"It comes and goes in waves
It always does, always does
We watch as our young hearts fade
Into the flood, into the flood"
• Season 1-3
• Based on the show 'The Summer I Turned Pretty'
• Conrad Fisher x Fem oc
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After dinner, Sarah felt completely drained. The weight of the debutante idea still hung heavy on her mind. She couldn't shake the thought—she was the last person who would fit into that world. Dresses, heels, that whole 'coming out' thing—it was all so far removed from who she was. She was more of a tomboy, and she was perfectly fine with that. She preferred oversized shirts and shorts over anything that required careful coordination.
The pressure, the expectations—it was all starting to get to her. She needed to get away from it all, if only for a moment. So, she slipped out the back door, seeking the peace of the poolside, where the world seemed a little quieter.
The air was cool, and as Sarah stepped outside, the last of the sun dipped beneath the horizon, leaving the sky awash in deep purples and blues. The moon slowly emerged, casting a soft glow that made the stars twinkle lazily around it, as if the universe was silently watching her. Sarah gazed up at the starry sky, feeling her mind wander into a realm of innocent daydreams.
The night felt so vast, so calming. The dark blue canvas above her was like a blank sheet of paper, the stars blooming like delicate flowers—each one a small light in the endless expanse.
Her moment of peace was broken when she noticed Conrad sitting at the edge of the pool, his feet dangling in the water. He was smoking a joint, looking as relaxed as ever.
"Since when did you start smoking?" Sarah asked, catching his attention. "And what are you doing out here anyway?"
"Which do you want me to answer first?" Conrad questioned, his voice casual, though there was a hint of challenge in his eyes.
Sarah sat down beside him, hugging her knees to her chest. "The second."
Conrad shrugged. "I wanted to go for a walk."
Sarah didn't believe him for a second. She knew he had only come outside to smoke, but she didn't press him on it. Not yet.
"When did you start smoking?" She asked again.
"I don't know. Last year, maybe." He said vaguely, avoiding any details. He took a slow drag from his joint, eyes fixed on the water. The lack of clarity frustrated her.
"Let me have a hit." Sarah insisted playfully, a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth.
Conrad chuckled, shaking his head. "No."
"Come on." Sarah pleaded, her smile widening.
"What will you give me if I do?" He asked teasingly, holding the cigarette in the air, above his beer can.
The atmosphere shifted. There was a sudden tension in the air, a spark between them that neither of them had expected. Sarah could feel it, like she'd been struck by lightning.
"Nothing." She responded, snatching the joint from his hand, bringing it to her lips and inhaling deeply. The sweet, heavy smoke filled her lungs, a kind of relief she hadn't realized she was craving.
