Brad:
"Tell me again why you've suddenly developed this interest in playing the guitar?" You ask your younger sister.
"I just feel like it would be cool ok!" She says in her usual bratty tone of voice.
You roll your eyes, not at all enjoying having to sit in a sitting room and wait with your little sister for her guitar instructor to finish up with his last lesson. And as if it wasn't bad enough that you had to be woken up just to get her here early.
You look up when you hear a door open.
You watch to see who comes out, expecting to see either an old man with gray hair, puckered lips, and glasses, or a dirty musician off the streets with a matted beard and long hair.
You're surprised, to say the least, when this Mr. Simpson is a boy who looks to be around your age, give or take a few years.
He's got curly brown hair and big brown eyes. You'd be lying if you said he wasn't the most beautiful guy you'd seen in a long, long time.
"Hi, I'm Mr. Simpson, but you can call me Bradley or Brad; either one is fine" he says, extending his hand out to you.
"I'm (Y/N)." You say, shaking his hand. "This is my sister, (Y/S/N). She'll be taking the lesson today"
Your sister waves and introduces herself before eagerly skipping into the room, Brad walking behind her.
After an hour, the lesson is over and Brad and your sister come out of the room where the lessons were held.
"So how'd it go?" You try to seem interested, more for Brad than for your sister.
"It was so so fun! Bradley played some of the songs he plays with his band just for me!" She says excitedly.
Brad smiles.
"So you're in a band?" You say, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah, I am" he says. "We aren't too big yet but I like to think we're pretty good. I do a bit of singing in it as well" he adds rather confidently.
'He is absolutely perfect', you think to yourself.
By this time, your sister has already taken your car keys and gone to sit and wait in the car, leaving you and Brad alone in the waiting room.
"I'd love to hear some of your music" you say, hoping you're not sounding too eager.
"Well why don't we exchange numbers and I can invite you over to my place sometime for a band practice" he says before grabbing a pen and writing his number on a napkin.
"Call me?" He says as he hands you the napkin.
"Sure" you smile, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks.
You start to pick up your bag and head out when you hear Brad call out your name, causing you to turn around.
"Yeah?"
"You don't only have to come over to hear my band rehearse. We could hang out sometime if you'd like" he says smiling.
"I'd like that" you smile back, the same smile never leaving your face the entire drive back home.
Connor:
"Come on (Y/N)! You know it'll be heaps fun." Your best friend tries to convince you to go to some last minute party.
"Why do you even want to go anyway? We don't like Bekka, remember." You remind your friend that the host of this party is probably the bitchiest girl in school and that both of you hate her.
"Yeah I know but she throws the best parties! Come on, pleeeeeaaaasssseeee" she begs.
"Oh alright. But if I'm not enjoying myself then you have to let me leave" you negotiate.
"Deal. Now put this on" she says, throwing a skimpy, tight, red dress with full lace sleeves at you.
"You want me to wear this?" you ask, inspecting the piece of fabric that looks more like a tube top than a dress.
"Yes! You'll look hot in it" she says, smiling whilst pushing you into the bathroom so you can put on the dress.
Once you've got it on, you walk out, feeling like a slurry.
"You look amazing!" (Y/BFF/N) says, smiling at you.
"This dress barely covers my ass, (Y/BFF/N), I can't wear this out in public!" You say, trying to pull the dress down over your butt.
"Our dresses are the same length (Y/N)" she says, pulling at the hem of her dress to prove it to you.
You sigh. "Fine. Lets just get this over with".
She eagerly takes your arm and pulls you down the stairs, causing you to have to run in your 10 centimetre heels.
When you pull up into Bekkas parking lot, you can already tell what kind of party this is.
There are guys running around without shirts on, climbing onto the roof and on top of parked cars with bottles of beer clenched in their hands.
You hesitantly open the car door and step out, after your friend is already out and talking to some guy who doesn't seem quite as hammered as the ones who are half naked in the front yard.
You follow (Y/BFF/N) and the guy into the house. It's dark, hot, loud, crowded, and on top of that, the whole place reeks of alcohol. There are twice as many people inside as there are outside.
"Heyyy! I-I'm Sarah. H-how wasted am I?!!" A blonde girl slurs her words, stumbling down the steps.
You ignore her as you keep walking up the stairs, trying to find a place that doesn't reek of alcohol and sweaty bodies.
You go through the crowded hallways and come across a closed door.
You open it slightly, checking to make sure it isn't occupied.
When you see no one is there, you go in and shut the door behind you before making your way to the balcony.
It's nice and quiet out there aside from the muffled sound of the music playing inside.
You jump slightly when you hear the door open.
You turn around to see a guy who looks to be about 17, around your age.
He's not that tall, but he is taller than you. His hair is styled in a light brown quiff. His eyes are a beautiful colour blue.
"Oh sorry, I didn't know anyone was in here" he says, standing in the doorway that leads out to the balcony.
"Oh it's fine. I just came up here to be somewhere quiet" you say, blushing a bit. This guy is really, really attractive.
"So you're not the party type either? I was dragged here by a friend of mine." He says, walking outside and standing next to you, leaning on the balcony.
"Same here" you laugh.
"I'm Connor" he says, extending his hand to you.
"I'm (Y/N)" you say, shaking his hand.
"(Y/N)" he repeats. "What a beautiful name for a beautiful girl" he says, making you blush.
