we were something don't you think so?
Summary: you and conrad are fighting
song: the 1 - taylor swift
!swearing, !fighting, !crying
“don’t do that.” Ophelia grabs onto Conrad’s arm as he begins to turn and stalk away, coming to a halt at the electricity that shoots through his arm at her touch.
“don’t push me away,” A tear slips out of her eye and she hurries to wipe it.
“not like before,” Conrad clenches his jaw, ignoring the sharp pain that hits his chest at the sight of her tears.
“It’s fucking unfair Conrad! You, to pull me in and make me think that everything is okay, when it clearly isn’t!” The older boy swallows, his adam’s apple bobbing on his throat.
“I’m sorry, but you need to accept it. I’m,” He sighs, raking a hand through his hair.
“I’ve changed Ophie. Just accept.”
“so last summer was nothing?” Her voice was soft and measured. His heartbeat raced at the mention of the electrifying kiss they shared, and he groaned inwardly. He was so stressed and frustrated, with the situation with Susannah and chemo, and college was tiring. He needed a fucking break.
“I didn’t say that Ophie,” She let out a watery laugh, poking him in the chest.
“No but that’s what you mean? Don’t you?!” Ophelia yelled, before Conrad sighed. Shaking her head disappointedly, she smiled softly.
“Thought you were better then that.” With no other words needed, she turned on her heel and left, stomping up the stairs as she went.
“Ophie!” Conrad called weakly but made no move to follow her. Running a hand down his face, he sunk into the couch cushions, welcoming their soft embrace. He needed a smoke.