So this is my first SITP fanfic. I read them all in two days and they were AMAZING. Partially the reason I love them so much is because the characters in the book can all relate to my life. I have a real life Cam, a real life Jeremiah, a real life Conrad. It's crazy.

Chapter 1

I was getting fed up with the people I was sitting with on the plane. I mean, sure I was flying coach. I was expecting a terrible flight, but not this bad. There was that gross five year old behind me, kicking my seat, and the fat guy on my left that kept snoring. There was only one thing stopping me from going crazy on them. Conrad.

The first letter I got from him, I was a little surprised. Surprised he took the time to write to me, and surprised he sounded like the old Conrad. For the first couple letters, I told myself he was just pure trouble. He was going to break my heart again. But there was this one letter that I just had to write back. The Christmas letter.

I remember the day I got that letter because I was planning on going to a party with some of my Spain friends, but when I read the letter, I decided to stay home. I wanted to write back to him as soon as possible. I remember sitting in my dorm, pen and paper, with so many things I could tell him. I could tell him all about Benito and how he was my gay Spanish guy friend and nothing had ever happened between us. I could tell him all the funny things that happened in Spain. I could tell him about my sour patch kids expedition. But I didn't know what- rather how to say it. So I sent back my short reply.

The letters kept me going. I had them in my backpack I had carried onto the plane in an envelope, along with Junior Mint, the half eaten bag of sour patch kids Conrad had sent me, and Susannah's letter. I remember the day I my mom gave the letter to me, back when Jeremiah and I were engaged. Since then I had kept it close to me at all times.

Jeremiah and I had come to mutual agreement that getting married at that age was just crazy. We broke off the engagement and tried to go back to dating again afterwards, but it just wasn't the same. He never looked at me the same, he didn't joke around as much. We had lost our spark, with no way to get it back. So we broke up.

That year I broke up with Jeremiah I asked my professor about studying abroad and in a matter of days I was on a plane to Spain to start a new life. Or so I thought. No matter how many times I tried to forget my past life, Conrad's letters and memories of Jeremiah and Susannah, long distance calls from Steven, and care packages from mom always found their way to me. And I knew it'd be impossible to start new again.

That didn't mean I couldn't make any new friends. Anika had come to Spain with me actually, but didn't fly home with me because she had a boyfriend in Spain she wanted to spend the summer with. I had asked Taylor if she wanted to study abroad with me but she just told me "I'm more of a Paris kinda girl, don't ya think?" and I left her behind. I had met a couple new friends, mostly boys, but none fo them gave me the time of day.

I remember one boy, Diego, tried to send me a love letter before was good at Spanish. I had miss translated it so I thought it said "You remind me of rotten eggs" and I got mad at him. Finally Anika pointed out that it actually said "You remind me of lovely flowers" and by the time I tried to fix things between us, it was too late. It seemed to always work that way. Whenever I tried to fix something, it was always too late.

So now, after my sophmore year of college, I was headed home to see the family. And mostly Conrad. Definatley Conrad.

The plane lurched forward, the wheels hitting the pavement, knocking me out of my daze. I poked the fat man a couple times so he'd wake up and move so I could leave. When he finally did wake up, he woke up with an exclamation of something like "Bacon!"

I grabbed my backpack and walked out of the plane, through the tunnel and to the baggage claim. I picked up my bag and continued outside. The first thing that hit me was he bright sunshine and the different air. It was warm here, no doubt, but Spain was HOT.

Then I was hit by a big hug. When my vision focused, I saw that it was Taylor. "OhmygoodnessImissedyousomuch ahhhhh" she ran her words together when she was excited. When she stopped hugging me, Steven and my mother hugged me. It was good to be home.

I dropped all my bags so that I could hug them both. When Steven hugged me, he squeezed me as tight as he could and swung me back and forth. "Belly Button's home!" he chanted.

"Belly Button can't breathe" I gasped. He laughed and placed me back on the ground. He didn't look much different, just had a bit more stuble on his face. "Beard's comin in nicely" I joked. My mom rushed forward and hugged me then.

"I missed you so much, mom" I said in a soft voice.

"I missed you too" she said, muffling her voice in my hair. I pulled out of the hug.

"Gosh, you're gonna make me cry" I laughed, wiping away the tears. "Let's go" I was eager to leave the airport. It felt like I was being weighed back to Spain by that airport.

And then I saw Conrad and Jeremiah, not speaking to each other. They just silently stuffed the bags I had dropped into the back of my mother's car. Jeremiah was definatley more muscular, and it seemed s though he had his football tan back. I guess after we broke up he pursued his dream of playing college football. His blonde hair was shaggy, past his ears, and his green eyes were dull. Until he saw me. They flared a bright green for a second and then dulled again.

"Hey Belly" he said, walking over and giving me a hug.

"Hey Jere!" I sounded more excited then he did. "So great to see you"

"you too" he smiled and followed the rest of the people into mom's car as I walked over to Conrad. He was in the middle of closing the hatch door when he saw me. He picked me up roughly and twirled me around and I couldn't help laughing.

"Belly Button!" he put me back ont he ground and I placed my hands on my hips.

"I told you, it's Isabelle Conklin." I corrected.

"Not to me" he smirked, finishing closing the hatch. "You look great" he smiled. I knew he was lying. I probably looked horrible, deprived of sleep, probably still sunburned from my last day in Spain, and wearing my athletic shorts and sweatshirt. I probably looked like a hobo. But it's the thoguht that counts.

"You do too" I motioned towards him. He had obviously been working out.

"Ha, thanks" he looked at me for a long moment and I just looked at the ground. "We should probably get in the car" he blushed.

"Yeah" I agreed and opened up the back seat door. The back seat was totally cramped.

"You're driving" Steven told me. I climbed up in the drivers seat, my mom in the passenger seat.

"I haven't driven in forever." I admitted. "We drive bikes everywhere in Spain." and everyone laughed, which sounded amazing. That I had caused everyone to laugh.

People in Spain had dry senses of humor.