Oh wow, the eternal 'The Summer I Turned Pretty' debate! Team Conrad has this brooding, mysterious charm that’s straight out of a classic romance novel—like Darcy from 'Pride and Prejudice' but with surfboards. He’s the slow burn, the one who makes you ache because he’s terrible at communicating but so obviously in love. Jeremiah? Sunshine personified. He’s the guy who brings you pancakes after you cry over Conrad. But here’s the thing: Conrad’s love feels like it’s carved into his bones, messy and permanent. Jeremiah’s love is warm and easy, but does it have that same depth? I’ve re-read the books a dozen times, and Conrad’s quiet ‘I’ll always come back for you’ wrecks me every time.
That said, Jeremiah’s growth in the later books is chef’s kiss. He’s not just the comic relief—he becomes this layered, resilient person. But Conrad? He’s the storm you can’t look away from. If you want butterflies and angst, go Conrad. If you want a love that feels like summer vacation, pick Jere. Me? I’m Team Conrad, but I’ll defend Jeremiah stans to the death.