Stained |Tradley AU| SHORT STORY<3

Baby you're like lightning in a bottle

Ting

Brad almost walked right into a lamp post as he looked down at his phone. When he's gotten over the fact he could have fucked up in front of a fair amount of people, he managed to read who the text was from.
Reading the name was so refreshing, yet brad still couldn't quite believe that the god that was Tristan Evans (who he had genuinely disliked for weeks) was texting him. The curly haired boy smiled before reading the message from his newly discovered soulmate:

From Tristan:
I miss your face sweetheart x

Shit. How the hell would he reply to that? Screw Tristan for being Such a flirt. Should be flirt back?

Finally the small boy made up his mind, shooting the blonde a quick reply that seemed suitable yet sensible.

To Tristan:
You only saw me two hours ago, silly x

From Tristan:
Two hours to many, babe xx

Damn. Funny how he still wasn't used to those pet names. Brad started to reply but the older boy had sent another message.

From Tristan:
Can I take you out? xx

Brad couldn't quite believe what he was reading. He swiftly deleted the message he was about to send, and with nervous hands typed a new one.

To Tristan:
I'd like that :)

Was that okay? To simple? Should he have been more flirty? Why was he over thinking so much??

From Tristan:
Tonight, 6:30. Bring a coat.

Brad was slightly confused at the older boys last text. Nevertheless, he shut his phone off, turning the corner onto his road. He had some preparing to do.

When the curly haired boy got in, he was immediately grabbed by the arm and dragged into the kitchen by his mother. Shocked, the brunette stared up at his mothers curios face.

"Nat told me, let me see!" She squealed, tugging at brads hand. The small boy stared some more.
"What are you going on about, mum?" He asked, genuinely confused. His mum sighed, she sounded frustrated.
"Your hand for goodness sake! Your sister said your inks gone!" Oh.
"Now let me see!" She whined, brad allowed her to grab his hand and examine it all over.

"Oh Bradley!" She exclaimed, sounding thrilled. "Oh bless! You have to tell me everything! What's her name? How did you hold her hand?!" She was beaming with pride.

Bradley took his hand out of her grasp, looking down at his ink free knuckles.

"His name is Tristan. And I didn't hold his hand, I punched him in the face"

His mothers expression changed immediately.
"Oh Bradley you didn't! Why on earth would you do such a thing! Is he alright, are you speaking? You know it's important you speak!" She stressed.

Brad blushed a bit, however he was glad she didn't seem bothered his soulmate was a boy.

"He's fine. I punched him because he is annoying. And yes we are speaking, he's taking me out later tonight." His mother had that proud look on her face again.

"I'll help you pick your outfit!"

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Two hours spent looking for a outfit for the brunette was well worth it. Brad really liked how the cute maroon knitted jumper looked on him, big, but not too big. He liked how he filled out his black jeans, and definitely felt comfortable in his vans. He had a nice little black jacket over the top of his sweater, and completed the look was a beanie that sat on top of his fluffy hair. Brad felt good.