chapter thirty four

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Christmas is almost here, three weeks to be precise. The other day Brad and I went to the cinema, then afterwards we went to Nando's - he said it's because we haven't really had a proper date. It was cute, it was nice to spend time with him and have a laugh; he mainly laughed at me as I stacked it up the stairs in the cinema room. I have to admit, it was hilarious but highly embarrassing.

"IT'S THREE WEEKS UNTIL SANTA COMES!" I heard a high-pitched scream from the kitchen. My eyebrows knitted together before I burst out laughing. Brad runs in the living room - shirtless, and no trousers. Just his boxers and a beanie? What a queer child. I stared at him while laughing as he danced around the living room; he climbed onto the small table and pretended to have a microphone in his hand.

"What on earth are you doing?!" I managed to choke out. Brad smiled and let out a giggle before answering.

"I'm embracing my excitement for Santa," He grinned. I was laughing so much I had fallen onto the floor, Brad jumped down from the table and hopped on the couch where I had previously sat. He turned up the music that was playing on the tv and started to sing.

"I..... I DON'T KNOW THE WORRRRDS!" He shouted. I couldn't stop laughing, my stomach actually hurts from laughing so much.

"Brad, stop I'm going to be sick from laughing!" I held onto my stomach, still giggling at him every now and then.

"Did you seriously just ask me to stop being excited for Santa? How DARE you disrespect him! No presents under the tree for you!" Brad grabbed the tv remote and pointed it at me, I shook my head and laughed. He sped off the couch and ran into the hallway, shouting and screaming god knows what - but I'm not complaining because that was hilarious.

After a few minutes of getting myself together, I pulled myself back up on the couch and searched for a programme to watch. The sound of footsteps coming down the stairs caused Pip to start barking. She wandered into the living room and climbed on the couch next to me, she tucked her head into her paws and lay down next to me. Brad came back with a blue knitted jumper and some sweatpants on; what happened to him running around half naked about five minutes ago? He seems so calm now! I almost burst out laughing at the thought. I let out a little chuckle as Brad sat down on the other side of me.

"What are you laughing at?" He asked with a smug look on his face. I laughed again and shook my head.

"You! What the hell was that all about?" I looked at him and waited for a reply.

"I don't know what you're on about," He muttered, grabbing the remote off me and he looked for something to watch instead.

"Of course you do, dumbass!" I lightly shoved him which only made him push me back. I raised my brow at him and said;

"You want a fight, Simpson?" I said with a smirk. His grin grew wider, he threw the remote onto the smaller chair that is near the window. He turned back to me and replied;

"I'm going to win, so there's no point in fighting!" It's like a seven year old has taken over his brain!

"Ugh, whatever," I rolled my eyes and focused on the tv, not that it's interesting anyway. It was nice and quiet until Brad interrupted - no surprise.

"I'm bored!" He whined, shrugging his shoulders. He looked at me with a pout, "Make me un-bored," I gave him a 'wtf' look and shuffled more to the left - away from him.

"Go back to school, child," Brad's mouth opened as he let out a gasp. I laughed at him and moved Pip so she could be more comfortable.

"You're such a bully and you're no fun!" He scoffed and crossed his arms. Pip started squirming and rolling around next to me which caught mine and Brad's attention.

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