The doorbell went. Brad cringed at the sound of it. He sat there, he could hear his heart in his ears and wouldn't be surprised if Connor could hear too.
Connor nudged his trembling body. "Go on, Brad remember it's just Tris. He's your friend, plus he likes you anyway..." Brad swallowed and nodded and before he knew it he was up and at the door. He opened it, to come face to face, with a slightly annoyed Tristan. Brad didn't say anything, just stepped back allowing the older boy to step in, roughly brushing his shoulder as he did so.
Tristan stood there looking at Brad expectantly. "So?" Said Tristan. "You're excuse for asking my girlfriend to hook up with you is..."
"Oh shut up!" Said Brad, anger filling inside of him. "You were going to break up with her anyway, because you think you might be bisexual and you're really confused and I didn't even ask her to hook up with me anyway so I actually do not owe you any explanation or apology." Brad breathed, as Tristan stared at him.
"Did Connor-"
"No! No, no he didn't tell me, I was a complete twat and sat on the staircase listening to your conversation." Said Brad.
"So you heard when I said about- you know... about you?" Said Tristan. Brad nodded. "And now that I know about you, Con says it's only fair you know that for the past few months I've been having... dreams."
Tristan had to bite his lip, to stop himself from laughing. Brad blushed.
He stepped closer, shyly. "Con also said that I should do something else."
Tristan swallowed. "Um really?"
"Yeah, I did say that." Said Connor appearing at the door. Brad turned and glared at his friend, who walked back inside hands up in surrender.
Brad turned back to Tristan and before the pair had time to think about it, Brad was on his toes leaning up towards Tristan. The moment their lips met, Brad nearly passed out. He was doing it, he was kissing him. Tristan kissed him back, passionately.
Suddenly there was a flash and Brad stumbled back from Tristan rubbing his eyes.
"What the hell?" Said Brad, opening his eyes to see purple dots everywhere.
"Oh god I didn't realize the flash was on." Said Connor, fumbling with a camera.
"What?! Why were you taking photos?"
The purple dots faded and Brad could see a tear rolling down Connor's face. Brad stared. "You were crying?"
"What?! It's happy and-" He started sobbing and Brad walked over giving his friend a hug.
Brad heard a cough behind him, he turned and Connor wiped his eyes.
"So what does this make us, exactly?" Asked Tristan, his eyes looking round the room. Brad looked down playing with his sleeves. "Well, we could give it a go as like a relationship... If you want."
"I'd love to." Said Tristan. Brad smiled, but Connor only began sobbing again.
_________________
A/n
How you doinnnnn'
Sorry I haven't updated in a while
But HEY smut next chapter 😏
How you guys liking the new album??
Any of you going to the tour? I am :)))
Comment and vote
Byeeeeee x
YOU ARE READING
Dreams {Tradley}
FanfictionBrad has repetitive dreams, about a certain somebody. But the dreams are becoming more and more embarrassing to the point where Brad can hardly look at his band mate without blushing, crimson red.