The Bad Bae Stole My Bra - Season 1 - Episode 26

6 years ago

The Bad Bae Stole My Bra - Season 1 - Episode 26

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Time to find my bra.

I check all the obvious places first. Under the bed, in his bureau and in his wardrobe.

Unfortunately, I can’t see
anything despite dust balls and deodorant. His whole room reeks of the stuff.

It’s then I turn to the more
unlikely places like under his desk or on his bookshelves, but I can’t seem to find it anywhere.

And as time stretches on, I feel myself getting more and more jealous of the boy asleep in bed.

Ugh, stupid Alec.

If he didn’t steal my bra in the first place, then I wouldn’t be tired all
the time.

The amount of sleep I’ve lost as a cause of him is simply astonishing, and completely and utterly unjust.

I search around the room for what feels like hours, but is actually mere minutes.

Maybe he’s hidden it somewhere
else? Is it in a different room? Or maybe it’s under the floorboards or something…I growl under my breath,
frustrated.

This is quite possibly a mission failed on the
bra front, but at least I can get my payback whilst he’s asleep.

Hmm…the possibilities.

What to do though?

I could throw a water balloon at him and buck it out of there; I could dye his hair blue or paint his fingernails.

However, there’s one thing in my peripheral vision that catches my eye.

A permanent pen.

Perfect.

Gingerly, I grab the pen from the desk beside me and tiptoe back over to Alec’s bed.

He looks so peaceful when he sleeps…it’s like that bad boy aura disintegrates, and he
turns back into the adorable boy I saw in the pictures on Millie’s collage.

But I guess everybody changes, and it’s
time to get my revenge on the changed Alec. Cautiously, I press the felt to the skin of his upper lip and draw a long, swirly moustache. Although this idea is really
overused, it’s the only one I can come up with at this time of night.

Pondering for a second, I add the words ‘I
LOVE RILEY GREENE’ to his forward in big capital letters, nice and bold.

What? I’m tired- it’s not going to be the
most creative sentence I ever write.

I admire my work for a second.

I think that’s quite a reasonable revenge actually, considering all he’s done to
me.

I mean, he’s stolen my bra and hidden it, posted a picture of me asleep on Facebook and hung all my underwear in my front yard.

I think it’s about time I got a
little payback.

I quickly swipe my phone from my pocket
and take a picture of my artwork.

I wonder how many likes I’ll get for this baby on Facebook…

Suddenly, Alec grunts below me and rolls over in bed.

His giant arm swipes through the air, and the next thing I know, my petite figure is sprawled on top of the bed unattractively, scarily close to Alec’s sleeping face.

Do not move.

Do not breathe.

Chanting the words to myself
internally, I watch through squinted eyes as Alec shifts again.

His strong arm is wrapped protectively around my waist, and he lets out a small snore- completely and utterly lost in his slumber.

Whoa…how can someone be
that deep of a sleeper?

Once I’m sure it’s safe to move again, I grab for the bedside table and shift my leg back over the bed.

Alec’s eyes open.

He blinks at me. Once. Twice. Thrice. And then it hits him.

He jumps a mile back in bed, cursing loudly, and flinging me to the wall in his shock.

“Holy crap, what are
you doing in my room?”

You see, if he hadn’t got marker all over his face at this current moment, it would be a hell of a lot easier to take him seriously.

But unfortunately he has.

And the truth is that he looks adorable.

His hair is tousled and ruffled into
the sexiest bed head I’ve ever seen, his eyes are wide and confused and he has a big curly moustache drawn on his cupid’s bow which he hasn’t even noticed yet.

It doesn’t get cuter than that, right? Plus, to top it all off he’s blabbering uncontrollably.

“Why are you in my bed?

Oh please lord, don’t tell me we slept together…We slept together didn’t we? Crap. I must have been pretty pissed
if I don’t remember.

Er Riley, I’m really sorry but I don’t
remember what happened last night…did we use protection?

Please say we did.

I really don’t want to be a
dad at this age-“