"It has always been you, Steven."
"I don't think you understand how much I like you, Sophia,"
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#1 in Jeremiahfisher 10-17-24
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﹒❀﹒ SOPHIA FISHER ﹒❀﹒
I HEARD from Belly that last night, Taylor and Steven kissed, I wanted to throw up. I guess when I said Taylor and I seemed like the same person, we were—but she was the one who won. I knew I shouldn't feel like it was a competition, but it still stung. We liked the same music, had the same style, the same personality, and yet somehow, she always ended up with everything I thought I wanted. It was like she lived my life but just... better. And it hurt more than I wanted to admit.
And maybe that was the hardest part—realizing that no one was going to choose me. Not Steven, not anyone. No one was waiting around to make sure I was okay. I had to figure that out on my own.
"You're on your own, kid; You always have been." YOYOK, Taylor Swift
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﹒✦﹒ STEVEN CONKLIN ﹒✦﹒
BELLY was still furious at me for kissing Taylor. And honestly? If I could go back, I would. What the hell was I thinking? I was with Shayla. Why kiss Taylor, Belly's annoying best friend since the third grade? The same Taylor who was always at my house, sucking up to my sister.
But deep down, I knew why I did it.
The truth was, the whole time I was kissing Taylor, I wasn't thinking about her at all.
I was imagining it was someone else. Someone I couldn't get out of my head, no matter how hard I tried.
I imagined I was kissing Sophia Fisher.
Even though it wasn't her, I knew I wanted it to be. If there was any of Belly's friends I ever thought about kissing—ever wanted to kiss—it was Sophia. Not Taylor. Never Taylor.
I wanted Sophia's lips on mine. I wanted her tongue down my throat. I wanted to be the one to escort her to the deb ball—not Ethan White. That spoiled, rich kid made my blood boil. We were never friends. Not back then, not now. He was always Conrad's smug little buddy, acting like he was better than everyone because of where he came from.
