The Bad Boy Ate My Shirt

BRAD❤️💛💚💙💜🤎🖤🤍♥️💘💝💖💗💓💞💕💌❣️💟💔💋💯💢💥🔥✨💫💦💨🕳️💭🗯️💬💤🗨️🧠🩸

Dammit, I didn't even get to see Master today, Brad thought bitterly. And now I have to go on a date with that stupid girl.

It had been tiring for Brad to pretend like he was interested in Marisa. How could he be interested in someone as terrifying as her? He shivered at the thought of her. Besides, someone like her wasn't even his type. He would've preferred to stay friends, but the second it was clear she only liked him romantically with no intention of being friends, he wanted nothing to do with her. But at the same time, it was easy for him to humor her and go on one simple date and pretend to like her. After all, anything that came out of his mouth would just be empty words with no feelings behind them.

Brad unlocked his house and walked in, throwing his backpack on the floor immediately. His little brother, Gordon, immediately came to greet him.

"Hello, big brother!" he said, beaming widely. He was such a goody-two-shoes. Nothing he ever did was wrong and everybody loved him for being an "angel."

"Oh, hello, little brother," Brad said with a fake smile. He hoped that the message that his smile wasn't genuine would get across to Gordon, but of course, Gordon didn't notice.

"How was your day, big brother?"

"Wonderful," Brad said, voice laced with venom.

"What's with the mean tone, big brother?" Gordon asked. Honestly, there was a point at which Gordon's demeanor started to feel fake. Gordon was starting to get on his nerves, so Brad ignored the question and marched upstairs to his room, huffing.

Everything in Brad's room was black; after all, he was an edgy "bad boy." There were piles of clothes and junk all over the floor (he was too cool to clean). Plopping onto his bed, he put in his earbuds and started listening to music (see above song, start playing now).

He stared at the ceiling and reflected on his day. Just as he was starting to relax and let himself get taken away by the flow of the music, his phone buzzed loudly in his hand, taking him out of his trance. Peeved, he glanced at his phone and became even more irritated when he saw who the text was from.

From: Mari-Su
Heyyyyy, Braddy<3

Brad groaned. He didn't even want to respond, but he knew that if he didn't, that would mean he would have to deal with Marisa either speaking to him or nagging him the next day (both of which would be annoying).

hey mari wat do u need?

He hoped that it came across just passive aggressive enough that Marisa would leave him alone but not so much that it made him seem like a complete dick. After all, he may be an edgy teen who sometimes chooses to bear a somewhat prickly persona, but deep down he really did care about people.

Just wondering about that date! When are you free?💗❤️🧡💚💙💜🤎🖤🤍♥️💘💝💖💗💓💞💕💌💟❣️

And just like that, Brad was brought back to the cruel reality of the fact that he had to go on a date with a girl because he tried to eat her shirt. Divine punishment, he figured. Brad didn't deny that he made a severe and continuous lapse in his judgement, so he figured he'd deserve whatever came to him.

anytime rly, don't rly have anything going on

It was true. Neglecting his studies and not participating in any after-school activities, Brad spent most of his time outside of detention either brooding in his room or loitering around the neighborhood with his friends.

How about this Friday?

sure sounds good to me

Any ideas for what we'll do?

idc, we could go see a movie or smth

That would be ideal. That way the date would have a time limit of maybe 2½ hours, lowering the possibility of him getting dragged into something else and spending 5 hours on a date with a girl he didn't even like.

Alright!! Sounds great!!!! Does 7 work?

yeah

Ok see you then!!!!!!!!!❤️🧡💚💙💜🤎🖤🤍♥️💘💝💖💗💓💞💕💌💟❣️

And with that, Brad's fate was sealed.

/uj
bringing this story back bc i really wanna write what i have planned for it

also i realize i 've been super inconsistent in how i write brad but eh this was supposed to be a shitty parody anyway so i'll ignore it