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" you said, "forever," and i almost bought it. " - i miss you, i'm sorry,, gracie abrams
(season 2 episode 2)
word count; 5,600+
THE SILENCE IN the car is absolutely deafening. In the front, Belly sits next to Jeremiah, while Melissa, Maddy and Ellie are crammed into the backseat together. Ellie elected to sit between the two girls considering they don't know each other that well. When Maddie and Conrad were still together, they did see each other a few times, but Conrad was barely home during the school year. Though Ellie despises awkward silences, she has nothing to say, her mind is completely blank.
Shifting in her seat, Belly crosses and uncrosses her, trying to decide what to do with herself. Ellie knows the brunette girl hates the quiet almost as much as her. Comfortable silence is something else entirely, there were countless moments spent throughout their summers together that included silence, but that's when they all got along. It was before the heartbreak, before the drama, before Susannah died. Nothing is the same anymore. It was as if for one moment they were all in a golden, glowing daylight, and now the sun has set on their happiness. From now on they'll live in the afterglow of it all, not quite as bright as before, and far less magical.
When Jeremiah clears his throat, Belly's head whips to the side. "Did, uh— Were you about— Were you gonna say something?" she asks, tone going a bit high the way it does when she's nervous.
Jeremiah glances from the road, to her sister in the mirror, then back at the road. "Nope."
"Okay—" Belly cuts herself off with a forced little laugh when her phone begins to ring. Pulling her phone out of her pockets, she glances down to see who's calling before she shuts it off and puts it away.
"Was that Steven?" Jeremiah asks, eyes meeting Belly's briefly as he furrows his brows. "Why didn't you pick up?"
Shrugging, Belly lifts one hand up to wave off the question. "I'll call him later." Glancing briefly to the back seat, the brunette girl lowers her voice slightly, obviously only directing what she says to Jeremiah. "Hey, how, uh— how have you guys been? Since . . ."
It seems she can't bring herself to say; since Susannah's death. However, they all know what the ending of her question is.
