Loving Swift | Bradley Bradshaw

chapter 12

I don't really want to talk about this past weekend and the funeral. It was the lowest point I had been in for months and I don't want to recall it. It was like deja vu from my parents' funeral, only Iceman wasn't there. Bradley became more of my rock than he has ever been that day now that he's my boyfriend, being able to comfort me in a better way than he ever was able to before. The entire Top Gun class was present at the funeral, and it doesn't help that my sobbing can get really loud if I'm trying to force down an anxiety attack. Sadly, between that and constantly clinging to Bradley's shirt, him rubbing my back and kissing my head while I cried, it had probably given Hangman another thing to hold over my head in the future. By the time I reached the end of the weekend and woke up this morning, I was ready to be back up in the air again, for Ice. I'm not going to lie my nerves were still shocked, but I would be okay. It helped a lot that Phoenix texted me trying to cheer me up this morning and in a way I definitely didn't expect.

Nat:

Hey! how ru holding up?

Tay: 

could be better 

here to cheer me up?

Nat:

maybe ;) 

while we were on the beach i was thinking of ways to cheer you up and i may or may not have been saving up some pretty hot pics of rooster shirtless on the beach the other day

Tay:

NO ur joking 

Nat: 

I'm not stg

Tay: 

OML if these are good one WILL become my new background on my phone 

PLEASE SEND

Nat: