"How many eggs go in this?" Brad asked, searching the fridge for ingredients.
"I don't know." You mumbled, mouth full of chocolate chips, flipping through your newly bought magazine.
"Oh, come on (Y/N). We promised Connor these cookies. And stop eating that chocolate!" You just shrugged and picked up the printed recipe.
"Three eggs." You mumbled "And I will not stop eating the chocolate."
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Bradley Simpson Imagines | Book II. ☁
FanfictionThe title says it all • Second book of my BSI. Requests are always open √ | Instructions on the previous book | Generally Updated. °