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Me: is anyone off college today? I'm sick
Brad: I am
Jack: I'm on my lunch
Me: cool. I have someone to talk to.
Brad: what do you look like?
Me: brown hair, brown eyes, kinda tall I guess??
Brad: what's your Twitter? I'll just look there
Me: yeah it's @ bradsuglyhat
Me: ta da.
Brad: what's wrong with Brad's hat?
Me: that white white one he spilt red wine on was so horrendous, karma got him eventually.
Brad: oh... I liked that hat
Brad: found a selfie of you. It took me bladdy ages
Me: oh god. I probably look terrible.
Brad: no you don't you look...
Me: I look what?
Brad: you look uh
Brad: hold on one sec

***

Brad ran his hand through his hair. Damn, she was beautiful. But he couldn't say anything, at least not to her. He sighed softly and looked up as James walked through the door.
"Hey, B." James smiled, sitting down on the couch, messing on his phone.
"Hey James, have you seen the group chat?" Brad asked, worry building in his stomach.
"No, I'll look now." James opened the tab on his iPhone and read the messages, face palming internally at how awkward his friend was being.
"Mate, what're you doing?" James questioned the curly haired boy, who looked at his lap in shame.
"I l-like her, okay James. I know I barely know her, but she's so nice and funny." Brad spoke, finally admitting it to himself and his bandmate.
"Seriously Brad, you're gonna have to get out of this mess, and you have to do it quickly." James told the younger boy, who nodded determinedly.

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Me: Brad?
Brad: yep
Me: you okay?
Me: you never finished your sentence before.
Brad: oh right
Brad: you're very pretty
Me: thanks?
Libby: AW
Me: oh hello
Libby: I ship you two
Me: get out
Megan: Brad and Autumn sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g
Me: oh my god no
Brad: erm so I'm gonna go
Me: byeeeee

Brad muted this conversation

Megan: he likes you Autumn
Me: yeah right
Libby: yeah, she is right.
Me: no no no no
Evie: in other news, it's 44 days until we meet
Me: yay !!