Summary: The missing years between the last chapter of The Summer I Turned Pretty series and the Epilogue. Plus maybe some of the years that follow.
A/N: Please, please review! My first fanfiction. I don't know how many chapters it will be; I'll just stop when it feels finished. Also I own none of this, just my idea of how the plot should go!
After Jeremiah and I broke up, he went back to live in the fraternity house, and I ended up living with Anika after all.
My sophomore year had been great. I found it quite liberating to not have a boyfriend or live with those expectations. I was free to dress how I wanted and act how I wanted without worrying about being appealing. Living with those crazy girls was amazing. We spent many late nights watching sappy romance movies and complaining about the guy characters not being realistic. We all argued over which leading man would make a better boyfriend and which one we would want to date. The nights we weren't watching movies were nights spent studying or finishing papers. Living with a group of girls was so much better than sharing a dark, smelly apartment with Jeremiah.
Jeremiah and I had grown back together over the course of the year. After hat disasterous wedding day we both tried to be normal again. He and were both glad that we hadnt read Susannah's letters as well. He and I were back to being friends. Though we weren't what we used to be, we were some how better this way. We were different, but better. Jeremiah had moved on He was dating Lacie. It turns out that there little affair in Cabo hadn't just been nothing. At first I was disgusted that he was dating her. I knew it was just to rub salt in the wound; he practically told me as much. After a month of dating Jere finally admitted that he genuinely cared for her. I accepted her and I was happy that she made Jere happy. One particularly drunken night Jere apologized to me. He put his arms around me and sobbed about how sorry he was for everything he said to me on our wedding day. He had leaned back and looked me in the eyes when he said the last part.
"I'm especially sorry for Conrad. He won't let you down Belly. He's so much more than that, I can see that now. He really cares for you Belly-" He then ran off to the bathroom, too sick to finish and he didn't remember the rest in the morning.
Conrad hadn't talked to me since the wedding. There were no phone calls or emails. He didn't want to see me. It made me mad; it infuriated me. Here I was NOT marrying Jeremiah because I thought there was a chance for us, and he refuses to even talk to me. I know it's not because he's too busy he's been talking to his brother and my brother and even my mom! Maybe Jeremiah was right. All Conrad knew how to do was let me down.