𝗡𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗬, 𝐭𝐢𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐤 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬.

𝗯𝗿𝘆𝗰𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗹, 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮 𝗽𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗸

"hi guys, welcome back to my channel!" i say smiling at the camera. "so, i never do things like this but today i decided to prank bryce. i'm basically just gonna try to ignore him for as long as i can." i grab the camera and find a place to hide it as i hear the door opening. smirking, i jump on the bed and grab my phone, scrolling through Instagram.

"hi, i missed you," bryce says softly, climbing into bed next to me. i keep my eyes on my phone, not giving him a response. "y/n? ...damn, okay," he says getting up and heading into the kitchen to get something to drink. i make a face at the camera as i wait for him to get back. 

bryce walks back into the room and hops back onto the bed, laying on me. i push him off and roll over as he lets out a groan. "what the fuck y/n? did i do something?" he sits there for a second, waiting for an answer but not getting one. "k, whatever."

we sit in silence for about 20 minutes just scrolling through our phones before bryce finally gets fed up with me. 

"you done ignoring me?" he asks, raising an eyebrow. once again, i don't answer and he rolls his eyes, moving his body between my legs and pulling down my shorts. realizing what bryce is doing, i try to close my legs but he pries them open again, rubbing and kissing my thighs. i try my best to continue ignoring him, pretending like he isn't there. visibly frustrated, he begins pulling off my underwear and i panic, remembering why i was ignoring him in the first place. 

"bryce!" i exclaim, pushing him off me. i pull my underwear back on as he grins at me, pleased with himself. "i thought you were ignoring me," he says, laughing as i move towards him. "it was a prank," i say, bryce's head turning as i point at the camera. "i'm not trying to make a fucking sex tape." bryce laughs at this as i grab the camera from its hiding place. "i mean, are you sure you don't want to?" bryce asks jokingly, but at the same time, it seems like he might be serious. i roll my eyes, deleting the footage and setting the camera down on the desk next to me. "now i don't have anything for youtube," i frown as bryce sits down on the bed. "worry about that later," he starts, pulling me onto his lap so i'm straddling him. "we have other things to do right now."

author's note

it's 2am and i've literally had such awful writer's block recently but i wanted to publish something so um enjoy whatever this is even though it has me cringing so much rn LMAOOO