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brady-payne:

I’m not. They’re clearly jealous. I love you.

Good. Eh, I doubt it… but I love you too.

brady-payne:

It’s not just that anymore. I get asked for stuff a majority of the time, but sometimes they ask me personal questions. They don’t know, baby. At least, not that they lead on when they were talking to me.

Just try and ignore them. I know it might be hard, but I don’t think you have any other options that don’t involve violence. Well, good. I don’t want them to know… They’ll all hate me.

I will never get why people follow me everywhere I go. 

brady-payne:

I’m not my brother. I’m not famous. I’m not a part of a world wide phenomenon. I’m just a normal guy. So if I could stop having people invade my privacy, that’d be fantastic. 

They probably want things from you, which is stupid. Autographs, VIP passes… I don’t know. Information, probably… Wait. You don’t think anyone knows about our situation yet… do you?

reagan—phillips:

What do you call it if you’re not pregnant though?

PMS~

(Source: dorbev)

And that is what you call being pregnant; eating anything and everything that comes in your path, not even simply eating it but stuffing your face with it~

This is going to be a tough phone call.. 

brady-payne:

Just… don’t freak out. Please. I hate seeing you upset. She’ll understand… right?
 

brady-payne:

My mum.

brady-payne:

Oh god. Who’re you calling?