#we’ll always have summer

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We’ll Always Have Summer (2011)

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Summer I Turned Pretty-Belly and Conrad-Invisible String

[emmylubooks]

please write a fic about reader walking in on aubrey and conrad like in book 2 at susannahs funeral :(((( and conrad is in the basement with aubrey crying and the (reader/like belly) walks in on them :(((( and then conrad runs after reader and tells her like it’s not what it looks like

Hi! Okay here it is. I hope you enjoy ♥️

Promises

I didn’t know what to do to help Conrad. I didn’t know what to do to help anyone. Because, what do you say when someone loses their mom? You can’t give them the only thing that they want. You felt useless and you felt even worse that you had to attend your own family emergency, missing the first hour of Susannah’s life celebration.

“Hey, y/n,” Jere smiles, as I walk in the door. He’s still smiling but a duller version of himself.

I put your hand on his back, “I’m so sorry. I’m here if you need me.”

He nods, “you always are y/n/n. Oh, by the way… Con is in the basement.”

“Thank you, Jere,” I say, opening the door and walking down the stairs.

I freeze to take in the image in front of me. Aubrey is here, not only is she here, my boyfriend’s head is in her lap. She’s playing with his hair like it’s second nature to her… I guess at one point it was. I watched as his hand rubbed on her knee until my eyes were too blurry from tears to see.

He noticed me not long after I was standing there, the second he stood up, I turned to run up the stairs.

“y/n!” He yelled. “Y/n! Please it’s not what it looks like I swear.” He grabbed my arm to keep me down with him.

I shot around and looked at him, “What the hell else could it be? What else could it be, Conrad? Because it sure as hell looks like you are cheating on me.”

I hated that I was making it about me, it was his mom’s funeral and I was picking a fight with him. What the hell was wrong with me?

“I’m not cheating on you, y/n. Please, please just let me explain,” he whispered, tears welling in his eyes. “I can’t lose you, I can’t lose you too. Please.”

“Talk,” I whisper, looking down at our feet. His black socks he wore with his shoes and my black heels, still, from the funeral, my feet were killing me. I should have taken them off before I came downstairs because now I’m stuck.

He took his finger and lifted my chin so my eyes met his, “I’m not cheating on you. But I am an idiot. I’m sorry, y/n/n. Nothing is going on, I’m an idiot and I’m hurt and I was crying and she was there. She asked if I wanted to lay with her and I didn’t even think. I don’t love her, I don’t care about her. I only love you y/n y/l/n.

I took a deep breath and wiped my eyes, careful to not mess up my makeup. He wouldn’t cheat on me. He’s Conrad. People might say hes not the most loving or that he doesn’t show love in the ‘right way’ but he would never cheat on someone. And when he says he loves you, he means it. He’s not the kind of person to just throw that word around. Conrad is the person who means what he says

I reached up to wipe his eyes. “Don’t mess up my mascara,” he whispered, causing us both to laugh sadly

“Oh, too late,” I whispered.

He looked at me like he was studying my face, “Can we go to my room?” He whispered.

“Of course.”

He took my hand and guided me to his room, pulling me onto his bed. I sat next to him and rubbed my hand in little circles on his back.

He studied my face with the same look as downstairs and quickly took my face in both of his hands, pressing his lips onto mine with more urgency than he ever has. It was amazing and I spent a few minutes lost in the bliss of his new hunger for me before I finally pulled away.

“Conrad, what are you doing?” I asked.

He frowned at the disconnection from my body, “I want you, y/n. I want all of you, and I’m going to prove it to you.” He moved his hands to my face again and started kissing me again. Placing a trail of kisses from my neck back to my lips and across my collarbone.

I pulled away again, “Conrad, stop.” I knew he would. Even if he actually wanted to do something, the second I told him I didn’t want to he would stop without a fight.

He looked at me with tears in his eyes, “But I need you. I need you to stay. I can’t lose you y/n. Please, please I can’t.” The tears started falling faster down his face.

I softly kissed his cheek and pulled his head down onto my chest, “Hey,” I whispered. “I’m here. I’m not leaving. Just stay here and breathe with me.”

He grabbed onto my dress as tight as he could, struggling to match my breaths, “Please please please, y/n. Please y/n/n.”

“Conrad,” I whispered, kissing his head. “I’m here forever and always. I promise. I promised you, and I promised your mom. I’m not breaking it.”

[number-onekidqueen]

I love Belly. And no, I’m not going to give some rant about how I think all of the boys suck and she should just love someone else because they’re trashy. Or that they deserve to get played and she slays.

No, I get that Belly is messy, and immature and makes the wrong choices a lot of the time, but I think for all of that, she is so loveable.

One thing that everyone seems to talk about is how she’s stringing along the brothers and why can’t she pick one? Especially in the third book.

Like a very common question is “Oh but why didn’t she just realise her feelings for Conrad sooner?” I’ll tell you because I don’t think a lot of people understand.

Everyone in her life is rejecting those feelings away, or telling her it’s too late in the third book, or she remembers them telling her that from the second book.

Steven is yelling at her for even maintaining those feelings in the first place.

Taylor is rejecting them and telling her to swallow them, that they’re silly and just going to hurt her and that she should get over them.

Her mother is telling her to avoid anything dramatic.

And she herself has the common sense to think it’s too late in the third book. To not want to be dramatic. Belly doesn’t just wake up and go ‘let’s emotionally abuse two brothers for one *giggle*’

She’s starting to date Jere, it’s too late. They’ve been dating ‘happily’ for two years, it’s too late. Jere proposed, it’s too late. It’s the day before the wedding, it’s too late.

And it takes her so long because she’s so ashamed and traumatised of the way people treated her last time that she’s willing to reject her feelings and marry a cheater to keep them happy. To keep from being dramatic. To please others, she is lying to herself about her feelings, and legally binding herself to a man who cheated on her and doesn’t know her that well to keep them from being stressed about the drama. Is it silly? Yes! But it’s also incredibly sad and selfless in a way.

She rejects her feelings and pushes them down and away and keeps with Jere, because she doesn’t want a redo of last time. Even if it’s eventually clear that she loves Conrad too and that this plan ultimately causes drama like last time.

It’s an act of self love and standing up for herself that she eventually does marry Conrad and choose him, and although it was messy, I’m so glad she did.

I’m so glad she chose herself. Because all throughout this series it’s been which boy will you choose to love, and which to hurt. And at the end she chooses herself, and the boy that will stick with that is Conrad.

[bookns]

Being back in Belly’s mind feels like a hug. Like without a doubt, Belly’s mind is a teenage girls mind. It’s rivals my own with the sentiments of her trying to memorize each little thing. Her always reminiscing on the little moments, the ones that stick with you for a lifetime. She’s very dramatic, the way a teenage girl is. She listens to Taylor swift (which obviously stuck with me). She’s a teenage girl in the sense she thinks with her emotions and her heart. She has a shitty friend (Taylor) and that’s normal! The way she experiences grief is unbelievable. She’s exactly what I remember and I love this book series for that

[delanore-roosevelt]

I’m re-reading the books to prepare for season 2 and i’ve noticed another reason why i don’t think the Jeremiah cheating plot is stupid/pointless/thrown in randomly and it stems from something Conrad says in the third book

“And then i started to hate myself, who he’d made. Because i saw it too— how alike we were. That scared me. I didn’t want to be the kind of man who cheated on his wife. I didn’t want to be the kind of man who put work before his family,—“

Conrad started to realize how similar he was to his dad and actively tried to change that. Jeremiah in turn became more like his dad. He cheated on Belly and then instead of helping her plan their wedding he works his interning job all week(the job part i can’t really blame him for). He even starts to work for his dads company! Jeremiah is his father son. I never realized how similar Jere was to his dad until this current read through.

Conrad also says that he is more like their dad and Jeremiah is more like their mom but i think that changes over time. Conrad keeps secrets to try to protect everybody just like Susannah. She keeps the divorce and her cancer a secret so they can have one last good summer. Conrad doesn’t tell her or anybody that he and Jere already know about it, and he doesn’t tell anybody about the house being put up for sale because he doesn’t want to stress anyone else out. While he doesn’t have a job in the second book he does have college which is kind of like a job, he drops everything when he found out the house was being put up for sale. He knows how important that house is to his family, to his mother. He put his family first when he went to save it (Maybe not the most mature way of handling it but you see my point).

TLDR: The Jeremiah cheating plot is “like father like son”

[saywhatjenn]

Imagine how much more charged this scene will be if we get it in season 3 now that the fireplace is extra special for show Belly and Conrad

[countkirigin]

i’ve already said this on twitter, but heres my final though about we’ll always have summer: in the end, it wasnt about what conrad did right, but instead about what jeremiah did wrong and thats just the laziest and most childish writing i’ve come across lately

[hairbow-and-arrow]

I had to read the books before the series comes out! This situation just seemed a lil too familiar to pass up the opportunity.

don’t get it twisted, I’m still team Jeremiah.

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We’ll Always Have Summer (2011)

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𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗱𝗲𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗲𝗹𝘀𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆, "𝗜 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂," 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗱𝗲𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝗶𝘀, "𝗪𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗮𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝘂𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻. 𝗪𝗲 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗻𝗮𝗴𝗲𝗿𝘀, 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘂𝗽 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗸𝘆 𝗼𝗻 𝗮 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝗙𝗲𝗯𝗿𝘂𝗮𝗿𝘆 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁. 𝗦𝗼 𝗻𝗼, 𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝗳𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗼𝗿 𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗱𝘆, 𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘀. 𝗜𝗻𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗶𝘁𝘆." ♥︎

(𝗟𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺, "𝗪𝗲'𝗹𝗹 𝗔𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗛𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗿," 𝗯𝘆 𝗝𝗲𝗻𝗻𝘆 𝗛𝗮𝗻.)