Brad and I went back home after spending the day at his family's and let's just say the ride back to my place was quiet. I debated with myself rather or not to tell him about Jay contacting me and finally decided not to. I know how Brad feels about Jay and there are high chances he'd freak out about it. Plus, I don't know what exactly Jay wants to talk about.
I wake up the next day to see Brad still deep asleep, his curls falling on his forehead. I'll never get tired of waking up next to him. I feel this warmth inside of me at the sight of him, warmth I have never felt with anyone before. He has that effect on me. He that I am now supposed to call my "boyfriend". Well that's going to need some getting used to. It still feels weird knowing he's no longer my best friend. I mean he still is, but also now more than that. My feelings for him have evolved into something bigger than me and to be honest, it's freaking me out. Brad has always been my everything, my best friend, my confidant, my rock. I've never had many friends except for him. Because ever since Brad and The Vamps started getting famous when we were teenagers, people at school started to be a lot more friendly with me in hopes of meeting the guys. It took me a while to see the true face of certain 'friends' of mine and since then I'm very careful with who I hang out with. So the thought of losing Brad is giving me literal chills. As I'm thinking about what my life would be without him in it, I hear my phone ring on my dresser, forcing me out of bed to make it stop, waking Brad in the process. The contrast between the warmth of the bed and the cold air of my room on my skin makes me shiver and I quickly grab my phone before making my way back to bed while I look at the screen.
Incoming call from Jay.
I freeze again at the sight of his name. Fuck, what does he want? I look over at Brad who's frowning, his eyes still shut, clearly not happy to be woken up by my crappy ringtone. I turn off my phone before lying back next to Brad. I don't want to deal with this right now. Because we all know that ignoring problems always makes them go away, am I right?
"Good morning", I say before placing a soft kiss on his cheek, making him smile instantly.
"Morning", he answers in a sleepy voice. "Lucky I'm used to your morning breath, because it would make a lot of guys run away, you know?" he adds and the warmth I was feeling a moment ago while looking at him suddenly disappears.
"My morning breath wants you to know you just missed out on the greatest blowjob of your life", I say before giving him the finger and turning around to get up again but Brad quickly grabs me by the waist and pulls me back, making me fall on the bed before he lies on top of me.
"Whoa whoa whoa", he says, his curls tickling my face as his head hovers over mine. "I think there was some kind of misunderstanding here. What I meant was, your lovely breath would make a lot of guys run away out of shame because yours is a pure treasure"
"Mm hmm? I'm not quite sold on that story... Maybe next time you'll know better than to say that kind of shit to my face", I answer before pushing him off me. This time I manage to get off the bed and grab his hoodie that somehow became mine lately before putting it over my head, covering my almost naked body.
"I was kidding, I love your morning breath", he answers as he sits down on the bed, still looking at me. "Almost as much as I love the dried drool you have in the corner of your mouth when you wake up"
I give him a death stare before showing him my middle finger again and leave the room to go make some breakfast.
"So no blowjob?", I hear him scream from the bedroom and I'm sure the entire building heard him. I ignore him and open the fridge to realize for the second day in a row that it's completely empty. Why do I always do this to myself? I let out a frustrated sigh as I hear my stomach growl with nothing to appease it. I really need to go grocery shopping. "I'm starving", Brad says as he enters the kitchen, only wearing a pair of black Adidas sweatpants. "All that head talk made me hungry", he adds before opening the fridge, his smile quickly fading as he notices there's nothing in it. He closes the fridge door and turns to me, a very disappointed look on his face. "First no blowjob, and now no food? What kind of fucked up day is this"
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FRIENDS - BWS
Fanfiction"Don't even try to deny it", she spat at me. "I see the way you look at Brad, the way you talk to him as if you two are the only ones in the room. You're constantly around him, craving his attention. It's pathetic". "Wow, I'm pathetic? Yet I'm not t...
