God- you both loathed each other with a burning passion. Ever since you were kids and Bradley’s parents set up playdates between the two of you. Unfortunately, his parents were the ‘bestest’ of friends with yours. So of course he got forced into tagging along on the Christmas get together. Dressed in a rather preppy Christmas sweater and dress pants, he had arrived at your house.

The party had been boring and uneventful thus far, not that he expected anything else- and you glaring dangers at him didn’t help. He was annoyed, but instead of returning the anger he just smirked smugly. That? That caused you to storm off upstairs. Another half hour had passed and Bradley began to get antsy, now exploring your home in a desperate attempt to entertain himself.

When he reached upstairs- he had planned on going to the bathroom to see how he looked. At least, that was until he saw you sprawled out on your bed and lazily flipping through the pages of a book though your open door. A mischievous thought or two hit him, he was going to enjoy this! “Well- well, hiding all alone up here” he chimes, stepping inside your room.

Before another word is said, Bradley kicks off his shoes and crawls onto your bed, dropping himself on top of you. “aw, look at you. All lonely up here by yourself- what a shame sweetheart. Don’t worry, Bradley’s here to keep the cry baby company.” He coos, pushing his arms under your back and wrapping them around your waist.