"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-?
• 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 debutante lingered in her thoughts. She was clearly not the type to wear dresses and heels; she was more of a tomboy, sporting an oversize shirt and shorts.
Feeling overwhelmed, she decided to step outside for some fresh air by the pool. This was her go-to remedy whenever she found herself overthinking.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, the moon emerged, casting a soft glow over the starry night sky. The stars twinkled lazily around the moon, creating a mesmerizing sight.
Sarah gazed up at the starry sky, her mind drifting onto a realm of innocent imagination. The dark blue canvas of the sky resembled a blank sheet of paper, with the stars blooming like delicate flowers, illuminating the night like a tranquil lamp.
Her trance was interrupted when she noticed Conrad seated at the pool's edge, his feet dangling in the water as he smoked a joint.
"Since when did you start smoking?" She inquired, her tone accusatory, catching his attention. "And what are you doing out here anyway?"
"Which do you want me to answer first?" Conrad questioned, wearing an amused, condescending look on his face.
Sarah sat down beside him, hugging her knees to her chest. "The second."
"I wanted to go for a walk." He said, shrugging his shoulders.
He was lying. He had only come outside to smoke.
"When did you start smoking?" She asked.
"I don't know. Last year, maybe." Conrad replied, taking a drag of his cigarette. He was intentionally vague, which was frustrating.
"Let me have a hit." Sarah insisted with a smirk.
Conrad chuckled. "No."
"Come on." She pleaded, tilting her head back and laughing.
"What will you give me if I do?" He asked teasingly, holding the cigarette in the air, above his beer can.
The atmosphere suddenly changed. It felt charged, electric, as if Sarah had been struck by lightning.
"Nothing." Sarah said, snatching the joint from his hand and putting it in her moth. She inhaled a deep breath, and it was already a sweet, sweet relief.
"Since when did you smoke?" Conrad wondered.
"Since my dad died." She hesitantly revealed, taking another hit and exhaling smoke. Conrad looked down, remaining silent. "It was five months ago. A heart attack."
"I'm sorry, Sar." He apologized sincerely. After a brief pause, he turned to her. "Why are you considering this debutante thing?"
Sarah shrugged. "I don't know. I mean, it's not like I have anything else going on."
