Lovely (A Bradley Simpson fan-fiction)

Chapter 5

I got home after a fun night and went to sit on the couch and watch some Blue's Clues....I mean The Voice.

But about Brad... we'll Bradley...I actually like calling him Bradley instead of Brad, it just seem more natural I guess...or maybe it's just me, but anyway, I wasn't sure if Bradley liked me or not. I mean it's really hard to tell...cause he's just so nice, but not just to me, but to everybody.

For example the other day, an old lady was 10 cents short from what ever she was buying, and he gave her a dime to help her pay for it. He's just so nice and sweet, and his face just says that all on it's own.

Even if Bradley did like me, how could he, he was perfect, and I wasn't...I had acne...I was too pale...my hair was always in a ugly, ugly bun... just all my flaws made me wonder, I wasn't even perfect, and I actually thought I was ugly for a moment.

As I painted my face with acne cream, which seems to not even work at all, which it probably doesn't, I heard a ding from my phone which meant I got a text.

I washed my face first and then went over and picked up my phone which said,

"Hey, tonight was really fun, we should do that again sometime. If you want to, you can always feel free to come to my house."

Of course it was from Bradley.

I texted him back saying, "Yes, that was a lot of fun."

And then I sent a second text asking, "Do you play tennis?"

I play tennis, and you might think it's a lame sport, but I don't care, I love it.

He texted back saying, "No, why?"

" No reason." I typed on my phone.

I guess I just thought he might wanna play tennis at the park or something.

"Like I said you can come over if you want, I don't mind."

"Sure! I'll be right over!"

"Great!"

He texted me his address and I followed the map that leads to him.