Saturday 18th October 2014
Dear Diary,
We had to go to school today to revise for our exams. But we had half day so I walked to Brad's lesson and waited for him to exit the classroom. When he saw me he smiled and pulled his sweater sleeves over his hands. He was wearing white skinny jeans and a light blue sweater that looked way too big for him. He wore some baby blue converse which meant he didn't look as feminine as he usually does. After we exchanged greetings we walked to the cafe in town.
Lunch was amazing! We found out loads about eachother. His favourite colour is pastel pink as he says it's a very pretty colour and that it's more feminine, like him. I told him he was also very pretty like pink. I don't know anything about makeup but I can tell it wasn't the pink stuff you put on your cheeks that made his cheeks red when I complimented him.
He said he could tell my favourite colour was Red because it's quite a stereotypical boys colour. He said that because I play football for the school that I'm a typical fuck boy. I told him I'm not and that he should trust me and he put his delicate pinky out and connected it with mine. After we finished lunch I walked him to the bus stop and we stood in the shelter away from the rain. When his bus came we said goodbye and I waited for him to get on the bus and sit down before I turned, waving once more and then walked home in the pouring rain. But despite the shit weather, I felt happy because he makes me happy.
I'm sat at home and I can feel a cold coming on and I have football practice tomorrow for the game on Monday so I should probably rest.
Love Tristan xxxx
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Pretty | Tradley AU
FanfictionHe was pretty and he loved it. He loved the feeling of women's clothes. He loved the stroke of a brand new mascara against his long, beautiful eyelashes that his sparkling eyes shimmered beneath. I felt myself falling more everyday. And I loved that.
