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Imagine Eleven - Bad For Me (Brad)

Three months is a fairly long time, don't you think? In relationship terms, i'd say it was. Anyway, Brad and I were rapidly approaching three months together, and although people used to say it wouldn't last - him being the popular guy every girl wanted to be with and every guy wanted to be like, and me being.. not that, we'll just say. But we're proving everyone wrong.

It was a typical evening, I was blogging and generally internetting (not a neologism okay)  and my parents were watching tv. Since I had my earphones in catching up with my favourite Youtubers, I didn't notice when my phone started ringing and my parents telling me. They had to literally wave their arms frantically until I eventually noticed them. I was still half-absorbed into watching the video, and didn't entirely notice who it was that was ringing me. "Hello?" I asked casually, ready to initiate a conversation. "Hey Em!" Brad's cheery voice echoed in my ear. I bolted upright, causing my laptop to slip off my lap, and my parents to raise their eyebrows. "Um, hi Brad, what's up?" I tried to act casual still, but I was already shaking and it was obvious to my parents. "Oh is this the fantastical Bradley we've heard so much about?" my mum called from the other end of the room. "I need to meet this guy, make sure he's good enough for my Em!" my dad added, and I sent them a gesture to tell them to shut up. 

"How much of that did you hear.." I cautiously whispered, trying not to show my embarrassment. "All of it.." he sounded reluctant to admit. 'Damn' I whispered under my breath. "I'll come over right now and we'll get this sorted out okay?" he attempted to compromise, and I agreed.. as much as I didn't want to. My dad never approves of anyone, and none of my parents get how I feel about Brad. This won't end well.

A half hour later, after reblogging some posts and replying to some messages on Tumblr, I shut down my laptop and waited anxiously for his arrival. As soon as there was a knock on the door I jumped up in an attempt to run over and open it, but my mum was already there before me. As soon as the door swung open, I silently wished Brad good luck for whatever was going to happen. "Brad! It's so nice to meet you!" my mum announced and pulled Brad in for a hug straight away. "Ugh.." I muttered to myself as I walked into the kitchen, determined to be ahead of my parents in one aspect. Long night ahead, I can see it.

Four hours later, making it 11pm, I was literally ready to die of embarrassment. I was quite disappointed at the fact Brad and I had no alone time, and it was increasingly harder for that to happen due to my hectic college schedule and Brad's band commitments. Overall the night - despite my predictions - was amazing, everyone got on really well and I was fairly confident my dad would approve.

"I don't think you should see him anymore, Em. He's bad news" my dad said to me, and I felt my expression drop, and clenched my fists. I was right all along. "Why.." I asked slowly, I was really annoyed and didn't want to particularly show it. "We're just looking out for you, Emily. You know it's all in your best interests" my mum added, and I sighed. "Is nobody actually bothered how I feel?" I whisper shouted, and none of them seemed to be phased. "We're sorry Emily. You're not to see him anymore" one of them concluded, I didn't care to listen to which. Without a response, I stormed upstairs, slamming every door in my way. It had been a while since I had a full-on tantrum, and there was no better time to show it, in my opinion.

After around ten minutes of sobbing into my pillow, my phone vibrated next to me. Not caring who it was, I unlocked the screen and read the message.

'Don't worry my love, i've got this. Don't you worry xx'

Brad's text confused me right from the start. It must have been obvious to everyone but me that the night didn't go as well as it could have. Without replying - I knew by now Brad was the worst at texting back - I sat and waited for the mysterious plan to unfold. I had no idea what to expect so simply sat in anticipation. A few minutes later, there was another knock at the door. Since I had no desire to answer it, I dived onto the landing and positioned myself between two of the mini pillars on the stairs so I had a clear view of the door. Once it opened, stood there were two of Brad's best friends and bandmates - Connor and Tristan. I knew this must be the start of the sneaky plan, and silently prayed that my parents didn't know who they were.

They didn't seem to, which was a relief. "Excuse me, sorry to bother you, but could you possibly help my brother and I out?" Connor asked and gestured to hiself and Tristan. "Least convincing brothers ever.." I muttered to myself, but my parents followed them outside nevertheless. Of course locking the door behind them. I had no idea where my key was, either. I was kind of left wondering what the rest of their fake story was, but there was bigger things to worry about. I was racking my brain of another way to sneak out, then it hit me. During my rebellious 14 year old period, I used to sneak out all the time by climbing down the trellis - narrowly avoiding the vines growing on top of them. I think it was time to revisit fourteen year old Emily.

As if he knew, Brad was outside of my bedroom window on the back garden. "Care to join me?" he shouted through a whisper, given the time of night. "You're going to catch me? There's a particularly spiky nettle patch at the bottom which i'd like to miss" I replied, and he seemed to think intently for a few seconds. He then gestured to someone I couldn't see, and then his other best friend and bandmate James appeared next to him. "He is" Brad concluded with a cheeky smile. I was quite relieved to be honest, since James was a lot taller than Brad. I climbed down the trellis with no problem until I reached the nettle patch, then fell back safely into James' arms. He then placed me securely on the ground and then I felt Brad's arms wrap around my waist, and soft kisses being placed on the nape of my neck. 

I couldn't help but smile, I mean this was pretty near perfect. "Ready for a night of adventure?" he whispered directly in my ear. "Always. You're so bad for me" I replied with a soft laugh. "But it feels so good" was the delivered response, and then we walked hand in hand into the darkness of the night.

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Yes, I was listening to 'Bad For Me' by Megan and Liz whilst writing this imagine - which took a fair while - and yeah the last few pieces of dialogue are based on it, obviously with the context changed.. If you haven't heard it, go listen to it then you'll understand.

xoxoxox