𝐖𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐒~ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐫𝐚𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐫

four

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Delilah stands in her room contemplating on what top she should wear to the bonfire Jeremiah invited her to.

Her options are a grey tank top and a pink cropped tank that said 'I am pretty.' She decides to ask her bestfriends opinion.

Delilah walks out of her room, and walks toward the sound of the singing of her brother in the shower.

Lilah knocks on the door, Jeremiah opens it with his toothbrush in hand.

"Hey, baby." He winks, she rolls her eyes playfully.

"Which one?" She holds up the two top choices.

"See, me personally... I like you better without a top. But that's only for my eyes." He smirks.

"Shut up, you've only ever seen me topless when we were kids." Lilah chuckles.

"Who's at the door?" Steven questions, giving his vocals a very much needed rest.

"Nobody..." Jeremiah says, covering the fact Delilah was at the door.

When Steven mumbles a 'bro.'

Jeremiah mouths the word 'sorry' and closes the door on her.

Steven peers past the shower curtain just to see Jeremiah standing at the sink.

On the other side of the door, Delilah turns and continues to walk down the hall.

Delila decided to try and talk to Conrad. She stops at his door, and knocks. Conrad answers within a heartbeat.

"Hey," Lilah says awkwardly, Conrad didn't reply. Instead, he motions her to come into his bedroom.

"Is there something I can help you with?"

He says, closing his door slightly. He glances down at the two shirts on the hangers.

"Yeah actually, um, which top looks better?" She holds them up in front of her chest so he can see.

Conrad stays quiet. Nearly a minute pass and he stands still, his eyes darting between the options and then her face.

"So?" Her knees bounce back and forth while standing, the silence is uncomfortable.

He walks to Delilah until he's just inches away from her face.

He looks down at her, a soft expression on his face. Delilah feels her face get hot as he gently brushes a strand of hair behind her ear.

"I think you look good in anything, Lilah." The boy whispers as he looks down into her eyes, his hand rests on her cheek.

He wears a soft expression as a blush spreads across her cheeks and nose.

The silence creeps its way back into the room, but her smile stays. She clears her throat as she snaps back.

"Okay, but if you had to pick?" She holds them up once more, creating a distance in between them. A very much needed barrier.

"That one." His gaze doesn't leave her eyes. He points to the hot pink 'I am pretty' tank.

"Thank you." She replies, nodding her head.

"Always, pretty girl." He watches her move to walk out but slightly pause when he calls her pretty.

The only thing running through her mind. 'What the fuck is Conrad doing.'

let's keep this short n sweet

sorry this one's short, but the next 4 chapters are long asl,, I'm in love with this book ngl.

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(I lowkey ship Taylor n Steven😻.)

August 3rd. 2023.