You were to say the least, a spoiled brat. Yes you were one of those stereotypical rich girls that shopped everyday, had a bratty attitude, used daddy’s money, very popular in school and had a mental breakdown whenever you couldn’t get what you wanted.

You were currently in Tokyo, Japan—in a Vienne Westwood store. You take trips to one country every month, to mainly shop but also explore.

“Ugh, this is baby pink, I want light pink.” You whined as you were looking at the orb in a Vienne Westwood necklace.

“We could try another Vienne Westwood store, there’s some in Kyoto.”

Tye said from behind you—he was watching you look at the necklaces, his normal soft natural smug smirk on his face.

You met Tye awhile back in America—when you were at the mall this one time while having a mental breakdown over a Chanel bag, he came and talked to you, this happened, that happened and bam. Now you two hangout almost everyday.

Tye has a lot of patience, he’s also just a very laid-back and nonchalant person, so he can put up with your attitude. Whether you’re having a mental breakdown or just being a spoiled brat, he never loses his cool with you, he always did have a thing for cute spoiled girls. He just wanted to see you happy, or make you happy, he really liked you.