Universe Collision ~Tradley AU

Helping A Stranger Out

Brad's P.O.V

Okay, I know I did wrong. I panicked, what was I supposed to do though?

I was just minding my own buisness.

I was actually having a conversation with my two bestfriends, James and Connor about finally having a car and then this happens.

I bump into a stranger, he said a few things to me, and here I am.

Stopping the police from taking him away.

Why?

I don't know why. But this guy is not bad looking, he's actually quite attractive.

That is not the reason why I wanted to help him out, I just thought it would be the right and generous thing to do.

Right?

The next thing I knew was that I was walking towards the police officers that were holding on to each arm of the blonde lad with shriveled up clothes, and who caught my eye.

Brad, what the hell are you doing!?

"Excuse me officers, but what seems to be the problem over here?" I questioned calmly at the two men, while the guy with vibrant blue eyes had a weirded out expression showed up on his face.

"Do you know this young man?" one of the stern tough adult police referred and pointed at the one who automatically had an offended face at the word, "young man", I wonder why.

"Yes, he's my..." I started off by saying, with all the pairs of eyes staring at me, making me flustered of not knowing what word to use, but I had to think of something quick.

Don't you dare!

"Cousin." I finished off my sentence, mentally hating and face-palming myself of what I have just done, but trying to show a convincing smile.

Simpson what did you just get yourself into!?

Then all three of them raised a brow, with their eyes still on me, making me quite nervous and wanting to sweat bullets now.

"Your cousins?" the other scary man with a bald head, was giving me the suspicious eyes like I have just lied about killing someone.

You didn't kill no one but your still lying to the authorities!

The guy that looked like he was about the same age as me, kept still and silent, waiting to see what would be my response to that question.

"Yes-s." I let a stutter get the best of me, and escape out even if I tried my hardest to act normal and natural, but I still hoped my voice and grin was convincing enough.

Bradley, your toast. Your dead.

"So, you know this guy?" another question was being thrown my way by the same grown up, which only made me anxious that I just wanted to grab this mysterious blondie by the arm, and runaway with no more further questions.

Turning to face this person that I don't know anything about or have not seen before in my life, he hasn't said a word, he was letting me do all the talking, having a weirded out and disgusted image put up.

Here we go again with an another lie.

"Yes-s, officers I do. His-s mom, my aunt-t was actually trying to contact him but couldn't get a reach of him. That is why she sent me to look for him-m.' I tried having a great albi or made up story, explaining to the two with a teethy cheeky grin.