𝐈𝐝𝐟𝐜 | 𝐉𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐡 𝐅𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐫

two

SHE HAD REALLY, REALLY WISHED SHE'D STAYED UP LATER LAST NIGHT.

she missed so much.

all she really knew was that conrad was extremely hungover on the couch and belly had snuck out somewhere last night, presumably the bonfire. honestly, she wished she was awake to see it all unfold. instead though, she was laid out in her bed, knocked out the moment the movie had ended.

so here she sat, watching jeremiah make some concoction with steven watching and laurel working next to her.

"do we really have to physically sit for our portraits?" jeremiah asked as he poured a raw egg into the pan. "can't she just, like, look at a picture on her phone or something?" the older boy leaned over his shoulder further and caused him to snap. "ok, get out."

"what? why?" steven laughed to himself and backed away.

laurel typed away on her computer, eyes never leaving the screen. "she needs to see you in the flesh in order to capture your essence. while you're still young and full of hope." the boys began to laugh. "her words."

"well, conrad does not have hope, actually. he's hopeless, but my hangover smoothie—it cures all," jeremiah reassured.

"can you please just hurry up?" conrad whined from the couch.

the younger brother stirred up the egg. "just go back to bed, alright?"

molly hopped off her stool quietly and headed over to the couch occupied by conrad. "move your feet," she said. he obeyed and let them hang off the side of the couch to allow her to sit beside him. "how much did i miss last night?" she asked curiously.

he held the bridge of his nose and shook his head as best as he could. "a lot," he muttered. "i'll explain it later." he jumped slightly when the blender turned on and sent a shock of pain through his head. "do we have any tylenol or something?"

"doubt it," she said. "we might have some ibuprofen if you're lucky."

he sighed and returned to holding his head in pain. "how was your movie night?" he asked lowly.

she shrugged. "it was fun i guess. same as every year," she said. "and how was your late night adventure last night? looked pretty interesting by the bruise on belly's cheek."

"she's fine," he dismissed. "she got into something she shouldn't have."

"he'll complain when he's conscious," she heard jeremiah say as he walked over and handed conrad a clear cup with a green liquid inside. "hey. here." he

steven looked back at him impatiently. "come on, man. hurry your ass up. alright? i can't be late for my first day of work."

"we won't. we're good," jeremiah reassured as he headed back into the fridge, steven slapping his butt as he walked passed. "ooh!"

"those old country club boomers are gonna tip me so hard, man, they won't know what hit 'em," he said, thrusting his hips up towards his hand with a goofy grin.

laurel grimaced. "steven, i swear."

"what?" her son smiled.