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Day 2o. A short fanfic

A/N: OMFG THIS IS GONN ABE THE BEST FAN FIC YOU EVER SEEN. WELL LIKE I WANNA WRITE ABOUT MY OTPS BUT LIKE FJALKSDJFASLJFASLKDFJ THERE ARE SO MANY DIFFERENT LIKE STUPID FANFICS I WANNA WRITE AJSDFLKASJF OMFG YEAH. WHICH ONE SDJLFKAJDSFLKJ??  OKAY I KNOW I BROKE MY STREAK ASHDFASJKFHSAKJHF BUT I PROMISE THAT THIS IS AMAZING. 

He loved me in the fall. Then she came in the summer and he left me.

I've always loved Jeremiah Fisher, ever since I was four.

When I was four, my dad died in a terrible accident and causing my mom to retreat to her friend from collage, Susanna.

"So good to see you again, Mariah," Susanna greeted my mom at the door when we arrived at Cousin beach. My mom requested that Susanna and the boys stay at Cousin Beach a little while longer after summer so she could visit them since their home in Boston is too far away.

I then heard some shouting and some boys running down the stairs, wrestling over a bag of chips. They only stopped when they saw me at the door.

"It's a girl!" Jeremiah exclaimed as he ran over to me and dragged me inside. "Come here and tell me, who should get the chips?"

"It should be me..." Conrad muttered and started fighting for the chips that Jeremiah held in his hands.

"How about you guys share?" I suggested with a large grin. I was four, Jeremiah was five and Conrad being the oldest, was six.

"Maybe," Jeremiah shrugged and raced to the couch. He then popped open the bag of chips and started munching on them. Then, Conrad raced over to him and started wrestling him for the chips.

I ignored the boys and trudged on to explore this foreign house. The stairs were huge to me as I struggled to get up. Once I made it to the second level, I stood and wandered into some rooms.

One was a large, open room that had a big, comfy looking bed and beside was a table with many little trinkets.I fidgeted with a small necklace that I'd spotted. It was gold and had a small leaf on the end, dangling alone. Without thinking, I tried to put it on. I was having trouble with the clasp when I heard Jeremiah running upstairs.

"Hey!" He shouted when he saw me. I gasped and accidentally dropped the necklace. I suddenly dropped to the ground and began frantically searching for it. I stopped when I looked up and saw Jeremiah holding it. I stood up and stared at him in awe. "You want to put this on?"

I didn't talk but just nodded as he got behind me and clasped the necklace on. The cool feeling of the leaf touched my skin and I shivered.

Jeremiah stood across from me with eyes sparkling with curiosity. That was the moment I started liking him.

It was fall one year, and I was digging through things that were trashed all over my room, packing to move when I saw something catch my eye.

It was the necklace. Gold and fading. I clenched it in my hands and remembered Jeremiah.

When I left Cousin Beach, I still had it on and never really remembered to give it back.

I then rushed out of my room and crashed into my mom who was packing up the living room.

"Mom! Do you still have Susanna's phone number?" I exclaimed eagerly. She suddenly widened her eyes and frowned.

"Maybe, why?" She headed off to look for it. When she returned, she held a slip of paper in her hands. "Here."

"Thanks!" I give her a quick hug and rushed off into my room to call. I picked up my phone and quickly dialed as I awaited the number to go through.

"Hello?" It sounded like Conrad, although I haven't seen them in almost four years.

"Conrad? Is that you?" I asked with excitement lingering in my smile. I was hoping they were still there. I wanted to contact Jeremiah.

"Yeah," Conrad muttered. "Who is this?"

I then started to explain how I knew them and the day when I was four when I first met them. It took Conrad a while but he understood. "I'm looking for Jeremiah."

"Jere!" I heard him shout and then some static and Jeremiah's smooth, clear voice.

"Yello," he said with music playing in the background. I beamed with happiness that he was still there.

I spent hours with him on the phone that day and we made a day when we could meet a week later.

He drove down here one night and we hung out by my yard, listening to music as the leafs fell from the trees in the front. That was the fall when we were in love. We would meet up almost every weekend and do whatever. Mostly listen to some music, occasionally me watching him and Conrad play basketball, all throughout the year.

Then, summer came and I had to move far away, to California. It was much farther from Cousin Beach so I couldn't visit that year.

I spent that summer as an intern in a jewellery shop while Jere hung out with Conrad and Belly. Belly was her.The girl who stole Jeremiah from me.

We constantly talked on the phone that summer but then, at one point, he stopped calling. I waited for his call, thinking he was busy, and when I finally called, he broke up with me. He said he was in love with another girl. One whom he'd been in love with almost his entire life. 

That night, I cried, an endless river of tears. I figured that I was always put to the back, at the bottom of the pile. 

For three years, I hadn't thought about him. That streak ended the day I received a wedding invitation to him and Belly's wedding. 

I cried the night before the wedding, all night. I didn't get much sleep and in the morning, I didn't want to go, but fought over my conscience and went, red eyed and all. But it turns out, they didn't even get married. 

After the wedding, I met up with Jeremiah once again. We exchanged information and just, left.

I swear, I ached to call him but didn't want to sound needy. I pushed away the feeling of calling and when I thought I just couldn't stand it, he shows up.

"Come in!" I shout while blowing on my nails to dry them. Then, stood by the doorway was none other than Jeremiah. Soaking wet and in odd, torn clothing. "Jere? What happened?"

"You know how hard it is to find you?" He panted badly and came over to hug me. I awkwardly hugged him back but unwillingly. What gave him the right to barge in to my house after the crazy roller coaster ride he put me through?

"Maybe it was because I didn't want to be found..." I muttered under my breath, hoping he doesn't hear. He let me go as he made himself comfortable on my couch. Who does he think he is? Storming into here, after pretty much ignoring me for the past few years, like he always has. "You want a towel or something...?"

 "Will you come back to me? To my side?" He asked out of nowhere as I went to go get the towel but froze in my tracks. Why was he begging on his knees for me back, now? Where could he have been years ago? When I needed him? But looking at him, again, seeing that sun-kissed skin and that gorgeous hair and that adorable smile, I can't say no. Not to all the memories we've made, all the history our book held. 

"I don't know..." I whispered and headed into the bathroom. I grabbed one of my many lavender towels and suddenly started to weep. I couldn't allow him back into my life, just to see him leave again. Then, I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist and Jeremiah's hushed breath against my own. I turned around to face him and buried my face in his chest and cried. He picked me up and carried me onto the couch like a princess where we both fell asleep in slumber, but little did he know, he was the reason I cried.