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Brett - Prank War

(Y/N) smirked as she grabbed a paper plate from the kitchen and a can of shaving cream from the bathroom. There was a soft laugh coming from her throat as she squirted the shaving cream onto the plate.

Kaycee was in the shower, looking over at (Y/N) with a confused look, "What are you doing (Y/N)?" She asked, her head poking out of the shower.

"Well Bretts asleep." (Y/N) pointed out, "So that makes this the perfect time to prank him." Since week one Brett and (Y/N) had been locked in a prank war, nothing involving the game. Brett had started it, week one he had put mayo in her toothpaste, it was awful.

"Oh boy." Kaycee said, shutting the water off and tossing her hair into a towel.

"It'll be fine." (Y/N) said, pushing off Kaycee's worry with a toss of her hand.

She then left the bathroom and made her way into the back room. Brett was laying peacefully spread out on the pink bed spread with the ombré devote tossed across his body. Part of her almost felt bad for disturbingly him, almost. (Y/N) laughed with one hand over her mouth as she approached Brett's bed closer. She then smacked the plate into Brett's face and moved away.

Brett gasped as he jumped up from his bed, he brought his hands to his face quickly to wipe the whip cream from his face. Once his eyes were clear Brett could see who was there, "You are so dead." He said when he realized that it was (Y/N) who was standing at the end of his bed laughing like a child.

(Y/N) squealed, as Brett got out of the bed, before she started off running through the house with him right behind her. When she made it to the kitchen she stood on the opposite side of the island from Brett,while he put his hands on the counter. His eyes narrowed jokingly as he looked across at her.

"Come here." Brett said with a large smile across his lips, motioning to her with one hand.

(Y/N) laughed, "No way." She said with the shake of her head before taking off into the back yard, she tried to shut the door in order to give her more time.

Brett threw the door back open before running after (Y/N) in the backyard. As fast as he was, she was faster. They both darted around the yard for a few minutes until Brett managed to get a hold of her. He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her flush to him. She squirmed in his arms until she was facing him and then she stopped when she realized there was no point in trying to get away from him.

"Gotcha." Brett said with a triumphant look smeared across his face as his hands rested on either side of her hips.

(Y/N) drew her eyebrows in confusion as she face him a questionable look, "Actually I'm pretty sure I got you first." She pointed out, poking him in the nose.

"You're adorable." Brett said with a breathy laugh. His eyes still fixed on how radiant her face looked as she laughed in his arms, "And I think I'm falling in love with you." He told her suddenly.

(Y/N)'s eyes widened as Brett spoke, "That's not funny." She hissed as she shoved herself from his arms and started back into the house. (Y/N) couldn't believe that Brett thought that it was appropriate to joke about things like that, she had always thought of him a good guy. That was why she respected him and that's why she liked him.

Brett was confused, it wasn't a joke. He had been completely serious, "(Y/N)!" He said as he stared after her, "(Y/N) please."  Brett called as they entered the kitchen, he sighed before he grabbed her arm gently so she would look at him.

"Brett seriously get away from me." (Y/N) practically growled at him in pure disgust.

Brett was taken back by her tone, she never spoke that way. Her voice was always kind, "No (Y/N)." He told her, letting go of her arm and hoping that she wouldn't storm off.

(Y/N) sighed, her eyes watering  as she looked up at him, "Brett I know we prank each other and joke around, but that wasn't alright." She told him, trying to push past his chest.

He only moved back in front of her with a confused look on his face. Did she really think that she was kidding? How could she not think that he was telling the truth? Brett had been flirting with her for weeks and trying to deny his feelings for her for his game.

"I wasn't joking (Y/N)." He said, looking down at her eyes. He knew enough about her to know that she was trying to mask her sadness with anger, but her eyes were still swelling with tears. "Why would I kid about something like that?" Brett asked, trying to look her in the face no matter how many time she twisted her neck so he couldn't.

She then brought her hands up to her face, "I don't know Brett." (Y/N) said in a low defeated voice. She still wouldn't look at Brett, afraid that any second he burst into a fit of laughter. Maybe it was just part of her insecurity that transferred into her life after high school.

"Do you really think that I would do that? To you?" Brett asked, partially offended that she thought that he would be that guy.

(Y/N) sighed heavily, "I don't know Brett-"

"I'm gunna kiss you." Brett said suddenly before he grabbed both sides of her head and pulled her to him. Brett had kissed her because he couldn't think of any other way to show (Y/N) that he meant what he said. It didn't seem to matter what he said, he couldn't seem to convince her.

(Y/N) was surprised, she didn't have much time between what Brett said and when he was kissing her. When he finally pulled back she had started to melt into him, "Brett- what?" She asked, unable to place words into a coherent sentence.

Brett smiled, "It wasn't a joke, I really do like you (Y/N)." He said, one hand still on her face. "And I have to spend the rest of the summer proving to you that I mean it, then I will."

(Y/N) smiles up at him, then jumped to throw her hands around his neck.

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