always || bws

Seven

Weeks have flown by and both are still a wreck, they both have different coping mechanisms; Wednesday keeps it all inside and Brad keeps most if it inside, he only keeps in what makes him feel pathetic. However, the difference between the two concealing their emotions is that Brad doesn't let his feelings eat him up and slowly kill him; he actually talks to people. Wednesday, on the other hand, she doesn't tell anyone, not uttering a single word about her feelings. She allows the monsters inside her feed on all of her emotions, regret and insecurities. Soon, the tiny little monsters causing havoc inside of her brain, having slight control of her actions, will turn into one giant monster that will take over Wednesday completely. She isn't fighting it, she isn't preventing its birth. Instead she's feeding it, she's allowing it to grow.

Brad gets off of the phone to his mum, having his daily rant and her attempting to solve it. He's slowly been getting better and the only reason why, is that he's been reassuring himself that after this tour, he will once again be with the love of his life. It's been a month and not a day has flown by where he doesn't think about the hazel eyed beauty and her cute little "posh" accent he came to adore. He always joked with her about her accent but as soon as he actually believed he was hurting her feelings, he would shower her in complements and apologies but secretly she loved his teasing and would do anything and everything to be able to hear it once more.

Wednesday gets out of the shower, she's became too weak to stand therefore resulting in her having to sit. She's became too weak for anything and everything, spending most of her days staring up at the ceiling hating herself and reminiscing.

You might think she's acting stupid, thinking that she was the one that broke it off in the first place so why is she acting like this? But the thing is, when you're in love you do anything to make the person you love happy and if that means breaking your heart into a million, tiny pieces then so be it.

The two of them love to think back to the times they were together even if it wasn't necessarily the good times, they were still together and that's all that matters. They were thinking of the numerous amounts of kisses they shared, the multiple arguments they had, how they felt when they traced the fine lines of their skin memorising each and every imperfection like the scar on Brad's neck from when Wednesday had accidently hit her tooth against his neck during a play fight. She felt so bad that she bought him five tubs of his favourite Ben and Jerry's Cookie Dough Ice Cream and let him watch whatever he wanted on the TV, no matter how much she hated it.

They also remembered their first argument that involved their feelings towards one another.

"Leave me alone, Brad." Wednesday says, she had just witnessed Brad kissing another girl and although she had no right to be jealous or mad at him, it still hurt like a bitch.

"Wednesday, what have I done?" He impatiently asks, he was getting quite fed up of her mood swings lately and it couldn't be put down to lady problems, he tracked her flow.

She ignores him, wandering through the house. She was surrounded by people yet she was looking for that certain person Brad absolutely hated. He was beyond confused, he was kissing a girl that Wednesday told him to "go for" and when they pulled away he saw her staring at him with narrowed eyes as she mouthed "fuck you" with a single tear rolling down her cheek.

The truth is he didn't want that other girl, he wanted Wednesday but when she told him to get her, he did. After that single sentence all hope of them getting together flew out the window so he kissed the girl but he hated every minute of it. He would much rather be kissing Wednesday but he thought all she saw him as was a friend however that was anything but the truth. He kissed that other girl to try and move on but how could he ever move on from someone like Wednesday?

"What haven't you done wrong?" Wednesday retorts, pushing through the crowd before her eyes find the one person she was looking for.

"You're so fucking difficult, you tell me to do something then you get all pissy when I do it." He rolls his eyes, he was very irritated to say the least.

Jack stared at Wednesday with a smirk as she walked towards him, yet Brad had the total opposite on his face, he had a scowl.

She sat on Jack's lap before crashing their lips together. It was a horrible kiss, their mouths were totally not in sync and the amount of saliva going into her mouth was disgusting. Their teeth clashed a couple of times and Wednesday wondered how so many girls wanted him, he was a terrible kisser and she hated every moment of it. She wanted it to be Brad but obviously he didn't want to kiss her, she thought.

She pulls away with a sigh of relief, thankful that the monstrosity was over. She stood up from his lap, wiping the saliva from her mouth with a grimace on her face but turning around with a smirk.

Bradley was stood there with the most disgusted and hurt look on his face. She knew how much he hated Jack, he had bullied him all throughout his life and his last girlfriend (who Wednesday despised) cheated on him with Jack.

"You're such a bitch, why am I even friends with you." Brad spat before storming away from her and out of the house.

He was beyond angry but his chest was hurting and his stomach was raging with jealousy. How could Wednesday not realise how infatuated he is with her?

His words hit Wednesday right in the heart yet she followed after him, she wasn't done.

"It hurts doesn't it?" She yelled, following him outside the house.

"You just made out with the one person I wish death upon. You're supposed to be my best friend!" He exclaims, turning to face her.

"You started it! You kissed that absolute slag right in front of my eyes!"

"I don't understand you, Wednesday. You told me to kiss her and now you act like I've gone and cheated on you. We aren't together and we never will be." He shouts before going to turn away.

Him saying that they weren't together hurt him a lot, it was like swallowing sandpaper. His throat burned after that sentence.

Tears begin to fall from Wednesday's eyes.

"Fuck you, Brad." She whimpered, reality smacking her in the face.

"Fuck you right back."

Wednesday stormed up to Brad, placing her hand roughly on his shoulder spinning him around and firmly placing her lips on his for the second time in their lives.

And of course Brad kissed back.