Bradley later that night went over to louise's place, it was big and homey, the house seemed to be a nice one, on the outside it was perfect in amazing, on the inside it was painted with care and family photos covered the walls, just what you expect of the north side. With confidence Bradley knocked on louise's door and acted like he has never seen me today, calming the tenseness in his shoulders he waited for louise to answer, in the front of his mind forgetting what we talked about but in the back he knew just what he had to do.
When Louise opened the door he stood out, broad shoulders and jawline, his blond hair swerved back with a hella lot of jell, he was in his pj's as you could see, sweat pants on and no shirt showing off his broad and masculine chest.
"Hey man, what you doing here? it's late?" Louise's asked a little concerned that something might have been wrong, it had to at least be 7:26pm.
"Just wanted to stop in on my way home, can i come in?"
"Yeah, sure man." Louise's stepped out of the way to let him past and into the welcoming home..
Louise's and Bradley had to have been friends since 5th grade when max stood up for them against a bully, i guess after that they became the three musketeers but that seemed to die out when they hit high school and max slept with louis's little sister.
Louise's was never the sharpest spoon in the knife drawer but he was okay, good for Bradley that he didn't suspect much when he was looking around his room and taking secret photos.
The photo messages i had got from him where photos of the team, max was either scratched out, burned out or had dicks drawn on his face like a child was throwing a tantrum causes there friend took his favorite crayon. But thats teenage boys for you , isn't it?
Guessing after bradley had everything he needed he got out of there as fast as he could, i mean i would have to just so that he didn't suspect a thing like if bradley started acting strange he would know something is up.
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Later that night, it must have been 12:something at night, Bradley skyped me on my laptop (must have been the most expensive thing that i owned, to bad i didn't buy it) to talk about what happened at Louise's place, it was a little odd being on call with him with my father downstairs past out on his favorite chair that was black leather and ripped open but oddly comfortable, but i didn't mind it, as long as he stayed asleep we were good.
"Well he didn't seem the type. He was pissed at him, but not enough to kill him," Bradley had explained, "he actually seemed sorry that he was gone."
This was a little disappointing to hear but i crossed his name of the list, "was his sister there?" i guess all i could ask now about his sister.
"No," he replied and took a deep breath that made me feel nervous, "Apparently she went to live with her dad. I guess it kinda freaked her out when Louise tried to kill Max and she went there to cool off." but what Bradley just said didn't make sense, this has happened before and she stayed then.
"Well, my second theory is that she got rid of him," i tried to say this with a little sympathy, "but not by herself, lots of money can go far on my side of town," speaking like this felt painful to him, i wanted to speak slowly about it, "could it be that she payed a gang member to make max disappear, i mean if she's pregnant with his child then maybe max didnt want it and she got mad." i mean it would make sense, she tried to kill a girl who slept with her ex boyfriend from kindergarten, she was a little not mentally stable i think is the nice way to put it.
Watching Bradleys face expression, his eyes seemed to widen and he bite his lip in thought, "well... that's a possibility, she might have gone to her dads to hide, so.. Next stop her dad's place?"
I nodded and then looked away, i could hear my father calling for me downstairs, "AJ GET DOWN HERE! I need another drink!" he must have woke up, and i had no choice i had to go give it to him before he found out what i was up to, as long as i served him and did 'wifely duties' he would stay out of my way.
I told Bradley that i had to go and before i got another word out of him i hung up the call to serve to my fathers needs.
Bradley smiled his amazing smile that could just kill, and his thoughts ran wild, but not about max, or louise, not even lizzy, but he thought about me. Nothing else,just me, he couldn't get me off his mind, just everything about me seemed to run wild, how i was so into my work, how i was shy and sweet, how small and adorable he seemed to think i was. his heart pounded with his ever thought, and with his body craving my touch, my kisses, my love, he thought dirty thoughts about me, they grew bigger and bigger and so did he, as he laid back in bed with the lights off and in nothing but his gray boxers he reached down feeling himself as he stroked his long staff, he couldn't help himself, he wanted to touch and curses my body and claim it as his, Bradley had grunted my name under his breath over and over like it was the sweetest thing in the world, but he wanted more than just my body, he wanted my heart, soul and mind. To feel my love it would have been a dream come true just for him just to say the words, "thats my girl."
Continuing until he blew he laid there breathing heavy and sharp, "fuck i want her..." he had muttered under his heavy breath.
