✧*̥˚ august *̥˚✧
augustine madden x conrad fisher
chapter four || 🍓🤍🌸

(this is a complete re-write. nothing is like the og)

may 22nd, 2022

    Conrad Fisher has never craved death more than this very moment. There was only ten days away from leaving for Cousins beach and as much as he was dreading it, it was still better than how he felt in Boston, but as he sat in front of his mother, he could not wait.

   Susannah smiled sweetly at her son. She couldn't be more proud of the man he was becoming, but there was one small tweak she would make to his personality, "I need you to do something for me." He closed his eyes and prayed for God to strike him down, "I need you to be nicer to August this year. She's had a hard couple of years and you being a dick doesn't help." She reached forward and grabbed his hands, "Please."

    Conrad swallowed. Hard. "Be nice to august." he wasn't aware he was mean to her — that was a lie. He seen the way her face would drop when he would say something even remotely rude to her and he seen her heart break slowly over the years as their once inseparable bond grew cold and like a distant memory.

Upon a recent discovery, there wasn't a single thing he wouldn't do for his mother. So, he turned his hand to hold hers and smiled at her, "Sure."

    Susannah wasn't sure she believed him, but in spite of that, she reached across the table to push his overgrown hair from his forehead, "Thank you."

Conrad Fisher was livid. He had been reminded by his mom about their talk five times in the past twelve hours and it was getting boring. He knew. He wasn't an idiot. He was going to start... eventually.

After being shunned to his bedroom by Laurel it was safe to say he was very ready to put his head down on his pillow and not wake up until mid day tomorrow, but when he looked out his window and seen August Madden climb into the treehouse that was connected to either side of their bedrooms, he knew what had to be done.

He mumbled furious words to himself as he grabbed a hoodie from the suitcase he was still yet to unpack and climbed out his window with a huff.

    When August caught sight of a man in the treehouse with his hood up, she screamed like any normal person would. She grabbed the closet object to her right, which just so happened to be a pebble and threw it at his head.

Conrad brought a hand up to his face and took his hood down, staring at the girl in horror as his cheekbone ached. August's eyes went wide as she made eye connect with him. She instantly felt horrible.

"I'm so sorry!" She rushed to his side, grabbing his wrist and looking at the small red mark on his face. She very delicately touched the mark, pulling her hand back as he flinched at the feather light touch, "I'm so sorry, Conrad. I thought you were gonna, like, kill me..."

"They only connect to our rooms."

"There's a rope and ladder." She crossed her arms.

Conrad pointed behind her, "Over there!"

    August pursed her lips together and looked at where he was pointing. She raised a hand to cover her mouth before giggling, "I'm so sorry."

    When she looked at him with those big brown eyes he hated so much, he had to laugh along with her, "No, you're not!"

    "Yes, I am!" She defended, the smile being wiped from her face.

    She hated when people did that.

Conrad shook his head, "I cannot believe you just did that." No he was just trying to rile her up.

She scoffed, "Well..." August couldn't come up with a good enough excuse as to why exactly she threw a pebble at his face, "Y-You're weird!" He gave her a confused look, "Oh, shut up!"

"I didn't say a word!"

"Yeah, but I could see your brain coming up with some stupid joke." She huffed, using all ten fingers to point to his head.

    "I wasn't going to say anything, Augustine."

This time she rolled her eyes before dramatically collapsing on the singular beanbag in the treehouse, "When are you going to stop with that? You're eighteen years old. You know it annoys the shit out of me."

"Maybe I enjoy annoying the shit out of you?" He phrased it like a question and her breath got caught in her throat.

She knew he didn't mean it like that, but a small part of her hoped he did.

"I hate you." She mumbled, but the warm smile on her face contradicted her words.

    Conrad smirked, "Feelings mutual."

    "You're evil." She stated, making him raise his eyebrows, "I'm obviously joking when I say it, but you mean it with every fibre of your being!"

    "I don't hate you." Maybe he didn't. He wasn't sure.

    "You're lying!"

     "What do I have to do to show you I don't hate you!" He questioned, pushing her halfway off the beanbag just so he could sit down.

    She let out a loud sigh, "Uh, I don't know... Not be a dick!"

    "I am a very nice person."

    August looked at him in silence for ten seconds before laughing in his face. She continued to laugh for what felt like eternity while he stared up at the ceiling with a small smile ghosting his lips.

    "You're funny! When did you get funny?!"

    "Yeah, you're laughing now, but you won't be when I push you off the tree house." He mumbled standing up and looking down at her.

     August was still laughing, "I'll still be laughing." Knowing her she would be, "That was actually funny, Con. I'll give you that."

    He shook his head, leaning down to grab her hands and pull her up. He towered over her — not really, she was a tall girl, but in this moment when she was hunched over, he sure as hell did.

    She looked up at him, ready to mock him in some way, but her words quickly died down when she noticed how close they were.

Conrad wasn't exactly sure how he was supposed to be 'nicer to her' but when he looked into her eyes and watched them glass over, he couldn't help but let his eyes travel down to her lips. Without even thinking, because well, he was a hormonal teenage boy, he leaned down to press his lips on hers in a very gentle manner and it only lasted for a second. It was almost like they were kids in the playground, scared to get caught.

When he pulled back, August's eyebrows were knitted very close together and her lips were parted. He couldn't help but smile, "Told you I don't hate you."

"Yeah, well that definitely helped your case."

rip august you would've loved short 'n sweet 💋

"this happened fast!" okay 👌 it's an eight episode show sorry