𝐈𝐝𝐟𝐜 | 𝐉𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐡 𝐅𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐫

eight

"STOP STARING, WEIRDO,"

molly tiredly joked.

"can't help it," jeremiah replied with a smile. "you look so pretty."

she reached forward and flicked his forehead. "stop it." she tucked herself deeper into his sheets. "i had the weirdest dream."

he raised a brow at her. "what was it about?" he asked curiously.

"the deb ball," she replied.

right, he thought. she was still signed up for that and practice was tomorrow morning. "do you, um, have a date yet?" he questioned almost nervously. almost.

she glared at him. "jere, i don't talk to anyone here except you and the rest of the house."

he chuckled. "would you, like, i don't know, maybe allow me to be your escort?"

"hmm," she hummed, looking around as if she was really contemplating her decision. "i don't know. you've been real sassy lately."

his jaw dropped, feigning hurt. "c'mon, i apologized for that. i promise i'll cut the sass out," he said with a hopeful smile.

she took a big deep breath, rolled onto her back and looked up at the ceiling. "i suppose i'd like that," she said playfully.

"oh shut up," he laughed, reaching forward to tickle her. she burst into a fit of giggles and did her best to pry his hands off her, legs kicking and arms flailing around in search for his. "you know you'd love to have me with you the whole night. i mean, i'm awesome right?"

she couldn't stop laughing now. her stomach was beginning to hurt. "jere! st—stop it," she laughed out. "you win!"

"i know," he replied with a grin once he finally stopped and let her catch her breath. "do you remember mikey?"

she raised a brow at him and tilted her head slightly in confusion. "mikey?"

"that one guy who was, like, always drunk on the beach last time you were here," he explained in an attempt to jog her memory.

"oh yeah," she said, distinctly remembering the curly haired boy who used to stumble through the sand with cans of beer in his arms.

he readjusted his head on the pillow and grinned mischievously. "yeah, well he's throwing a huge party tomorrow and i already convinced conrad and steven to go. and laurel said you're finally free to come out with us soo..."

she glared at him. "no."

"that's not a question, molly. you're going," he said firmly.

she had to chuckle at that. "says who?"

"me," jeremiah replied. "i don't care if i have to drag you to the car. you're going."

"we'll see about that," she challenged sassily.

he grinned and shrugged. "indeed we will."

she reached forward to lightly punch the shoulder that wasn't against the bed for mimicking her. "you suck," she said as she started to get up.

"yeah?" he smiled, following her actions and sitting up.

"yeah," she affirmed.

he smacked his lips together and watched as she stood up and walked over to his mirror. he admired her as she ran her fingers through her long hair and smoothed it down. she could do anything and he'd firmly believe she was absolutely gorgeous.

"we should do something today," jeremiah said suggestively. she turned around to face him, waiting for him to finish like he always did. "what about, like, a picnic on the beach?"