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𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐬 in her room when she heard a small crash outside her window. Curious as to what the sound was, she peeked out her window to see the brown-haired eldest Fisher boy. The boy she'd waited on her whole life. The boy she wanted to fall in love with. The boy whose sister was making her question if she really loved him at all.
Belly took in a deep breath before walking downstairs to confront Conrad Fisher.
"You're back." Belly spoke, gaining Conrad's attention. She wiped her nervous palms on her jeans.
"Hey." He said giving a quick smile and nothing more.
"Let me help you." Belly smiled awkwardly, going to help clean up. She couldn't help but think about how nothing was awkward with Flory, and how things came easily with Flory even if Belly couldn't help but get butterflies around her. She shook the feeling off, Conrad had been the boy she'd been waiting for her entire life, so if there was even the slightest chance, she could have what she always wanted, she should take the chance... right? What she wanted couldn't have changed... had it?
"How's you and your mom?" Conrad asked, casually, catching Belly off guard.
"Uh- my- we'r- we're good." Belly stuttered.
"Cool." Conrad responded.
"I-I broke up with Cam." Belly stated to Conrad's back as he faced away from her.
"Why?" Conrad said, almost in a sigh.
"Last night, you and I almost kissed. And Conrad, all summer I feel like there's been all these signals you send me when it's just us."
