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brother's best friend ~ tristan evans 1

being brad simpson's little sister had its perks sometimes. today i was watching the boys rehearse for their next concert this week. "y/n, can you do me a favour for the show?" brad asked, jumping off the stage after they had finished the next song. i looked up, nodding to him slightly, noticing tristan's attention was just on us. "i need you to help with outfits." he smiled at me, ruffling my hair. "why?"i asked, swatting his hand away, fixing my hair. "cos you're good with outfits." he reasoned, walking off. i sighed, picking up the phone to ring my best friend, telling her that i couldn't make it for drinks on friday.

friday night-
i'd finished getting three out of the four men's outfits done, and tristan was next. i knocked on his dressing room door, his clothes in my other hand. "come in." he called. i entered the dressing room, sending him a small smile. "go stick it on, i wanna see what it looks like." he nodded, walking off into the bathroom to change. "y/n, are you sure about this?" he asked, unlocking the door. "i dunno, i can't see through walls, evans." i groaned, the man now entering the room. i smiled at the outfit. "roll cuffs on the jeans." i advised, leaning back into the sofa. he did as he was told, standing up straight after doing so. i walked over to, unbuttoning the top two buttons on the shirt, before fixing the collar. he didn't once take his eyes off my movements, as i stood back to admire the outfit. "where's your chain?" i asked, finally making eye contact with him. he walked off, grabbing it and handing it to me. "turn round, tris." i instructed, standing on my tippy toes to reach. after i fastening the chain, i patted his back, indicating i was finished. tristan turned to face me, smirking.
"why are you looking at me like that?" i asked, tilting my head slightly. the man said nothing, but continued to observe my features. "you're beautiful." he finally said, tucking some of my hair behind my ear. "tris.." i started, but he cut me off my gently planting his lips against mine. pulling away i sighed. "tris, you're one of my brother's best friends. i can't do that." i told him, sending the man a small smile before leaving.

after the show-
i was heading to brad's dressing room when i was dragged into a room, backwards. the door was slammed shut and locked, my eyes falling on the bracelets of the person behind me. "tris.." i tried, but i was interrupted as he spun me around. "i don't care what your brother thinks of us, y/n. i want you. i've known you for a long time and i don't want to have to keep pretending i'm just friends with you when i want more." he told me, holding my hands in his. "i want to be able to call you mine." he smiled, as i felt my cheeks heat up. "please." he added, making me laugh. "god, tristan evans, you will be the death of me." i groaned, leaning up to press my lips against his.