After what happened with Jay and Ashley, Brad's been a lot more attentive to me, doing his best to come home from the studio before 9 pm, and making sure I don't feel as left out. Ashley tried to sneak her way back to Brad, texting him about me spending time with Jay, pretending to be his fiancée, probably thinking he didn't know about it, and hoping she'd succeed to break us up. Unfortunately for her, our relationship is a lot stronger than what she thinks, and Brad ending up blocking her number. I'm really hoping that this time she'll be gone from our lives for good. It took a few more weeks, but the boys eventually finished recording their new album Cherry Blossom, and I finally have Brad all for myself.
"That was the last one", Brad says as he flattens a moving box that contained the last of his stuff before sprawling over me on the couch.
"Only took like six months", I answer with a chuckle, trying to push him away so that I don't die of suffocation. That only makes him laugh, and he adjusts his position so that he properly lies on top of me, holding his weight up with his hands placed on either sides of my head.
"If you had a bigger place I wouldn't have struggled so much to find room for my stuff", he says before quickly correcting himself. "If we had a bigger place".
I can't help but smile at his words and the thought that we're actually living together. Even if Brad's technically officially moved in a few months ago, him being at the studio almost 24/7 didn't make it feel like it.
"I like my place", I answer, pouting. And I truly do. It might not be the fanciest and most modern apartment like the one Brad shared with Tris, but I feel at home here. It's the first flat I moved into after moving out of my parents', and it has a sentimental value to me. But I'm now wondering if it's big enough for two people. Brad does have a lot of stuff, especially with all his music gear and instruments that are at the moment piled up in the corner of the living room.
"I know", he says, his eyes wandering between my eyes and my lips. "But it'd be useful to have an extra room".
"An extra room?", I repeat, playing with the neck of his shirt. "Why would we need an extra room?".
"I don't know, so that we can have people over? Or for a studio maybe?", he says before leaning his head towards me, softly brushing his lips on mine, barely touching them for a second until he finally broke the barely existent distance and connects his lips to mine. "Or if we ever decide to grow our family", he adds after he detached himself from me, instantly bringing a smile on my lips. I know neither of us is ready to have kids yet, there's so much we need to experience as a couple before that, but the thought of him calling us a family and picturing our future together is making my heart melt.
"Is it the idea of little ones running everywhere and drawing on your guitars with permanent marker that makes you want a second bedroom, or the idea of actually making the little ones?", I ask with a raised eyebrow, making him laugh.
"I just think we'd make cute babies, you know, when we're older. But I'm definitely not opposed to practicing in the meantime", he says before kissing my lips again, only harder this time. I smile through our kiss, and place my hands on his neck, deepening the kiss. Our make out session quickly heats up, and our clothes soon find their way to the floor, as we don't bother moving to the bedroom, caught up in the moment.
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"Are you ready?", Brad asks as he joins me in the bathroom where I'm finishing up my makeup.
"Give me five minutes", I answer before putting another layer of mascara on my lashes.
"You said that like twenty minutes ago", he says, standing behind me, and placing his hands on my hips. He connects his body to my back, and leans his head forward on my neck, until his lips are on my skin, sending a wave of shivers through my body. After 16 years of friendship and over six months of relationship, he still has the same uncontrollable effect on me. I smile, trying to ignore the goosebumps on my skin, and continue applying my mascara. Brad and I are going on a date tonight, and to say I'm nervous is an understatement. Up until today, we've kept our relationship private, only our families and close friends aware of it, but we now both feel like we're ready to stop hiding from the world.
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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...
