Remember Me? //Tradley//

Your Like My Sunshine

"Don't get sassy with me. Please don't be sassy!" I gave the same tone as he did to me while waiting for him to open the door.

When Brad opened the door, he offered me to go first.

Why is he acting like we are on a date!? He just needs to stop it!

"Thank you." I thanked him.

"Your welcome." he then entered as well and closed the door.

"Where's James and Connor?"

"They went on a date. They left before you came back with Levi." the boy simply said.

"Ohhh okay, well thanks again for the time at the carnival I had fun but I think I'll go to see Levi." I was gonna head towards the door and leave but I was stopped.

Brad pulled me by the arm causing me to go back standing right next to him.

"Your not going anywhere, we have the house all to our selves. So I have a suprise for you. This is part of the carnival activity. It's upstairs so shall we go upstairs?" the short boy pointed towards upstairs.

I gulped.

Fuck.

What the actual fuck is happening!?

"Uh, um...sure." I stuttered out.

"Okay then, c'mon." suddenly Brad went up the stairs, me following behind him.

We then arrived outside of Brad's room.

"Okay, so...suprise." he opened the door.

Inside the room I saw a red blanket and sat on it was a picnic basket. To finish it of there were two blue pillows across from each other.

Oh god..no.

"What's all this?" I refered to the setting I had infront of me.

"Lunch." the other boy said taking his spot on one of the pillows.

"Uh...okay?" I took my spot on the pillow that was left.

"Bon Appetite" he took out a cheese platter with grapes, crackers, and of course cheese.

There was also champagne.

"Really?" I gave him a look because of his French speaking.

"Yes really, that was cliché but yes."

"Your such a dork." I shook my head and laughed.

"A cute dork though." the younger boy winked at me.

Just stop flirting with me. I don't like you.

"Um nope. Your words not mine."

"Whatever Trissy, anyway I hope you like Guda cheese." he pushed the platter near me.

Can he not call me Trissy? It's so annoying...he's annoying.

"Yum, and what did we say about calling me Trissy?" I raised my brow at him.

"Oops! Sorry." putting his hand over his mouth, I laughed.

I can't take it anymore. Help me.

"Would you like some champagne?" he held out the bottle.

"Sure."

He poured the champaign into my glass and his glass.

"Cheers." then we clanked our glasses together.