The Bad Bae Stole My Bra - Season 1 - Episode 147

6 years ago

The Bad Bae Stole My Bra - Season 1 - Episode 147

☆☆☆

*~* Bonus Chapter *~*

“Knock knock.”

“Who’s there?” I sigh dramatically, a smile pulling at my lips.

Even after four years, Alec still continues to throw his pick-up lines at me constantly.

No doubt this one will be cheesy, sweet and somehow sexual all at the same time:
just like Alec. He tends to use them on me when we have our odd fall outs: he knows I can’t resist it, despite how
dorky the action is.

“Marry.”

“Marry who?” My heart starts to beat a little faster in my chest.

We’re sat by the old train line, facing the Lindale scenery yet again. It’s our last day here before we’re moving in together a few towns over.

We recently graduated from university, and we’re saying goodbye to our old houses and town in replacement for somewhere
fresh.

Today is our last night before the big move, and
we wanted to say goodbye to our little spot before we went.

I’ll miss this town so much, I have so many
memories here.

The thing is, I know I’m going to be
making even more new ones with the boy sat to my left.

Alec Hughes-Ryder.

“Marry me?” Alec smiles, and a rush of butterflies explode in my chest. His cerulean blue eyes sparkle as he looks
down at me, a loose ebony curl hanging over his forehead.

This is it, he’s proposing! My eyes begin to
water as I stare at him, my cheeks aching painfully at the size of the smile on my face. I can’t believe this is happening. I’m going to marry the boy who stole my bra. He grins at me as he produces a small velvet
jewellery box, and leans down onto one knee…
“Ow, s--t, that was a thorn!” Alec jumps up suddenly,
cursing profanities under his breath and wincing as he clutches his knee painfully.

I begin to laugh at this.

Of course Alec’s romantic gesture would be ruined by something as stupid as a thorn.

“Stay still you big baby,” I chuckle, grabbing his leg to steady him.

I pull the thorn out quickly, ignoring his
dramatically pained cries and collapse back to the grass, breathless from the laughter. Alec is asking me to marry him.
I turn to face him, a small smile on my face. “Please continue.”

Alec smirks and clambers over my legs to sit on them, straddling me effectively and pinning me to the floor.

Even now, he still has the power to make me blush like a preteen girl. “Riley Greene,” He leans forward to press a
kiss to my nose, “I promise to support you in everything you do for the rest of our lives. I am who I am because of you, and I love you so much that I can’t describe.

You are every reason, every hope and every dream I’ve ever had, and no matter what happens to us in the future,
every day with you is the greatest in my life. Will you do me the honours of marrying me?”
I look up at him with sparkling eyes. “Yes,” I promise, leaning in to seal the deal with a kiss.

*~*~*
I snap to attention at the sound of the doors opening in front of me. It’s time. The Bride’s time to enter. Jack’s grip tightens in the crook of my arm, and I release a shaky
breath. The day I’ve dreamt about my entire life is here.

I’m about to become somebody’s wife. I hear the music beginning to play, and the white doors are fully opened at last.

In front of me, a long aisle carpeted in crimson leads the way to Alec. Giant white flowers line the aisle and drape down from the high ceiling of the room, the pungent pure smell of them lingering in the air.

People stand up as they see me, but I ignore them all.

This is it.

My wedding day.

I take my first step out into the aisle, a smile springing to my lips.

Every step forward seems to get a little easier, a little less nervous, until I have to restrain from dancing down the aisle instead.

My lace train flows behind me,
disobediently catching on loose threads of the carpet.

My eyes scan the audience, all watching me with wide, awed eyes. Violet. Joe. Natasha. Dylan. Chase. My mom.

I blow her a small kiss and she sends a flurry back at me, tears bright in her eyes.

I’ve reached the first row.

I’ve reached the step.

“I love you so much baby brother,” I say, kissing Jack on the top of the head.

He nods and smiles at me, before
unlatching my arm from his and handing my hand to Alec.

Alec’s hand is warm and reassuring and I look into Alec’s eyes and suddenly any little insecurity or nerve disappears.

I love this boy, and he loves me back: what
room for doubt is there? His eyes sparkle and he leans in to kiss me on the cheek, fluttering my eyelids shut.

With hands clasped, we make those last two steps between us and the place we’re going to be married: the altar.

I’m going to marry the boy who stole my bra.
It’s not long, but it’s sweet and it’s what you guys asked for.

The End