Late Night Drives - BWS (completed)

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It was currently midnight, I achieved pretty much nothing all day; I slept for most of it. I really need to stop with these late night drives, and yes, I say that and here I am again, sat in my car at midnight. I tap my fingers against the steering wheel, contemplating my decision.

What if he is a psychopath? I chuckle to myself, remembering the previous encounter. I don't even know why I pulled over if I'm honest, I have no confidence in myself or my abilities at all.

As I continued to contemplate I took a glimpse at my reflection in the mirror, for once I didn't look too bad. Why I've even made the slightest effort with my appearance, I don't know. As I looked at my reflection I noticed that my blue eyes shine bright at night, my mascara enabled them to stand out substantially more. My long light brown hair was straight and my lips had a small coat of red lipstick on them.

12:12am

Well I best get going.

As I turn the engine on I put The Killers CD back into the radio. I then begin my drive to Exeter.

I drove slowly like usual because I can, the back roads are abandoned like usual. Many people portray driving through back roads in the dark scary, whereas I find it calming. The late night drives are my getaway, I like my own company.

Then why am I going to meet a complete stranger?

With this thought in mind I pull over. Coincidently, it's where I pulled over and found Bradley last night. Guilt rushes through me, he'll be expecting me, I can't just not show up; that'd be rude. Putting these thoughts to the back of my mind, I continue to drive.

12:48am

Not bad, I'm actually early for a change. I park my car on a road outside the park. I take one last look at my reflection; since when have I cared? Mentally tutting myself I put on my brown coat before starting to walk through the park.

It was so peaceful, the only sound is the birds and owls in the trees. The streetlights are old fashioned, making the scene look even more beautiful. I shove my hands in my pocket as I walk for a bit longer, unable to see Bradley anywhere.

1:06am.

Maybe he isn't coming? I chuckle to myself for being so foolish before I go and sit on a bench under a streetlight. I look around, taking in the scenery. I like it here, maybe I should ditch the late night drives and go on late night walks instead?

My thoughts are interrupted as someone sits right next to me on the bench.

"You scared the shit out of me! I knew you were a psychopath!" I say confidently, which is a shock to myself.

Bradley just chuckles. Feeling uncomfortable I shift to the left end of the bench.

"So how've you been?" He asks.

"You only saw me 24 hours ago." I laugh awkwardly.

"It's just a question, fuck sake." Bradley snaps suddenly.

"I was only joking, I'm fine, you?" I ask, trying to calm Bradley down.

"Fucking marvellous thanks" He speaks sarcastically. This wasn't the boy I met last night.

There's an awkward silence before I hear Bradley rummage through his coat pocket and producing a bottle of vodka. He looks at me.

"Do you want some?" He asks with a blank expression.

"I'm driving, remember?" I reply.

"Live a little." He chuckles.

"Are you drunk?" I question.

"No way" Bradley slurs slightly.

"Right..." I go to stand up but Bradley grabs my wrist, I turn around to see regret in his eyes. "I'm sorry, Jess" He apologises.

I sit back down and he continues. "It's just nice, to meet a girl who has no idea who you are. Because nowadays me and the boys just end up getting mobbed all the time. Girls just use us for the fame and the money. I just get used 24/7, it's like no one gives a fuck. But thanks again for the lift yesterday, I thought you were gonna be some fangirl or something practically crying because you met me. You're different and I like it."

I'm always so awkward in these situations, I'm all ears and I never know what to reply. Brad turns away from me and looks down at the bottle of vodka again. As he goes to take a swig from the bottle, I grab the bottle with my hand to stop him.

"This shit won't do you any good at all" I speak as I snatch the bottle from his hands, I pour its contents onto the grass beside me. "It fucks with your head and either makes you feel like you're on cloud nine or the complete opposite. You asked for the fame so you've gotta deal with it. We all get used but you get used too often from what you've just told me. You've just gotta be careful with who you let in. Not all girls will use you for your fame. You'll find a girl who won't care about your class or your fame, you've just got to be patient." I speak.

He looks up from his hands and a smile tugs at his lips as he slides closer to where I'm sat on the bench.

"Thanks Jess" he smiles as he rests his head on my shoulder.

Instead of replying I just smile, although he probably doesn't see. We sit there in a comfortable silence for a while before I speak up.

"Bradley?"

"You're the only person to call me that, you know?"

"Oh, well, sorry Brad"

"No, call me Bradley. I like it when you call me that"

"Okay Bradley!" We both chuckle.

"It's nearly four in the morning Bradley, we should really get going" I continue.

"But I like it here, I like your company." He speaks as he sits up.

"You actually listen to me and I feel like you understand me. The boys don't listen to me, that's why I turned to the alcohol, you know? To numb the pain for a while? But I feel like with you, I won't need the alcohol. Because you my dear, you numb the pain."

"I'm glad I'm able to help you" I smile as I go to stand up.

Bradley also stands up, he turns to face me and places a strand of my hair behind my ear. He smiles as his teeth tug at his lower lip as he looks at his feet. We then smile as we make eye contact.

"You're great" Bradley speaks.

"So are you" I reply.

Bradley leans in for a friendly hug, which I accept. I can see me and Bradley being good friends.

As we pull away Bradley asks, "Jess, please can I have your number? DMs are effort, I get too many!" He chuckles. I also chuckle handing him my phone as he hands me his. I then slide my phone inside my coat pocket.

"Same time tomorrow?" Bradley asks.

"Sure!" I smile.

I smile to myself as I get back into my car and begin to drive home. Maybe not all celebrities are as happy as they seem? I'm glad Bradley listened to me. He seems like a good guy, he's also genuine which is good; I'm glad we're friends.

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