"What the fuck are you doing here?"you asked, staring at the man in front of you. He was completely soaked, hair and clothes dripping.
"I'm happy to see you too,"he rolled his eyes, trembling as a gust of wind his back. You let out a groan, stepping away from the door to let him in the house.
"Wait here,"you ordered and took off for your bathroom to find a towel and then to your room to look for some of your brother's clothes. Once you had everything you needed you run back downstairs, finding the boy where you left him, shivering but he didn't fail to send you a flirty smile.
"Here. Dry yourself up and then you can tell me why the hell you're outside my door at one in the morning,"you said and headed to the living room, leaving him alone to change clothes.
"I get the feeling that you don't want me here,"he shouted as you left the hall.
"I don't,"you shouted back, lying and sitting on the couch as a huff left your mouth when you saw the time; almost one thirty in the morning. He never answered back so you just pulled out your phone, going on Instagram.
"All done,"he walked into the living room with his wet clothes in his hands while your brother's t-shit and joggers were on his body. You looked at him for a second, thinking about how bloody hot his hair was all wet but you quickly shook the thought off, remembering that you are supposed to not like him...even though you did.
"So why are you here?"you asked, cutting straight to chase. You weren't mad that he was in your house, looking all cozy.
"Visiting?"he answered but it sounded more like a question.
"Brad, just tell me why you're here. It's not like I'm gonna kick you out or something."
"Awh, she has a heart,"he cooed, sitting next to you on the couch and wrapping his arms around your shoulders but you struggled to get out of his embrace.
"Fuck's sake, get off,"you tried to stay serious but ended up giggling.
"Okay, okay,"he laughed as well, finally letting go off you.
"Now tell me why you're here."
"Had a fight with my parents,"he sighed, looking away.
"And you came to me? You hate me,"you said, looking at him with a very confused face. He could've easily gone to anyone else from your friend group, why the hell did he choose the only person he didn't like?
"I don't hate you, y/n,"he softly smiled, "I just like messing with you 'cause you're too easy to wind up."
"I'm not!"you gasped, clearly offened but he just looked at you, "Okay, maybe a bit."
"You get mad way too easily and you are one of the few people that can actually roast me."
"You give me too many chances to,"you shrugged.
"Like what?"he challenged.
"Like the fact that you have a small di-"
"Oh, shut up,"he burst out laughing as you watched him cackle with a smile on your face. He had a nice laugh and a nice laughing face.
"See? It's too easy,"you told him after he stopped laughing, "But how come you didn't go to Tris or, like, Con? They're much closer to you than I am."
"I wasn't in the mood for Tristan's supposed wise talks and Con's offer to make me food,"he replied nonchalantly, looking in your eyes, "I wanted someone to take my mind off things for a bit."
"And I do that?"you questioned him. He nodded, a huge grin on his face.
"You're the best at it,"he assured you.
"Okay...?"
"Yep,"he responded, shuffling around in the couch until he was finally comfortable. He was basically glued onto your side, laying his head on your shoulder but you didn't stop him. Mainly because you enjoyed it, but also because he seemed upset. Despite the smile on his face, you could tell that he wasn't the usual Brad; he wasn't hyper and annoying.
"Do you hate me?"he mumbled.
"Hm?"
"You asked me if I hated you so now I am asking you. Do you hate me?"
"No, Brad, of course not. As much as I want to punch you sometimes, I don't hate you."
"So you wouldn't mind if I kissed you?"
"I mean, no,"you blurted out before you could stop yourself and that was his cue. His lips touched yours while his hands cupped your cheeks.
"Are you gonna kiss back?"he muttered against your lips after you didn't move for a few seconds.
"Oh, shut the fuck up,"you mumbled before kissing him passionately.
"Holy shit,"he breathed out after you pulled away.
"What the fuck just happened?"you asked no on in particular. Your eyes met Brad's face, a smirk on his lips as he pouted his lips as if to ask for more.
"Kissy,"he joked, getting closer to you but you slapped your palm on his face, pushing him away.
"Don't push it, Simpson. I still kind of want to punch you,"you warned, pointing your finger in his face.
"I can work with that,"he chuckled, going back to hugging your side as you tried to bite off the smile that was already on your lips.
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