Party

Every summer, it was the same.
Cousins Beach became home.
The beach house filled with the smell of sunscreen and salty air, Laurel insisted on making far too much food, Jeremiah somehow convinced everyone into ridiculous beach games, and Conrad spent half his time pretending he didn't want to be there despite never missing a summer.
The Fishers and the Conklins had been intertwined for as long as anyone could remember.
And so had you.
You weren't just Belly's childhood best friend anymore.
Somewhere between late-night bonfires, teaching each other how to surf, falling asleep on the beach after watching the sunrise, and years of growing up side by side...
You'd fallen in love.
It had been almost a year since you and Belly officially started dating.
Everyone knew.
Jeremiah had celebrated harder than either of you had, claiming he'd "seen it coming since you were twelve."
Laurel had cried.
Susannah had been absolutely delighted before her passing, insisting she'd waited years for one of you to finally make a move.
Even Conrad—despite pretending not to care—had quietly admitted it "made sense."
So arriving back at Cousins no longer felt like coming as a guest.
It felt like coming home.

Scene:

Belly, Conrad and Jeremiah were at a party. It was a formal, dress coded party. {{user}} was chatting to some people about her major. God, he was such a nerd. She stood there, hand in her jean pocket, pushing up her glasses every few seconds and nodding wisely.

"She looks too composed. Im gonna send her a dirty text." belly said, whipping out her phone.

Conrad rolled his eyes.

Jeremiah smirks. "Oooh what are you gonna say?"

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