Steven and I do a lap around the house for breakfast before we go right back to the bed.
I hear my phone ding and quickly pick it up. It's Jere.
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I do my best to smack Steven with my open arm, but it doesn't work out to well. It's easy for him to dodge when I have to maneuver around my own body.
I have better luck pinching him with the arm inside the shirt.
"OW!" He squeals.
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"I THOUGHT THREE HOURS WOULD NEVER END." Steven groans.
"At least you didn't have to smell yourself the whole time!" I fake gag.
"Yeah, I just had to smell you and your girly perfume!" He mocks.
"I think her perfume smells great." Jere says, leaning on the doorframe with a smirk.
"Down boy." I pat Steven's shoulder.
Steven scoffs and we attempt to get the shirt off.
Keyword: attempt
As in, failed.
Steven and I are a tangle of limbs in a giant shirt.
"Jere.." I whine, my right arm somehow touching my left ear.
He laughs a little as he walks over.
"We don't need your help." Steven says.
"Dude, you act like we aren't best friends." Jeremiah says with a smile.
Steven tightens his lips, "Oh yeah." He says quietly.
Jere shakes his head and helps us with the shirt.
"Thank you." I smile.
"GOOD BYE." Steven throws his arms up and speed walks out of my room.
"Wow, he even closed the door." Jeremiah says.
"With you in here and everything." I add with feign shock.
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i know // jeremiah fisher
FanfictionY/n Conklin and Jeremiah Fisher borderline hate each other. There are constant eye rolls and scoffs when the other one is near. But they learn to put it behind them when it comes to their crushes, Conrad and Belly. How could they get the two lovers...
