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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐛 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝. I didn't go to the afterparty. Jer didn't go to the afterparty, not Nicole, and not Conrad. It wasn't the four of us celebrating the end of deb.

Instead it was the Conklins, the Fishers, and Nicole and I. Conrad, Nicole, Jer, and I spent the night in Conrad's queen sized bed cuddling and crying. Honestly I'm not sure how any of us managed to get any sleep. Nicole and I were in the middle back to back and our boyfriends were on the outsides of us on their sides facing us.

Nicole and I woke up before the boys this morning. We managed to slip out of bed and left the boys with tear-stained faces on the bed together. The two of us silently made pancakes, working in perfect synchronization like we'd been doing this forever. Which I guess to a certain extent is true, Nicole and I have made pancakes together countless times in the mornings, but never in complete silence like this.

She finished cooking the pancakes while I made coffee for everyone when they'd wake up. Sitting across from Nicole at the counter I poured my coffee over a cup of ice and took a sip. I jumped when Jeremiah's hands wrapped around my waist from behind and his head rested on my shoulder.

He laughed a little into my neck and I offered my straw to him. He took a sip and then sat in the barstool next to me, holding his arms out so I'd sit on his lap. I shrugged and moved to sit on his lap, leaning back to press a kiss to his cheek.

"I love you, so so much," I whispered and he smiled before pressing a kiss to my lips.

"I love you too Ken," he whispered back, a smile still on his face.

"Want to go to the beach and relax today? We can take your mom if you'd like," I offered and he kissed my nose.

"Lets take her tonight, I want to be with you today angel. I don't think I can face her yet," Jer said and I nodded.

"Whatever you want, it's your day," I added and he offered a weak smile.

I turned to wrap my arms around him and set my head on his chest, feeling his chin rest on my head after he kissed the top of my head.

-

We ended up at the beach after breakfast and a stop at Sunny's for more coffee.

The normality of the car ride was peaceful reassurance for both of us, knowing that even if Susannah left us, we'd still have each other. That's how the beach is for us too. A tradition that's so frequent it became normal. It's our spot.

"It's okay, I'm right here love," I whispered as I ran my hand through the hair of the boy sobbing into my chest on the sand. "You're gonna be alright, let it out, it's okay," I continued whispering as his whole body shook in my arms.

The waves crashing against the shore and salty air drying our tears was almost as comforting as the boy holding me close in his arms.

As long as I can remember, the ocean has been my happy place. The chaos of the waves crashing against the shore, the calm of the sea at sunset, the crisp fresh air, and the way the waves always come and go. A never-ending pattern doomed to repeat for all of eternity. Both beautiful and terrifying.

The seagulls that roam the shores and feast in the shallows waiting for the moment to snag a fish or shit on a tourist. Birds that spend their lives on the beautiful coastline, watching the waves from the skies, wondering what it's like to not be able to fly and waiting for free bread.

The sun waiting to fry you to golden perfection, or past that until you look like the flesh below your skin. The golden light the sun casts across the beautiful water at sunset and the scorching heat during the summer days.

Cousins, Boston. The place me and my sister spend one season a year. I'm not sure it'll ever be the same without Susannah, but I don't think I could live without this beach.

Without this beach and without the boy in my arms.

Jeremiah Fisher. The curly haired boy with the grin of the gods and a heart of gold. A sometimes stupid mind, but beautiful caring soul who I'd give the world for. In every lifetime I live, I will always pick Jeremiah Fisher.

I will always pick the boy that ruined the summer before my senior year. The boy that managed to save that summer by the end and somehow convince me to stay. The boy who let me draw on his science notes, sleep on his shoulder through class, and be the one to kiss him goodnight. The boy who had been my best friend my entire life before we ever kissed.

I will always pick Jeremiah Fisher.

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Watching the sun set over our beach with a third person felt odd, but it comforted Jer and I to have her with us.

Susannah sat with us in our second favorite spot, the cliff overlooking our spot on the beach. An unobstructed view of the ocean and the sunset.

I'm sitting between Jer's legs on a blanket and Susannah's next to us in a folding chair smoking a blunt to help with her pain. Quiet music is playing from a speaker and it's times like these when life feels surreal.

Jer's hand combing through my hair brought me back to reality and his arm tightened around my middle to pull me closer.

"I'm never letting you go," he whispered under his breath and I'm not sure I was even meant to hear it, but I whispered back, "Never again."

"Never again," he echoed and the soft laughter that followed echoed through my head and I smiled at the sunset.

"I love you Jeremiah," I whispered and he kissed my head.

"And I love you Kendall."

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A/N THE END!

This book was so much fun to write and I hope you guys enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it :)

Thank you guys so fucking much.

I'll let you know if I write any other books and I may write a sequel to this when season 2 comes out. I'll add an update chapter if I do.

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