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new years eve

summers pov 

i didn’t want to end the call on brad but what i was doing was important and needed to be done. but he couldn’t see just yet. his christmas present i wanted to make him something special that he would treasure forever, something he wouldn’t forget.

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(new years eve)

i haven’t talked to brad since Christmas night but i hope he understands why when he see’s what i got him. i was sat in my bedroom on tumbler and reading e-mails from fans of the vamps when i heard suit cases noisily being trails along the tiled floor down stairs. i padded down the stairs to see the three boys eating a sandwich with James standing at the kettle. my dad bought my mum tickets to new york for christmas so that is were they have gone for a week just them i thought it was a good idea. “hey guys” i ran in excitedly i love giving presents con and tris look up smiling before giving me a hug but brad stays were he is looking at his sandwich “i need the toilet” he gets up and walks out i look at the others and they drug and get back to eating. i walk out and up the stairs knocking on the toilet door “go away” brad shouts “it’s me summer” i smile even though he cant see. he sighs and opens the door looking at the floor. i fling myself at him giving him a big hug “i thought you didn’t like me or you had a boyfriend” he questioned looking at me with sorrow fill in eyes. “no, i only hung up on you the other day so i could finish your present and you know what i am like with secrets” he smiles and i giggle “you don’t have to get me anything summer i don’t need it as long as your here i am fine” my eyes filled and a tear rolled down my cheek he wiped it away with his thumb “it’s the part were you kiss me” i smile he chuckles “i wouldn’t stop it” he leans down and places a long love filled kiss that i have been weighting for soooooooo long to receive. “guys if i was James you would be in big trouble” we pulled apart to see con stood at the top of the stairs “good thing your not James then” i giggled running down the stairs urning a laugh from brad and a smirk from con. 

walking into the living room James was sorting out all the gifts into piles “we all are opening my’n first” tristan calls as we sit in a circle like little kids. he hands me a nicely raped box witch is thin but rectangular he has a big grin on his face “what have you done?” i saint my eyes at him  trying t find on his face any close to what it is but he just grins like a chestier cat. i open it to see a green t-shirt and on the front reads ‘i <3 tristan Evans’ i laugh “i had it spatially made. it might be a bit big because they only sold small they didn’t have xxsmall” he shrugged “omg i love it i am gona get it signed by the real thing two right” i look at him “fine” he fake hufs “i will go get a sharpie” i run into the kitchen and rumig threw mum’s rubbish draw and soon find a black sharpie running back in the others have opened there gifts from each other leaving only my gifts exempt brad he had non left as i wanted to give him his later when we are alone (not like a dirty way) “here sign” i shove the shirt and the pen into his face “ok ok calm down” he signs the shirt and hand it back “know you all have to open my’n well exempt James and brad” i look at brad and he smiles a little “omg this is so cool summer” con holds the bearded dragon shirt up that says ‘here be a dragon’ “i seen it on tumbler and had to get you one it was literally screaming your name. funny thing is i have had it since november” i giggle a little “now you tris” he opened the big raped box not expecting a hundred drum sticks to fall out “i think these will last me for life” he smiled at me “yeah have you seen the glow in the dark ones” i pointed at them “o they are so cool” “thank you summer” con and tris yell. “know you can open ours” brad smiles “can i show you something first…just brad” James looks at me and i look back at him “fine” he sighs “are you two like mind readers” tris laughs “no when were were kids we had this thing were different facial expressions meant different things” i smiled levying James to explain as brad followed me to my room.

i walked in an rummaged threw my wardrobe. i turn to see brad spread across my bed “nice to know you make yourself at home” he smiles “i like it, it smells like you” he nuzzles into my pillow “get up you creep i have something” i blush at his actions. he sits up next to me and i hand him the book. he flicks threw the hand made scrap book filled with my drawings, pics of us, some of the boys, our memories, tickets, backstage passes and mostly of us. a tear shredded from his eye   “are you ok i didn’t mean to make you cry” i cuddle him “i really really love it” i smile and i feel him smile on my chest. “we should go down stairs know so i can open the boy’s presents or James might think we are up to something” he lifts his head and nodded “yeah ok you go and i will just go to the bathroom and freshen up” he rubs he know red eyes. i smile and walk down the stairs.