Into Your Arms

A couple of months had passed, and life was on the uphill swing. Not to mention, you finally had a couch in your house, so you could have friends over and they wouldn't have to sit on the hardwood floor. Hangman could no longer bitch and complain, but you were sure he would still find something else. Bradley had been seeing a counselor to help him deal with the grief of his parents, and deal with his emotions rather than harboring them and letting them consume him; surprise, the "counselor" was Pete. In turn, it was helping Pete deal with his grief from the past as well. The situation was a win-win for everyone. Bradley said he's been feeling a lot better, and we could all feel the positive energy that radiated from him. Letting Pete into his life, and not just from the outside, you felt had a lot to do with it. Pete lost his best friend that day, and Bradley had lost his father. They had a lot more in common than Bradley initially realized.

Bradley planned a night out for all of us, wanting to unwind with our best friends. Jules and I had been wanting to go to an Ava Max concert for so long, and once we got Penny started on her music, it was the terrible trio of complaining to the guys until they finally gave in and bought us tickets. The kicker is though, they bought themselves tickets too. Weird? Definitely not. Bradley could get into some Britney Spears if you let him, so Ava Max wasn't near as surprising (he wouldn't tell Jake or Pete that, though).

The concert was about two hours away, so we all
booked a night at a hotel in that city, and made reservations for a fancy dinner before the concert. We were apparently going all out. Us girls were told everything was taken care of, and to just get ready and roll with the flow.

"Hey baby, blue or black? I cant decide. I mean, obviously both of these look good on me, I know that, but what looks the BEST?" You couldn't help but laugh as Bradley came into your bedroom, shirtless, holding up a black and blue dress shirt.

"To be honest, you look the BEST when you're 100% naked, but seeing as how I don't feel like round-housing some random girls ass tonight, I'd go with the blue." You playfully winked. Only half playfully, though. You would really roundhouse someone when it came to him, girl or guy. "You kind of look like a Backstreet Boy from the Black and Blue album."

"Oh, I'll show you the Shape of My Heart, hot stuff. And the shape of something else too." He teased as he snapped his fingers and walked off.

"How did you even know that song was on that specific album?!" You erupted into a hysterical fit of laughter. Bradley just stuck his finger out from around the corner and flipped you off.

He decided to take your advice and go with the blue shirt. He work black slacks, the blue dress shirt, and black jacket. Everything was nicely fitted against his muscular frame. He left his golden brown hair perfectly undone, and was clean shaven except for that mustache that worked wonders against your skin every time it made contact.

He had actually bought you a dress, all on his own, for tonight's occasion. You were totally surprised when you saw it hanging in the closet, draped in black garment bag. It was floor length, off the shoulder, long sleeve, black, and with one slit up the side. The slit went higher than you would typically wear. It pulled you out of your comfort zone. "Baby, you would look beautiful holding a can for change outside of a Chili's restaurant. I would 100% give you my money, even if Carrie Underwood was next to you begging, unless there was a homeless dog involved..anyway, you can definitely pull off the high slit," he remarked when you had expressed your insecurity about it. He gets off track sometimes, but his compliments don't go unnoticed.

You had finally gotten dressed. You wore your long dark hair straight down with it curved under at the bottom, one side completely slicked back behind your ear. You threw on some simple jewelry, admiring yourself in the mirror. You knew how to clean up nice, there was just never a need for it. You either went to work at the Hard Deck, or went to eat/drink, at the Hard Deck. Needless to say, your life was spent inside of a bar, cleaning up spilled liquor or drinking it. You hadn't noticed Bradley walk up behind you as you were zoning way too far into your thoughts.