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"I really can't believe you made me do this," he muttered for like the hundredth time.
"Oh shut up, I know you also wanted to do this," I laughed focusing on my task trying not to mess it up.
"But not online, in front of our fans!" he exclaimed pointing towards his laptop that was currently broadcasting as I was straightening his hair out. I had been whining to Bradley about how badly I wanted to see him without his extremely cute curls, and he finally gave in! When the boys find out what we were about to do they made us do it live online, and even though Bradley said no for the first... eighty times, he finally agreed to do it.
"I think everyone is enjoying it, don't be a crybaby," I teased him taking another curl into the ironer.
"I'll look like Joe Jonas in Camp Rock," he huffed crossing his arms on his chest.
"Okay, I'm not going to ask why you know how Joe looked like in that movie, so let's pretend you didn't say anything and you can keep your manhood."
"First, that's a great Disney Channel movie. Second... you are right, let's pretend I never said that." I chuckled nodding to myself. I was sure his fans were dying in front of their laptops watching their idol getting all glammed up and talking about Camp Rock.
"Okay, Mr. Camp Rock, you are almost done," I announced taking care of the last curl. His hair got so long and... weird, I immediately started to laugh when he turned around and I saw my work on his head.
"How do I look?" he winked at me checking himself out in the mirror and then turned to the camera so the fans could admire his beauty.
"Fancy!" I heard Connor comment as he came in grinning at his bandmate.
"You like it?" he asked running his fingers through his new do.
"Totally. You should rock it on the new album cover," he suggested laughing at him.
"You're right. It should be my new image, I'm sure the fans love it!" he said acting like he was being serious and then started to read the comments that were running through the screen. "Well, according to the messages, I should never do this again, so thank you for the great experience, Y/N," he said turning to me.
"To be honest, you really look like Joe Jonas. You were right." I took my phone out and Brad posed for a quick photo. He started to reply to comments while I edited the photo and uploaded it before he could stop me.
"What's the cheesy smile for?" he asked when I sat down next to him on the couch.
"Nothing, but I think you should check my Instagram," I said shrugging innocently. His eyes went wide grabbing his phone from the table.
"Oh my God," he sighed closing his eyes seeing my latest post. I made a montage of his photo and from a photo of Joe Jonas rocking the same hairstyle. They really looked like two long lost twin brothers. "Are you enjoying humiliating your boyfriend?" he asked looking at me trying to convince me that he was hurt by the picture.
"I live for it, baby," I said patting on his thigh and stood up.
"Okay, I think that was enough. Hope you guys won't have nightmares because of how I look right now," he said talking to his audience. "See you guys later, thanks for watching my humiliation, it was a pleasure." Waving into the camera he ended the broadcasting and shut the laptop down. "I'm starting to feel like Joe Jonas," he sighed taking another look of himself in the mirror.
"At least your clothes don't look like the ones he wore in the movie."
"Yeah, my pants are tighter," he nodded pressing his lips into a thin line while I laughed at his self-irony.
"You know, I think half of your fans like you because of your tight pants."
"And what about the other half?" he asked furrowing his eyebrows.
"Oh, they are going for the curls."
"So no one is interested in my voice? That sounds great, I love being the singer of a band," he commented sarcastically. "What about you?" he grinned at me pulling me close to him. "Which team are you in?"
"Me? I'm definitely in team pants."
"It was hard to tell between two ass grabbing," he laughed pressing his lips to mine. He was right, I grabbed his ass often, because I was his girlfriend and because I was obsessed with it. Can't help it.
"And what team are you in?" I raised my eyebrows at him.
"I'm team shut up and kiss your Joe Jonas look-alike boyfriend," he replied before attacking my lips again.
