Perfectly Imperfect | Breece ( DISCONTINUED )

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Blake's pov.

I put my phone down and look to George then Reece.

- Would you support me with anyone? I look to Reece, who shrugged.

- As long as he makes you happy Blake. I need to know if, who you are seeing or whatever, makes you happy. Because, your happiness is all that matters to me. He smiles.

- Wait? You're already seeing someone? George asked.

- No, but if I was, and it was someone we're all close to, you boys wouldn't mind? I ask looking to Reece and George.

- If this, person we are close to, brings you joy and isn't a bad influence on you, then, this person is welcome to be your boyfriend. But once he hurts you, I won't be as nice. George says with a serious tone.

- Who is this person you're talking about? Reece asks looking to me. I look back to him, roll my eyes and sigh.

- Does it matter?

- It actually does. George says looking to me taking a sip of his drink.

- It's, uh, I really don't think he would be okay with me saying it.

- Just fucking say it. Reece says hitting my arm.

- Brad. I say quickly looking to Reece.

- Simpson? George laughs.

- Like the small dude in the Vamps? Reece laughs.

- Yeah. I chuckle.

- Like Bradley Will Simpson? George says surprised.

- Well, fucking Brad. I say shrugging my shoulders.

George looks to his phone laughing.

- Okay well, I need to go take care of your child. George smiles standing up.

- Be careful with her please. Reece smiles.

- I will. And if Brad isn't careful with you, Blake, I will punch him. He says pointing at me then walking out.

- Really? Reece laughs looking to me. Brad is the best you can think of?

- What? He was the only single guy I could think of. I wasn't going to name you, and couldn't name Drew, Levi, Con, Brad was the only single guy coming to mind. I laugh, trying to explain why I named Brad.

- But still, Brad. He laughs loudly.

- Well what. I laugh. He's a good looking guy. I smile to him.

- I'm better looking right?

- Of course. I smile kissing his nose.

- How the fucking hell are we going to explain that to Brad?

- It's not like George is going to talk to him. I say looking to the door as I hear a familiar voice.

- Fuck you're an idiot Tristan. Brad said hitting him.

- Aye Brad!? Reece yelled. I look to Reece with wide eyes.

- Reecey boy and Blakey boy, what's up. He sits in front of us smiling.

- Can you do something for me? Reece asked.

- Reece, I will stab you. I say looking to him.

Brad looked to the both of us confused.

- What's this about mate? Brad asked looking to Reece.

- Yeah Blake, what's this about? Reece smiled at me. Brad looked to me, even more confused than before.