Winner ▪️ Tradley

0.4

It may seem weird, but most of the time the worst dickheads are pretty sweet when they're alone.

*

The day at school just ended.
At every break Bradley could see Tristan staring at him.
I mean, more than ever.

Usually Tristan was trying to at least hide the fact that he was observing, but not today.
He even waved to Brad once, what made the other two laugh so hard, that they couldn't catch a breath.

Obviously Brad had to wave back, because he couldn't be rude to the blonde, if he wanted to win a bet.

"So, bradley boy, where are you taking your new boyfriend tonight?" James asked, pulling his football shoes out of the locker.

"Maybe to some club? Oh, or maybe to the cinema, you would have a perfect occasion to kiss him!" Connor joked, as he puckered up his lips and started pretending that he's kissing with someone.

Bradley rolled his eyes, slamming his locker and curiously looking at his friends.
He started at them for a while, before he said:

"i have a better plan, I'm sure our little gay boy will love it" he smirked, stopping himself from laughing out loud.

*

From: Bradley: "I'll pick you up at 10, be ready"
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Tristan's stomach suddenly became a true gymnast after reading the text from Brad.
He even wanted to print this and hang on the wall in his bedroom.

He was so happy.
He couldn't believe, he was going out with the dark haired boy.
He always wanted to talk to him and go out with him somewhere.
And now it all was happening, like his 11:11 wishes suddenly became true.
Did they?

Tristan didn't know, where are they going, so he had a trouble with picking the clothes to wear.
Finally he decided to dress up in a black t-shirt with stars pattern on and black skinny jeans, as usual.

He looked in the mirror, smoothing the t-shirt a little bit.
Must admit that he was pretty nervous.
He wanted to look his best for Brad, to make him fall in love with him.

The blonde looked at the clock that was hanging on his bedroom wall.
It was 9:30pm.

He happily sat on his bed, smiling so wide and then lying down.
Tristan couldn't help the butterflies inside his stomach.
They were doing really weird things in there, but the only thing he was thinking about now was Bradley.

*

When 10 pm ultimately hit on the clock, tris run down the stairs to put on his black vans.

"mom, I'm going out with a friend!" He screamed to his mom, that was lying on the sofa in the living room.

"at 10pm? Where are you going?" She asked, as she got up from the sofa and went to her son.

"Uhm, we're just going to eat something " tris smiled, checking if his phone is in the pocket of his jeans "I have my phone, so don't worry "

Tristan's mom was staring at him for a while, but then she just kissed her son on the forehead and hugged him.

"Have fun tris, please be careful" she said, smoothing his sleeve.

"Its alright mom, I'm nineteen, remember?" They both smiled, and then Tristan get out of his house, happy to see the silver porshe standing in front of him.

With a really handsome driver inside of it.