𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐍 ᶜᵒⁿʳᵃᵈ ᶠⁱˢʰᵉʳ

07

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CONRAD

"Are you guys ready for the book party?" Heidi asks Steven, Jeremiah, and I.

The three boys in the room are sitting beside each other on the couch, eyes glued to the TV and fingers playing pressing buttons on the game controllers drastically. The couch is built like an L, and Heidi's been banished to the opposite couch than us. Funny enough, she got the longest one as she smallest person, while the three of us voluntarily squeezed on the smaller couch. It was Steven and Jeremiah that I blame.

Belly left to go on her date with Cam Cameron about thirty minutes ago, and she's been on her phone ever since. I glance over at her quickly. "Yeah, we're ready. It's just the moms."

"Is that what you're wearing?" she directs the question towards Steven, letting out a small laugh at his button up. It's plain black, with huge purple flowers randomly spotted around it.

"This is classy," Steven bites back, quickly looking over at what she's wearing. "Is that what you're wearing?"

She's wearing blue jeans and a pink blouse, which looks nice enough but also casual. And it also suits a book party. "Yes, it's called looking put together."

"No, I'm talking about your socks," Steven replies. "The rest of your outfit looks normal, but what are your socks?"

I furrow my eyebrows in confusion, quickly flickering my eyes to her feet, and letting out a grin at the socks she's wearing. One of her socks is green, one is red. One of them is Harry Styles themed, and the other is Harry Potter themed. Both from two different pairs, and both that ride up her calf under her jeans. 

The first thing that was clear when I met Heidi was her favorite things. Harry Styles was her therapist. Whenever he was brought up, she would talk about him for ages and debate anyone that said anything bad. Her room is filled with rosettes and posters of him. Every car ride, at least five of his songs come on when she has the music choice.

Coincidentally, her favorite movies also contain a Harry, only his last name is Potter. Every time we watch more than one movie, one of those movies involve Hogwarts. She's got all of the books at the very top of her bookshelf. They're all old, untidy things that she bought from the second hand shop. When I ask her about it, she says its because she likes her books looking loved. 

Heidi shrugs. "What? I love the Harries."

"Are people called Harry your type?" Jeremiah asks with a grin.

"No, brunettes in glasses are my type and brunettes that sing songs in pretty outfits," she tells him. "Self expression is something that shouldn't be contained, Jeremiah, and if I can't do that through my voice, I'll do it through my socks."

I smile at her argument. It is the stupidest thing I've heard all day, but coming from her its no longer stupid, it's funny. Heidi's humor when you know her well enough is like gold.

"That is ridiculous, just like those socks," Jeremiah says exactly as our round of the game finishes. He leans forward towards where Heidi's legs are resting on the leg rest, slapping her foot and leaning back.

"Jeremiah I think you need to look at them better to understand the meaning behind them," she says through laughter, lifting her leg up to shove her socks towards him. "Appreciate the art and the thought process that went into them."