LOML ? J.F. x READER

one

as you turn away from jeremiah, belly rushes out of the car and pulls him into a hug and he spins her around. your eyes catch on conrad, who had just rounded the corner of the house, and was staring at them. he meets your eye and smiles sheepishly, knowing that you had caught him. you smile and go pull him into a tight hug. "hey connie."

"hey (y/n). it's good to see you," he says. as you pull apart, his eyes are caught on belly again, who is staring at him this time, too. you smile at the sight and push conrad towards her gently. the corner of his mouth slightly turns up and he walks to her as you walk back over to jeremiah and steven, who were giggling to themselves. when jeremiah sees you walking towards them, he waves you over quickly.

"belly flop time," he says, a wide grin on his face. you laugh.

"yes!" the three of you walk towards conrad and belly, who were laughing with each other, seemingly in their own world.

"hey, i don't know about you guys but..." steven pretends to check his nonexistent watch on his wrist. "i think it's time...for a...belly flop!"

belly squeals as the boys grab her, conrad carrying her by her armpits and the other two grabbing her feet. you giggle and lead the way, opening the gate to the pool and letting them pass through. you and the boys count down from three and they throw belly in the water. you all laugh as she flails around, her clothes completely soaked. your smile fades as the boys turn to you, mischievous smiles on their faces. "no."

"it's not fair to only throw belly in there, is it?" steven says innocently. you shake your head and attempt to run away, but before you can, jeremiah has his arms wrapped around your waist and lifts you effortlessly in the air. steven and conrad help him and grab your legs, counting down from three just like they did with belly. she dove out of the way as the boys throw you into the water. luckily, the water was warm, and while the feeling of your wet clothes was uncomfortable on your skin, the water was quite refreshing. belly giggles as you swim towards her and pull her into a hug, but in the hug, you whisper in her ear. "let's get back at them?"

she nods as if she read your mind, and when you pull apart and begin to approach the edge, she's suddenly struggling. "wait, wait guys, my ankle."

"what's wrong belly?" conrad asks. she continues struggling in staying afloat.

"i...i hurt my ankle i think. i cant walk on it," she reaches her arm out to conrad. "help me out."

he reaches out, and as their hands connect she pulls him into the water and the other boys burst out in laughter, jeremiah doubling over in laughter with his hands on his knees. taking advantage of this moment, you grab his hands and pull him into the water too, completely catching him off guard as he falls into the water next to you. now steven is standing on the edge, struggling to breathe from laughing so hard. "no way they got both of you!"

jeremiah flips his hair out of his face and looks up at steven. "c'mon steven, waters nice! you don't wanna be left out, do you?"

steven shakes his head, still laughing. "i think i'll survive being left out today. these shoes were expensive."

"lame!" jeremiah calls out as steven walks towards the house, his laughter still echoing in the air. jeremiah turns his attention to you and swims over to you, grabbing your waist and spinning you around. "i'll get you back for pulling me in here."

you laugh. "sure you will. c'mon, let's go dry off for dinner."

he hops out of the side of the pool and offers an arm to help you out. he pulls you out of the pool with ease. "race you upstairs?"

"that sounds dangerous," you say. "wet feet on tile and hardwood floor? with your clumsiness?"

he mocks offense. "you think i'm clumsy? ridiculous."

"jere, you tripped over a penny on the beach last summer," you say. "and i don't think we've had a summer here where we haven't had to bring you to the e.r. from some injury."

"the sand is trippy!" he claims. "and i just live an adventurous lifestyle. which is why i'm totally beating you upstairs."

"better catch me first!" you say and immediately take off sprinting, up the stairs to the porch and through the sliding glass doors, which you attempt to close in front of jeremiah, who caught up with you quickly. carefully, you run through the house but the slippery floors really did make it difficult. soon, you're halfway up the stairs and jeremiah is right behind you, laughing. "you're such a cheater!"

"i'm just smarter than you!" you yell as you approach your bedroom, which was right next to his. he shakes his head.

"no way. just a cheater," he grins at you one more time as he enters his bedroom, closing the door behind him. you walk into yours as well, your head spinning from the first thirty minutes you had spent here. jeremiah made everything around you feel insignificant and you felt like you were floating when he touched you. and for the first time in your life, you hated the feeling. you were with peter now. you had to focus on peter, not jeremiah.

it was hard to do that when you were spending the next two months living with him, your rooms right next to each other, and the walls thin enough that you could hear everything in each others rooms. whenever he played music, you heard every word. every conversation, every ounce of laughter, every time either of you cried. it was good, having a close connection to him, but you knew it was just going to make things so much harder.