summer of us

7

This is not based on an actual episode in the show. I made this chapter based around Iris's birthday, so it's completely made from my mind. I'm sorry.

Also this chapter is very much based off of the song Birthday Cake by Dylan Conrique

I hear footsteps coming up the stairs and roll over covering myself with my blanket. I was surprised anyone had waited until 8 to come and wake me up. Usually I'm up bright and early for a surf and calling the shots for the rest of the day. It was after all, my birthday.

When there's a knock on my door, I don't say anything at all. Kind of hoping they would think I was asleep and leave me alone.

That would have been too perfect though.

"Knock, knock." I hear Conrad says as the door opens, and then closes behind him. "You awake under there?"

"If I say no, will you go away?" I ask him, but it probably came out really muffled.

"No." He tells me honestly.

"I'm not leaving my bed. I'm staying here, forever." I tell him and he laughs slightly.

"Well, I guess I'll just have to join you then." He tells me and then I feel the other side of the bed dip down. I move over some to give him some room. A second later the blanket was pulled from over my head and could see Conrad, laying down, facing me on my bed.

Conrad and I had shared a bed before. Growing up of course, it was normal. Then we were always just best friends, so the occasional falling asleep in the same bed wasn't a problem. It wasn't a problem now, either. Just different. Very different.

"Why are you still in bed? You're usually up before us all. Calling all the shots today. It's your favorite day." He reminds me and I just roll over onto my back.

"I don't feel like it today. I don't feel like leaving my bed." I tell him and he frowns.

"Well, it might be hard to fit everyone else in here. You'll have to leave eventually." He tells me and I shake my head. "Is it because your dad and Phoebe can't be here?"

Honestly it was a bummer that my dad couldn't be here today. But he was finishing up his summer courses, and the school had assigned one of his classes finals time for today. Besides, we couldn't really afford all of the back and forth he was doing this summer.

"No, I mean, it sucks. But I get it." I say and he nods.

"Is it your mom?" He asks me and I tense up a little bit. I relax again when I feel my hand being wrapped up in his.

"She used to wake me up every birthday, at 6:35, and tell me the story of my birth. I used to complain while she did it. I secretly loved it, though." I tell him with a smile. "Then we would get ready, and go for a morning surf, by the time we'd get back breakfast would be made. You, of course, know how the rest of the day goes." I tell him and he nods.

Every year we have my favorite, french toast with sausage pattys. Then I would choose something I wanted to do that day, then dinner of my choice, made my Susannah, and we'd end the day with choosing a movie of my choice.

"Well, my memory of your birth was actually quite tragic. I had been the only baby. Four glorious months all to myself. You were the start of the end of that. I knew it would never be the same. The second they put you in my crib to introduce us, I knew my life was over. It was no longer all about me." Conrad tells me and I can't help but laugh and shove him. I rest my head in his shoulder and place my hand on his chest.

"That was a great story." I tell him and he hums with a nod. His hand comes down to meet my own.

"Will you leave this bed now, and come down and get some breakfast?" He asks me and I sigh and bury myself farther into him.