my shameful desire x bws

seven.

brads part of view.

"Tris..."I called, knowing that the conversation I was going to bring up was risky. I knew how protective he was of her but I threat to ask Lucy herself.

"Yeh mate."He shouted through the bathroom.

"What's wrong with Lucy."I muttered quickly. He walked out of the bathroom, his toothbrush hanging out of his mouth; toothpaste smudged over his face. I laughed.

"What do you mean."He questioned.

"Well like- she has had these mood swings and over the past couple of days it's varied. I just wanted to know."I explained, getting ready for the rant I was going to receive.

"Have you asked her?" Oh that wasn't that bad.

"No."I said simply.

I heard Tristan say something but it was blocked by the door swinging open.

"Talking about me are we."She shot.

"No."

"Yes."Tristan said at the same time as me. He walked out of the bathroom, I sent him a death glare.

"Cherophobia.."She quoted.

"What?"Confused, obviously.

"That's what's 'wrong' with me."She gently responded. That was easy.