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Chapter Six

"Brad. Don't ask questions, but I need to to pretend we're dating infront of James and Con, I've started a joke, need you to play along with it." Tris came into my room and vaguely explained.

Only if that means I can fuck him
Ew gross that's my best mate.
Doesn't change how hot he is
Touché

"What's in it for me?" I raised an eyebrow at the frantic blond.

"I'll uh...I'll buy your pre and after show beers for a month." He nodded "And whatever guitar pics you need. Please, it's to fuck with Con, you love fucking with Con too."

"Hmm." I tapped my chin "What do I have to do?"

"Just act like you're my boyfriend. Kiss me if they beg, please." Tris begged, I wanted to, of course I did, but I knew I'd end up falling and hitting the ground. Heck I was already falling for him. I'd be fucked if I ever said yes.

"...okay sure." I nodded.

Well Bradders, you're fucked
Not literally, at least not by tris,
Rip me, here likes Bradley Will Simpson, cause of death, being a fucking cunt.

"Great." Tris smirked, smiling ear to ear "See you around, honey."

"Fuck off." I rolled my eyes, following him out of the room in search of food.

"Alright lovebirds?" Con teased as we walked past the living room.

"Wha-oh yeah." I began to question before remembering the conversation I had literally just had with Tris, I blame that on me still being hung up on him calling me honey.

"Why didn't you tell me tradley was real?" Con asked, following us into a kitchen "How long have you two been an item? You know I love relationships."

"Con, that's literally the queerest thing you've ever said." I rolled my eyes, getting a beer out of the fridge and looking for some food to eat with it, eventually deciding on some Doritos.

"Because you're gay now, are you gonna get offended when I call you a fag?" He asked me, tris watching as I poured some of the Doritos into a bowl and turned to the brunet.

"Yes." I deadpanned "...Con of course not. I'm still the same person, i'm just shagging Tris." I shrugged

"Uhm you mean shagged by me thank you very much." Tris corrected, a smug smirk on his face

God I wish.

"Oh my god you've slept together?!" He gasped "Oh my god, Tradley babies!"

"That's not how gay sex wor-" Tris started, Con cutting him off and beginning a rant about how cute our children will be.

"Alright, I'm going back upstairs now." I nodded, walking past Con with my beer in one hand and Doritos in the other.

"Ooh someone's stroppy." Tris commented, following me out of the room. It was weird, the moment we agreed to fuck with Con, he started following me around, I know it was all for the joke, but I couldn't help but feel like it was more than that. I wanted it to be something more. God how I wanted that.

"Are you going to watch a film with me, yes or no?" I asked the drummer as we walked upstairs "I'm assuming you're following me to find out where I was going?"

"Yep." He nodded "That is why I'm following you."

"Okay cool." I smiled, happy that I didn't have to spend as much time alone as I had been the last few days.

We got up to my room and decided to re-watch the purge, around halfway through the movie, Con and James came barging into the room, and I've never seen tris' arm move so fast to being around my shoulders as it did in that moment.

"Awh, how cute." James teased "Couples movie night, Con and I have decided to crash this party and join you."

"Oh so you and Con are a couple now?" Tris raised an eyebrow "Coming for the Tradley brand are we?"

"Nah." Con shook his head "I have my girl, James has his girl. You know that."

"Yeah yeah whatever." Tristan teased "I know a couple when I see one. And James doesn't have anyone, as if he's actually convinced you otherwise."

"Fuck off." James sighed, sitting next to Tris, very close to him, their shoulders were touching, deciding to play the role of the 'over protective' boyfriend, I thought I'd have some fun.

"Um James?" I said, looking at him with my best look of disgust.

"Yep?" He answered, popping the 'p' looking at me confused.

"You're touching Tristan." I noted simply "And that's a no go zone for anyone but me, sorry."

"Woah woah woah, Brad it's chill." Tris tried to get me to back down, leaning down dangerously close to my lips, as if he were pretending to peck them, it took everything in me to not lean in that little bit further.

The longer I spent pretending to be Tristan's boyfriend, the more I realised I wanted that. I wanted him. I wanted his long legs and messy hair. I wanted his scraped elbows and occasional cigarettes. I wanted everything about him, it was just a matter of pretending I wasn't daydreaming about waking up next to him. I wasn't daydreaming about being held against the wall.

I wasn't daydreaming about being his.

"Awh cute." Con commented, he seemed so emotionally invested in this relationship already, I almost felt bad knowing it was all to fuck with him. "Kiss properly."

"We're not performing monkeys, Connor." Tris replied, turning to look at him with a raised eyebrow "Shush and watch the film."

"No." James shook his head, grabbing the remote from by Tris' feet on the floor and pausing the film "Kiss." He said, I knew he didn't believe it, I knew he saw straight through the 'joke'

"C'mere sexy." Tris giggled, grazing the side of my cheek with his hand as he leaned in, me turning bright red "No tongues if we can mmkay?" He whispered quietly before our lips touched.

I'd love to say they were soft and tasted sweet, but they were rough, his top lip felt like stubble and tasted like what're he last ate. It was short and sweet, and left me needing more.

"Alright alright, gross." James rolled his eyes.

"You asked for it." I blushed, not meeting Tristan's eyes.