Butterflies ~ Conrad Fisher

Chapter four

As soon as Jeremiah parked the car, everyone jumped out and started walking towards the fire. Ivy was holding on to Conrad's hand, feeling nervous about being around so many new people.

Conrad walked her over to the drinks grabbing two beers for them. They then sat near the fire leaning against each other.

They would share kisses every so often, the alcohol's affects starting to take place. One drink turned into two and the cycle repeated.

They were both feeling buzzed, now making out next to the fire. Ivy was sat on Conrad's lap, their lips locked ignoring their surroundings.

All of the sudden they heard a thud in front of them. They looked up and saw Belly on her knees.

"Belly?" Conrad asked. Him and Ivy leaned away from each other, Ivy grabbing her beer instead.

"I thought you hated the red sox." Belly said, mentioning Ivy's hat she stole from her brothers room.

Ivy started getting mad, Isabel just had to start commenting on things she didn't understand.

"Look Belly-" Ivy started before getting cut off.

"Don't call me Belly." She said in a rude tone.

"Okay whatever. Isabel, it's just a hat. And i don't understand why you have it out for me. I think it's kind of stupid honestly."

"Okay, let's just stop." Conrad intervened. He knew how easily Ivy could be set off, especially with alcohol in her system.

"Belly!" They heard Jere yell from behind them. "You came! Great, now we can all hang out you guys."

"I'm about to take her home." Steven spoke up.

"What?"

"Yeah, we're leaving. Are you kidding me?"

"Okay- Okay Steven chill out. Go hang out with Shayla or something."

"Fine. But just stay right here, and don't talk to anybody." Steven reluctantly walked off with Shayla attached to his hand.

"Fuck you!" Isabel shouted out of the blue. Ivy was feeling really uncomfortable and just wanted to go home. She zoned out just staring at the fire, trying to fight off her bad thoughts.

Conrad wrapped his arm around her shoulder and pulled her back into him. They just hugged for a few minutes while Ivy was calming her breathing.

"I don't understand what I did to her. And commenting on my hat? Is she fucking with me? I mean I know she doesn't understand it's importance to me, but still."

"I know, love. She's just jealous that you get the best guy ever to be your boyfriend." Conrad smirked. He was trying to take Ivy's thoughts off of Belly, in case she tried to do something.

"Shut up Conrad. You're so annoying." She smiled up at him.

"Oh I know I am. One hundred percent." He grinned and he leaned into her mouth.

They started kissing again, Ivy only thinking about Conrad and how lucky she was to have him.

After a while Ivy and Conrad were walking back from the drinks, beer in hand. All of a sudden Ivy felt her bottle get ripped from her hand. She turned around and saw a random guy she's never seen before.

"Hey cutie, this yours?" He questioned. He was clearly drunk, his speech slightly slurred.

"Dude just give it back." Conrad spoke.

"What's your problem man?" The guy asked. Ivy was getting scared. "It's one beer, it's a party relax."

"No, give her the beer back."