Everyone started to exit the arena after an amazing concert. We stayed where we were because we are too cool to leave.
Joking, me? Cool? That doesn't belong in a sentence.
"Ms, Mills?" I heard a voice say behind me, it was in a posh tone however it wasn't Brads voice.
Tristan. My judgement was wrong - Tristan isn't posh.
"Yes, Mr Evans?" I joked along side of him as I exited the wow pit area and into the main stage zone.
"Mr Simpson says, and I quote." He pulled out his phone, "Riley, we have booked Tipton hotel for you and Ava next door to the fabulous daddy and Evans. Be ready for 11- and be ready to get shit faced. Lots of love. Also wear something hot - that won't be hard for you."
"Where's Tipton? And where is my suitcase, is it still in your room?" I asked.
"Mr Simpson made sure everything was sent to your rooms and here is your key." Tristan walked across the staged area to us. Then quickly handed me a key card to room 304.
"We are room 303 and 305." Tristan beamed.
"Okay, Tris. Stop. I donut like this Tristan - I want ugly smelly impolite and a Tristan who is full of innuendoes." I laughed shoving Tristan's shoulder.
"I want donuts." Is all he replied with.
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"Ava I'm scared." I said pulling at my hair.
"Hey! No. No pulling of your hair! That spent ages for me to do! It was very stressful. Especially as some one. Brad! Had! To! Set! The! Time! So! Limited! For! You!" She shouted. Knowingly they were next door.
I just laughed.
10:57
I was wearing a red velvet cropped off top with a black suede skirt and a black heart choker. Also paired with Chelsea boots. My hair was half up half down and curled with a tone of an 80s vibe.
"You look gorgeous. He will get a boner. I bet he's already got a boner right now. Is his dick big? Do you think he's good in sex? What about James? I bet James' is too-"
"No! Stop! I don't want to know about James' willy wolly! And I also refuse to talk about my- about my- well I guess friends willy dilly either." I laughed covering my ears.
There was a knock at the door.
Me and Ava exchanged glances.
She legged it to the door. Luckily I was closest so I grabbed and pulled her back.
"Hey- wow." Brads face dropped as he seen me.
His eyes gliding up and down.
"I was going to make a joke about my, 'willy dilly' if that's what you called it? But my joke went as soon as I saw you." His jaw still slightly opened.
"Oh." Is all I managed to say.
I'm never speechless.
But with him - I'm a stranger to the English language.
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Fanfiction@Backwardcapbrad; I hate it when the younger part of the vamily calls you daddy. I'm like no. Smh. He'd be your sugar daddy. @Thevampsbrad; I'm your daddy, sugar.
