019. THE MORNING OF THE TOURNAMENT

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Chapter nineteen

"The morning of the tournament." 




The next morning, Conrad woke up and as he did, he realized he was in Hannah's room instead of his own, where as he looked down, Hannah was lying on his chest still fast asleep seeing as last night, she had fallen asleep in his arms and he didn't have the heart to wake her up, so he carried her back and into her room, although when he did, she reached her hand out and stopped him from leaving, asking him to stay with her, and he did, where right now, in this moment, everything was perfect, until his phone rang.

Which woke Hannah up, where she looked at him and when she did, her eyes went wide, realizing she slept on him "I'm..I'm sorry." she told him "no, it's..it's fine. Hannah." Conrad told her, as he turned grabbing his phone, he picked it up "yeah, yeah, I'lll be right there." he told whoever was on the other end, as he hung up, looking to Hannah "look, I've gotta.." he told her, pointing to her bedroom door "yeah." Hannah told him "okay." Conrad told her, as he turned, walking out of her room.


Where as Conrad got changed for the day, he headed downstairs and as he did, his mom walked up to him "hey, do you have a second?" she asked him "yeah. Cleveland just called. I got to go.." Conrad told her "it'll just take a sec. I want you to ask Hannah to be her escort to the deb ball." his mom shared "mom, I can't." Conrad told her "why not? You took her to eighth grade formal, homecoming, prom. It'll be just as friends like before." his mom shared "just let Rafael take her." Conrad told her "Connie, you know how much it'll mean to her if it's you. You're her prince charming, and we all know it." his mom shared.

"No, that's not.." Conrad told her "you always called her your lucky charm. That you were lucky to have her. I remember how at your last football game when you won, you came running right over to her and she jumped in your arms. I just, uh..I want it to go perfectly for her. And it won't if it's a boy she doesn't know, so please? For me?" his mom asked him "I'll think about it." he told her "okay, that's my Connie." his mom told him, smiling as she looked down "I didn't say I would do it." Conrad told her.

"Oh, and don't be late this afternoon for the tournament cause we need help setting up." his mom shared, as Conrad backed up to the door "I know. I know." he told her "play it forward!" his mom voiced, as Conrad opened the front door "play it forward!" he voiced, as he walked out "uh, you know, it's, uh, not too late to sign up. I mean Hannah really needs a partner cause I think it's her mother who's gonna playing with her and the two of you would.." his mom shared, as Conrad stopped and turned to her "mom, no." he told her "maybe." Susannah told him, as Conrad turned shutting the front door.


Meanwhile, Conrad was on then on the boat with Cleveland, although today they were pulling the wood out of the boat "yeah, it's wood rot. See how brittle it is on the inside? God, this is bad, man. We have to pry off bits until we reach clean wood." Conrad shared, his voice breaking, as he through a piece of wood down, he went to grab another one as he cut his hand "fuck! Ow." he said, holding his hand and as he did, he remembered the night of the bonfire when Hannah punched the guy and held her hand "your a little bit on edge my friend." Cleveland told him.

As Conrad dropped his hand and leaned down to pick up the wood "it's been a bad week." he told him "is your dad back in town?" Cleveland asked him "no, other stuff." Conrad told him, as he broke off another piece of wood "how are things looking with that girl?" Cleveland asked him, and as he did, all Conrad thought about was how he held her as she cried last night, where he found himself even crying with her, where even with a girlfriend, he didn't have the heart to leave her alone so when she told him to stay, he stayed even though he knew the two weren't gonna be happening anytime soon "not good." he told him, as he pulled another piece off.

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