𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙮 . . . 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙧𝙖𝙙 𝙛𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙧

𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙫𝙚

𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙮

☼☼☼

"noa, babe, just let me look at it"

"conrad, seriously i don't know how many times i have to tell you, it's fine, just leave it alone" noa huffed as she sat down on the pairs bed, trying to fight off conrad who was trying to ice her head.

"no, look at me" conrad tried to get her to face him instead of looking at her phone, "eleanoa farran james, stop looking at your phone and tell me what's wrong"

noa looked up at the boy rolling her eyes at his dramatics,

"nothing is wrong" she shook her head

"i can tell when you lie" he smirked at her

"she did it on purpose"

"who taylor? come on it was an accident" conrad was the one shaking his head now

"conrad, i'm pretty sure i know 16 year old girls better than you do, i lived with two and i was one not that long ago" she rolled her eyes

"okay so maybe it was on purpose, but why would she?" conrad had a confused look on his face

"are you serious right now?"

"as a heart attack, i'm very confused" the fisher boy said with a blank look

"conrad... belly likes you" noa looked directly at her boyfriend

"what? um i don't think so"

"and i feel like you like her back" she broke the eye contact now staring at her fiddling hands

"noa, don't be silly you know i love-" but before conrad could finish what he was saying his phone chimed interrupting their talk

"shit, i have to go, but um we will talk later i promise" he rushed before placing a kiss on her forehead and running out of the room

"awesome"