Rest Your Love On Me {Tradley Story}

Chapter One

15th December 

- So you give me some? groaned Iris.

- You can keep on dream, smiled the young man.

- You're too bad, ugly and stupid.

- I know, you tell me that all the time.

The young man smiled at her while she sulked. He rolled his eyes, laughing softly. He inked his brown irises in his friend's blue. She stared at him for a few seconds before sticking her tongue out at him.

- Are you giving me any?
- No.

He crunched into his chocolate bar while she pouted. She had an idea to have what she wanted.

- Bradley?
- Yeah?
- I think someone is watching us ? she whispered, pointing her finger over her friend's shoulder.

He frowned and turned his head, scanning the snowy park. He saw no one, not even a child who had come to play in the snow. Suddenly, his beanie crashed into his brown curls, plunging him into the most complete darkness. His right hand was relieved of a weight. He removed his headgear and opened his wide eyes. The blonde haired girl crunched into the chocolate bar and then looked at him with a little smirk.

- Bitch! he screamed .
- But you love me, curly.

He got up from a voucher to retrieve his treat. However, the girl had seen her movement and had already run away. He leaned over to make two snowballs before running after him. He shot her first in the back and the other, aiming her head.

- Stop it's cold ! she screamed.
- Sure it won’t  be hot, idiot!
- Do you want war?
- No just my bar!
- Then you will have war before!

She leaned over to make projectiles at the same time as her friend. The two of them started a snowball fight by claiming who would be the coveted treasure, a treat. With frozen hands, Iris started to run again, but the young man with curly brown hair quickly caught up with her. Both fell into the snow. They rolled in the thick white coat. They stopped and he was above her, staring at her with a smile. He held his wrists firmly over his head.

- Are you giving me back my property?
- I ate it .
- You despair me .
- But you still love me !
- I don't love you, I adore you my dear.
- How cute the little one is.

She exchanged their position covering it with snow, under her well-heard protests. She kissed him on the cheek before getting up. They went to a bench not far from there.

 - You know you seems to be the yetis ? asked the young man.
 - Speak for you Bradley , she laughed.
 - You piss me off Iris.

They laughed together. Bradley Simpson and Iris Sparks were best friends and utterly desperate for their families. Especially since they didn't know that this night of 2nd March  of two years ago was going to bring them together.

*Two years before *

2nd March.

He looked at the void under his feet.

 Blood flowed slowly down her left wrist. The rain fell so hard that it was soaked to the skin. He was in pain, excruciatingly bad. Physically and mentally. He couldn't take it anymore. He couldn't hear his difference anymore.

 As soon as you weren't "normal" in high school, people would go after you.

He couldn't escape their blows, being two years younger than them, measuring one to two heads younger than them.