Summer Lovin |Jeremiah Fisher

fourteen

Delilah felt like she was in a dream.

After the kiss from the pool, the two teens made their way back to the house while stealing kisses along the way. After showering and blow-drying their hair, Jeremiah sneaked into Delilah's room and crashed in her bed.

Now Delilah was wrapped tightly in Jeremiah's arms, face to face with his contagious smile.

Jeremiah had one arm wrapped around her waist and one hand stroking her arm. He couldn't stop looking at her, the way her hair fell perfectly along her shoulder, the way she still seemed tired from sleep, the way he could just lean over and kiss her smile.

"This feels like a dream." Delilah sighed happily as she snuggled closer to Jeremiah, she cocooned herself so now she was laying on the space near his shoulder blades and her hand rested on his bare chest,

Jeremiah smiled as he gripped the back of her shirt slightly and pulled her in for another kiss. The boy couldn't help but smile into the kiss and Delilah just hummed in delight.

"Was that real enough for you?" The boy chuckled softly as he tucked a lock of hair behind her ear.

At that point, Jeremiah had crawled up her bed into somewhat of an upright position while Delilah dangled her arms around his shoulders with a lazy smile.

Jeremiah's kisses were always so gentle, and sweet, but at the same time, he kissed Delilah in a way that she knew that he was whipped for her.

It drove her crazy.

"Mmm I don't know, I think you need to try again." Delila grinned, Jeremiah placed his fingers under her chin and pulled her in for another kiss-

"BELLY. Why do you keep leaving you're hair on the shower wall?" Stevens's voice rang out outside the hall.

"Calm down!" Belly sighed.

"No, it is gross! If you keep doing it again im leaving it on your pillow!' Steven yelled and the slam of a door was heard, followed after by a very loud Belly.

"STEVEN!"

Delilah and Jeremiah exchanged glances before they started laughing, Jeremiah wrapped his arms tighter around the girl and Delilah just lay on his chest.

Best summer ever.

🌊🌊

Conrad had never had a panic attack before.

So as he struggled to breathe and as he watched Cleaveland explain to him what he had gone through, Conrad wasn't sure how much more he could take.

He hadn't realized he had gotten to the point where panic attacks were becoming a part of his life.

Conrad and Cleaveland sat on the dock, Conrad was curled up with his knees to his chest as Cleaveland sat next to him.

"Maybe you should tell your mom you know," Cleaveland suggested.

"Yeah I know, I want to. I swear. But every time I try I don't know how. I mean she doesn't want me or my brother to know, finding out would crush her." Conrad shrugged silently.

"It would ruin anything."

"I feel like maybe if i-i keep it inside you know? That's what keeps her alive." Conrad shrugged as his voice cracked silently. Cleaveland gazed down at the boy with a sad smile.

"You're afraid to be the one to make it real. This isn't something you can control, this is happening whether you say it out loud or not." Cleaveland sighed as he squeezed Conrad's shoulder.