Brad
Hey Mrs. Simpson, is Brad home?" You smiled politely as she answered the door.
Brad had been ignoring all texts and calls from you and the boys all day so, being a bit worried, you decided to go check on him.
"Yeah he's been up in his room all day, come in. She greeted and motioned for you to enter.
You thanked her and walked up the steps to Brad's room. You two had been bestfriends for ages so it was tradition for yout to just let yourselves into each others rooms. You gently pushed open the door to see Brad laying face up on his bed, staring at the ceiling, too preoccupied to even notice your presence.
"Oh my god Brad what happened t
o your face!?" You gasped. The room was dim lit, with just a small lamp on, but you could see the damage clear as day.
He had a busted lip and his eye had swollen up in a blueish tint. He instantly grabbed the nearest thing to him, which was a pillow, and covered his face.
You sat down in front of him and slowly lowered the pillow, sensing there was more to this than he was letting on. He just gave that adorable little nervous smile he always does, you always loved it too but he was definitely hiding something. "Brad what happened?
" You whispered. He just sighed and said "I got in a fight with your ex." Sounding a little ashamed. "My ex? Why!?" You questioned in disbelief. "He heard something about me that he apparently was not too thrilled about." He replied.
"What'd he hear?" "Nothing, it was stupid." He lied, looking anywhere but into your eyes. "Brad?!"You protested, turning his head to face you. "Fine.
He heard I was gonna ask you to be my girlfriend. He didn't like that. He punched me. And I punched him back but clearly didn't win."He fumed. He kept on talking but all that you were thinking about was that he was going to ask you out.
"And he obviously wants you back so I'd understand if you say no but-" You cut him off by kissing him. At first he was kinda shocked, like he didn't even know what to do with his hands, but within seconds he had placed them on your hips and he kissed you back. Once you pulled away he wrapped both arms around your shoulders and hugged you to him as he laid back down on the bed. "I'd love to be your girlfriend." You smiled and kissed him on the cheek.
Tristan
Can you just leave already?"You asked your ex boyfriend as he paced around your apartment trying to convince you to come back to him.
He'd convinced you to let him in, claimed he'd thought something he lost might still be here from a few months ago when you'd broken up. You texted your boyfriend Tristan to tell him what was going on, he said he'd be over in a few minutes as he didn't trust your ex being around you at all.
"Can't you give me one last chance?" He begged. "I told I have a boyfriend, just leave!" You said, raising your voice a bit despite the fact that he was completely scaring you at this point.
He grabbed your wrist and pushed you against the wall."Don't even think about raising your voice at me. All I want is for us to be a thing again, I'm getting fucking tired of asking." He seethed, his mouth just an inch away from your ear so his voice was just an angry whisper. "Please just leave."
You spoke, all the beforehand confidence you had now turning into evident fear."She said get leave!" Tristan yelled, just in time too, as he pulled your ex off of you.
"This has nothing to do with you mate, fuck off." He said placing his hand on Tristan's chest and shoving him back a bit. Tristan apparently did not like this because the next thing you knew, Tristan had completely pushed him over with alot more force than expected and they were dueling it out on the floor.
