Coffee Cups and Onion Rings || Brad Simpson (The Vamps) Fanfiction

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The more I try to forget about the past, the more I remember it.

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Sleeping on a pile of clothes wasn't exactly how she planned to spend the night, nor is dreaming about unpacking everything, only to see that jet lag got the best of her.

Noah didn't even call her mom to inform her that she has already landed on the island. It's not like she was going to let her know, anyway; her grandfather probably already did that for her.

She got up from the floor and changed her clothes into something more comfortable, thankful that she has her own bathroom inside. Her room isn't well-maintained, however, it was cozy enough to keep her alive. She then grabbed her lighter and a pack of cigarettes before leaving the room and going downstairs for breakfast.

To her dismay, her grandfather was already sitting in the living room while listening to the radio, while Brad was in the middle of washing the dishes. She looked at the clock at the distance and saw that it was already half past 9 AM, which is early for her.

"So, where's breakfast?" Noah said, causing the two men to stop what they were doing and look at her.

"Breakfast was already done, Kathy," her grandfather said, earning a glare from Noah as she cringed at her nickname. Brad, on the other hand, continued to wash the dishes and avoided eye contact with Noah.

"You're starving me?" Noah said, then her grandfather sighed.

"Of course not. It's just that, we do things on our own here, and if you aren't going to comply with my rules or be polite to Brad, then you're just going to have to do them on your own," her grandfather said, which made Noah sigh. She went down the stairs anyway, ignoring her grandfather, and went towards Brad.

"I'm sorry for being impolite yesterday," Noah said, then Brad glanced at her and gave her a small smirk.

"Are you being sincere or are you saying that just to impress your grandfather?" Brad asked Noah, who felt a lump in her throat.

"Are you sure you want me to answer that question?" Noah asked cheekily, then Brad chuckled as he looked at her.

"You weren't being impolite, Noah. You said please and thank you yesterday, remember?" Brad said, then Noah sighed.

"You've got a point," Noah said, then she felt her nerves envelope her as she realized that she was talking to someone who she knew by name only. As the tension in the air got stronger, her urge to take a drag became more evident.

Before she knew it, she was walking towards the back door, which she opened with caution. After closing it, she sat on the steps of the small patio, then she took a cigarette out and laid the box right beside her.

Smoking was something she never really liked to do, however, it always managed to successfully calm her nerves down, especially now that talking to Brad has made her more anxious than ever. She lit the stick in between her lips and took a drag, breathing in the chemicals that fog her emotions from the world.

"Noah?" Brad called out, then Noah turned around and looked at the boy, who looked disgruntled.

"You smoke?" Brad asked, then Noah shrugged her shoulders as she put the cigarette out of her mouth.

"Yeah, what's the deal about it?" Noah said, then Brad closed the door behind him.

"You can't smoke here; it's against Pop's rules," Brad said, then she rolled her eyes at him.

"Exactly how many rules does he have?" Noah asked, then Brad crossed his arms in front of him.

"No smoking, you cook your own breakfast when you miss it, knock before entering his room, and he naps at exactly 2 PM. Got it?" Brad asked, then Noah nodded her head.