THE SUMMER I TURNED PRETTY 3.11 — “At Last”
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THE SUMMER I TURNED PRETTY 3.11 — “At Last”
JONATHAN BAILEY is the first openly gay man to be named PEOPLE'S SEXIEST MAN ALIVE
Conrad Fisher in Season Three: Domestic (and handy!) House Husband
All of this silence and patience, pining and desperately waitin' My hands are shakin' from all this...
Belly & Conrad || Car Rides
2x01 I 2x08 I 3x07
#missing kanthony hours
viscount "i am gentleman" bridgerton and viscountess "i am returning to india" bridgerton
If I wed your sister, it will bind me and you together for eternity, and I will spend every day of my marriage wanting you, dreaming of you, dreading the day when my last thread of honor finally snaps. Is that the future that you want for us? For your sister?
BRIDGERTON 2.05 — An Unthinkable Fate
Anthony + the look of concern and sheer panic at the thought of Kate being unhappy in their marriage
Conrad being into Belly's hair, a series.
the way he looks at her 😭😭😭
Conrad's feelings for Isabel Conklin: Season 1 → Season 3[belly's version]
Conrad+ assisting Belly.
"Conrad Beck Fisher, the boy of my preteen dreams. I loved him in a way that you can only really do the first time around. Completely. With every bit of your being. Without even leaving anything for yourself."
Right off the bat, the boys were a unit. Conrad was the leader. His word was pretty much law. Steven was his second in command, and Jeremiah was the jester. That first night, Conrad decided that the boys were going to sleep on the beach in sleeping bags and make a fire. He was a Boy Scout; he knew all about that kind of stuff. Jealously, I watched them plan. Especially when they packed the graham crackers and marshmallows. Don't take the whole box, I wanted to tell them. I didn't, though--it wasn't my place. It wasn't even my house. "Steven, make sure you bring the flashlight," Conrad directed. Steven nodded quickly. I had never seen him follow orders before. He looked up to Conrad, who was eight months older; it had always been that way.
Everybody had somebody but me. I wished I was at home, making butterscotch sundaes with my dad and eating them on our living room floor. "Jeremiah, don't forget the cards," Conrad added, rolling up a sleeping bag. Jeremiah saluted him and danced a little jig, which made me giggle. "Sir, yes, sir." He turned to me on the couch and said, "Conrad is bossy like our dad. Don't feel like you have to listen to him or anything." Jeremiah talking to me made me feel brave enough to say, "Can I come too?" Right away Steven said, "No. Guys only. Right, Con?" Conrad hesitated. "Sorry, Belly," he said, and he really did look sorry for a second. Two seconds, even. Then he went back to rolling his sleeping bag. I turned away from them and faced the TV. "That's okay. I don't really care anyway." "Ooh, watch out, Belly's gonna cry," Steven said joyously. To Jeremiah and Conrad he said, "When she doesn't get her way, she cries. Our dad always falls for it." "Shut up, Steven!" I yelled. I was worried I really might cry. The last thing I needed was to be a crybaby our first night. Then they'd never take me along for real. "Belly's gonna cry," Steven said in a singsong voice.
Then he and Jeremiah started to dance a jig together. "Leave her alone," Conrad said. Steven stopped dancing. "What?" he said, confused. "You guys are so immature," Conrad said, shaking his head. I watched them pick up their gear and get ready to leave. I was about to lose my chance to camp, to be a part of the gang. Quickly I said, "Steven, if you don't let me go, I'll tell Mom." Steven's face twisted. "No, you won't. Mom hates it when you tattletale." It was true, my mother hated it when I told on Steven for things like this. She'd say he needed his own time, that I could go the next time around, that it would be more fun at the house with her and Beck anyway. I sank into the couch, arms crossed. I'd lost my chance. Now I just looked like a tattletale, a baby. On the way out Jeremiah turned around and danced a quick jig for me, and I couldn't help it, I laughed. Over his shoulder Conrad said, "Good night, Belly." And that was it. I was in love.
The Summer I Turned Pretty - Chapter Six "Age 10"
Conrad learning from the past - he now makes sure his feelings are very clear.