78 parts Complete MatureConrad Fisher has been my best friend for as long as I can remember. Not because of me, really-but because of Belly. She was the reason our summers collided, the reason I knew the Fisher boys like the back of my hand. Conrad was always steady in my life: distant but dependable, stubborn but protective, mine in a way he'd never admit.
But at Belly's birthday party, everything shifts. Conrad shows up drunk-really drunk. His usual walls are gone, his eyes glassy, his words messy but raw. And for the first time, he says things I never thought I'd hear from him-things about me, about us.
Except... he's Conrad. And Conrad never says what he means, not when he's sober. So how am I supposed to believe him when the only time he lets me in is through a haze of liquor and heartbreak?
Now, I can't stop replaying his words, wondering if they were nothing but drunken ramblings-or the truth he's been too afraid to tell me all along.
