"God, I could eat all of these." Juliette chuckled, peeking at the large muffins.

Conrad shook his head, closing the box as he drove with one hand, "Well, please don't."

"Connie!" She whined, shoving his hand away, his eyes flickering between hers, she gulped, "Keep your eyes on the road."

He quickly looked away, scratching the back of his neck, "Yes, boss. Hey, um, who was that boy from yesterday?"

"Charlie? Oh, just a friend. He's staying with Cameron for the summer." Juliette tucked her hair behind her pierced ears, clutching the box of sweet smelling muffins.

Conrad hummed, "A friend, huh?"

"A friend." She replied, shaking her head, "I could ask you the same thing. Who's that girl? You were practically sucking her face off."

"Nicole." Conrad swallowed, pulling up to the estate.

Juliette looked down at her lap awkwardly, pushing the door open and getting out of the car, she held the box, sending Conrad a small smile, "Thanks."

"Yeah, no problem." Conrad breathed out, swinging the keys around his pointer finger as he let Juliette walk before him.

She placed the box on the kitchen counter, assuming everyone would be awaking soon, Conrad shrugged off his jacket, laying down on the couch as he held his head.

"Are you alright?" She asked, narrowing her eyes at him as she sat across from him on the separate couch.

He nodded, "Just a headache. Do you mind telling Jer to make me one of those hang over smoothies?"

"Yeah, I will." Juliette crossed her legs, sinking into the comfortable chair, watching Conrad slowly drift off to sleep.

Only twenty minutes later, Jeremiah came down the steps, his loud footsteps shaking Juliette awake, she rubbed her eyes as the bubbly boy walked into the room.

"Oh, good morning, Julie. Why are you downstairs and what's up with him?" Jeremiah asked, glancing down at his older brother with concern.

"A hangover. Can you make two of your smoothies, please? I'm dying over here." Juliette begged, rubbing her temples as her veins popped out.

Jeremiah chuckled, messing up her hair, "Of course, Julie."

"Hey!" She whined, "I just told you I had a headache, ass."