Are You Mine? - Brad Simpson

Chapter 5

We sat in the café for what seemed like hours, Georgie and Brad kept flirting playfully and I guess me and the other boys just "talked."

James didn't really say much, he sad there as if he was in his own little bubble, oblivious to his surroundings. Every time he looked at Brad and Georgie his eyes would widen and water, and he would clench his fists which showed his muscles.

It was hot.

I kept on asking James if he was okay, and in the end I he got very aggravated. "CANT YOU SEE I'M FINE?!" he yelled as he slammed the table. Even the funny looking little waitress jumped up. James looked disgusted and stormed into the toilets.

BRAD -

I can't believe James. Why was he so jealous of me and Georgie? It was literally the first time we had met and he was freaking out, he was always jealous of me, whatever I did, whoever I was with, whatever I got. I was sick of it.

I followed him into the toilets.

"What the..." I stopped. "What were you thinking!? What's WRONG?" And at that moment he broke down like a little girl.

"Brad I know you two have only just met and I know you're "just friends", and all that but I'm really sick of being the lonely one, and seeing as Georgie is so beautiful and perfect I just got angry."

I stood in shock. He was in love with her. I wasn't even in love with her.

Was I doing the right thing? I had to stop and think. Did I even like Georgie? I loved spending time with her, and she brightened up my day, but she didn't make my heart flutter.

TARA-

Brad was so beautiful, his luscious curls fell so perfectly, and his brown beady eyes shone like marbles, round and perfect. He was so perfect.

That day Georgie slept at mine, she wouldn't stop texting Brad. It was gross, why couldn't she just leave him alone.

"Tara, I have to tell you something." She quickly said, as if it had been on her mind for days. "You know when you really like somene, as in, really really like, as in, love, what do you... do?"

"What do you mean what do you do?" I replied.

"Like do you tell them?" She asked.

"No, never tell them. If it's meant to be it will be."

I didn't want her to ever tell him.

I wanted to tell him I loved him, he'd say he loved me to and all along I was the one, but she was the one.

Me and Georgie sat there for hours and hours watching movie after movie and eating and eating. Next thing I knew it was three in the morning, Georgie was asleep, and I was sat in the darkness, clueless, I wasn't even tired. I guess I just thought about things after that, the complicatedness, being sad and happy all at the same time is hard.