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

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I'm willing to forgive as long as I love them...even though they can't do the same.

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When Noah catiously went downstairs for breakfast, she was relieved when she saw that Brad was still eating, and that her grandfather was nowhere to be seen.

She bravely walked towards the table and took a seat, quickly taking her share of the food. Brad, on the other hand, looked at her as he sipped from his coffee cup, which was chipped slightly at the top. Nevertheless, she started inhaling her food so that she can quickly go upstairs before her grandfather can see her.

"Good morning," Brad said after lowering the cup, then Noah nodded her head since her cheeks were stuffed with chewed-up matter.

"You do know that Pops figured out that I was eating slower than usual today, right?" Brad said, then Noah swallowed what she was chewing.

"Where is he, anyway?" Noah asked Brad, who looked at the almost empty plate in front of him.

"Outside. He's taking a fresh breath with Cuddles," Brad said, then Noah nodded her head.

"Don't I get a 'thank you' or something?" Brad asked Noah, who shrugged her shoulders.

"I already did that last night," Noah said, then Brad chuckled lightly.

"Not for your sketch, silly. For breakfast. If I ate normally, you wouldn't be eating breakfast now," Brad said, then Noah hummed.

"Nah, I'll pass. But, thank you for the beautiful food," Noah said, making Brad laugh. He then finished up the contents of his plate and put them on the sink, then Noah flushed her mouth down with water and did the same as Brad did.

"Hey, uh, I know you're not a household help, but, can you please do my chores for me? I really don't want to have an encounter with my grandpa yet," Noah asked Brad, who had a frown on his face.

"I'll be honest with you; he seemed really sorry when we talked this morning. I'll admit, he was a jerk, but giving him the silent treatment, Noah? He doesn't know what to do. Help the guy out," Brad said, which made Noah think.

"Give me some time. I'm not someone who holds grudges Brad, okay? Don't worry," Noah said, making Brad sigh.

"Fine. I'll let you do your thing, but if you and Pops aren't on good terms by the end of the week, I'll let you do all of my chores," Brad said, then Noah patted his back twice.

"Thank you, my dear angel. I owe you one," Noah said, then she immediately ran upstairs to her room, locking it so that no one could disturb her. She then assembled her easel and put her art smock on, then she brought out the painting that she has been working on before she went there. Carefully, she put the canvas on her easel, then she brought out all of the paints that she needed.

After bringing out her paintbrushes, which she cleaned before flying, she poured enough paint on her overused pallette, then she would combine two or three to make the colors that she desired. Gently, she dipped the tip of her thin paintbrush on the dark maroon color that she made, then she gently made strokes on the outline of the beak of the canary bird that she was painting to make a shadow effect. Slowly, she added more detail to the bird's eyes, claws, and feathers, highlighting the effect of a bright, sunny day to the subject.

After a while, she heard someone knock on her door, then she put the palette down on her seat and opened her bedroom door, only to see Brad behind it.

"Are you busy?" Brad asked, then Noah glanced at the painting behind her.

"A little bit. I'm working on a painting right now," Noah replied, making Brad step forward a little.