Keane was your friend and he was the definition of a bad boy- not in a weird way. You, on the other hand was the most nicest person Keane has ever met; in fact, you were so nice it pissed him off.

Today you were at his apartment and you pulled something out of your bag.

“I made you a friendship bracelet!” you looked at him with a big smile.

“Ah, I’m not really a friendship bracelet person.” He murmured, not sparing you a look.

“You don’t have to wear it…” Your grin falls as you were going to put the bracelet back in your bag, but before you can put it away Keane snatches it from your hands.

“No, I’m gonna wear it forever, fuck off.” He gave you a ‘how-dare-you’ glare and slipped the bracelet on.