Reason // Bradley Will Simpson

Prologue

“You have got to be kidding me” I mumbled as I looked up to see who my soon to be step brother was.

“Rosie, this is Brad” My Mum said after she’d hugged him, to which I rolled my eyes.

 “I know who he is” I snapped, she gasped slightly, raising her eyebrows at me and giving me a look warning me to be polite. “I mean…welcome to the family Bradley Will Simpson” I spoke with the most fake smile and over exaggerated friendly voice. My Mum and her new fiancé, who may I add she had only been with for six months, looked at me shocked as to how I knew Brad so well.

“Oh, you kids must go to the same school?!” Mark exclaimed. Well done Mark, you deserve so much to be in this family as you know so much about your soon to be step daughter and you and my Mother have obviously considered the ‘kids’ so much in this situation, we are going to get a long great.

“Now, come on Rosie, show Bradley around the house and make him feel welcome” My Mum smiled as she and Mark walked into the lounge.

“I’d rather stick pins in my eyes” I replied, monotonously as I turned to walk up the stairs, hopefully alone. I could hear my Mum apolgising to Mark for my ‘rude behaviour’ before I slammed my bedroom door. Of all the people who had to become my Step Brother it had to be him. Me and Brad could not stand each other. I was one of the quiet girls who nobody really paid that much attention to. You could say that I didn’t have my boobs on show, wear a ridiculous amount of make up and pretend I didn’t have a brain just to get boys to notice me. I preferred to keep myself to myself. Don’t get me wrong. I’m not a nerd, and I do get in trouble at school, I just don’t like attention. However, Brad is one of the schools players. He’s the ladies man. He’s the guy that attracts and is attracted to the girls I just explained above. I guess you could say that because I didn’t fall into this category and because I wasn’t classed as ‘hot’ I was one of Brads targets. No, not sexually. More in a, ‘I’m going to make fun of you just to keep all of these slutty girls on my side’ kind of way. How exciting. I have a sarcastic streak in case you haven’t already guessed. I’m very feisty and can be argumentative and maybe that’s why Brad likes to pick on me so much, because I give it straight back. Or maybe its because behind all of that I can be the most sensitive girl on the planet and on occasions he has successfully made me cry. We’ll go with that one.

 “Ah, so this is the Princess’ room” I heard an all too familiar voice from my bedroom door. I looked up from my phone, sighing.

 “Do you show up to all girls rooms uninvited or am I just special” I sarcastically remarked, folding my arms.

“Nothing special, babe. Don’t flatter yourself”

“Oh don’t worry, I wont. Now if you would kindly leave and close the door behind you that would be absolutely fantastic” I replied. Annoyed by his presence. I turned around and heard the door close, breathing a sigh of relief.

“So, how about we get to know each other a little better?” his voice made me jump, I thought he’d left. I spun back around and he was a lot closer than I had anticipated.

“I hate you, and you hate me. There’s not really much to know” I spat, pushing past him to open the door.

“But, if we’re going to be becoming Brother and Sister, then we’re going to need to know a bit more than that” He smirked, knowing how much he was getting on my last nerve.

 “We know each others names, we know we’re both at the wonderful age of 16, we know each others school, we know each others classes, we know each others friendship groups and in the typical brother sister fashion, we know exactly how to piss each other off. So looks like we’ve got it down. Now, if you wouldn’t mind leaving my room…” I spoke, quite proud of the list I’d just managed to ramble out of no where.

 “Wow, feisty aren’t you” He scoffed, shaking his head and walking closer to me, backing me against a wall. He was slightly taller than me resulting in him looking down at me. “You know, I’m never going to like you. Family or not” he spoke quietly, intimidating me in true Bradley Simpson style.

 “I know. Trust me. The feelings mutual…bro” I snapped back.

 “Kids, dinner’s ready” My Mums voice shouted up the stairs as Brad moved away from me and finally left my room.

 Dinner was great and not awkward at all. I’m lying. It was terrible. So much sexual tension. I’m lying again. Just tension. And not the good kind.

 “So are you kids friends at school then?” Mark asked me and Brad.

 “No” I replied bluntly at she same time he awkwardly replied with “Yes”. I glared at him from across the table, as my Mum and Mark looked between us and each other, confused.

 “Well we don’t really see each other a lot” liar “we kind of just see each other around” Brad answered. “We get on great don’t we, Rosie?” He smirked. Ignoring his question, I decided to piss him off back.

 “Yeah, Mum. You know Tristan? He’s friends with Brad” I smiled. Tristan was my boy best friend and part of Brads little group. I don’t know how I became friends with him, but I honestly don’t understand why he’s friends with Brad, they are nothing alike.  I saw Brads jaw clench. He hated the fact that one of his friends would give me the time of day, in a good and non abusive way.

 “Oh, that’s lovely. I like Tristan, lovely lad isn’t he” My Mum smiled at Brad who sent a false smile back.

 The rest of dinner was long, awkward and painful. I say painful as me and Brad turned to kicking each other under the table when we said something that pissed the other one off or was a blatant lie. He was wearing those big chunky shoes that he always wears to make him look taller, which may I add didn’t fool anyone, so it hurt a hell of a lot. Right on the ankle. Thanks Brad. Aside from this, dinner consisted of  talk about Brads band, Brads grades, Brads hair…Brad. We also ended up listening to a really engaging conversation about Marks job and how that’s how he met my Mum. If it wasn’t for the kicking under the table, I’d be asleep.

 Finally, we were onto dessert. This evening was so close to being over. I’d completely zoned out of the conversation before both me and Brad choked on a mouthful of food as we yelled “WHAT” after hearing these words fall happily from my Mums mouth.

“We’ve found a house, and we all move in together in a month”

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A/N Okay, second fanfic that I've started and so far I think I like the plans that I've got for this one a lot more. I'll probably update this more regularly but I'll see what people think. 

Hope its not crappy.

:)