sunshine [bradley bradshaw x OC]

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"you will each have five minutes from start to shoot me down. the person sitting with you will be your wingman." it turns out slider is our instructor for the next eight weeks. i have met him several times growing up due to him being great friends with my dad. i was never close with him, although he never seemed to particularly like me, i always assumed he didnt like kids.

the first couple of weeks at top gun went pretty well. i feel like these last four weeks have gone by so fast. ive avoided rooster at all costs, he hasnt made any effort to talk to me either. flore and i have settled in nicely into our new home, part of me wants to stay here but i know ill go wherever flore goes.

i have been to the bar so many times that i actually made friends with pennys daughter amelia. i often go to the hard deck during the day and help the little blonde twelve year old with her history homework, while penny serves me free beers and tells me stories of her teenage years.

i am top of the class so far at top gun. hangman is a close second, which had caused us to have a little feud between each other. i like to remind him that theres no points for second place to which he will reply with gaining points, making me
drop down on the leader board.

after everyone is changed into our flight gear, some head into the tarmac while others wait for separate instructions. i am walking toward my plane with flore by my side. i can see bradshaw heading toward his own and my heart stops for a second. "bradshaws not flying with us today is he?" i ask flore, having to yell slightly because of the planes taking off a little ways away. ive had a hood thing going with bradshaw the last four weeks, he ignores me, i ignore him, i dont want to ruin that with his bad flying.

"is that a problem lieutenant?" slider walks past us, looking at me as he goes.

"no sir, just curious sir." i assure him that there is no problem with me snd bradshaw, but he knows im lying through my teeth. he was there the first time i had to fly with bradshaw, he knows i hate him.

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"okay rooster, i swear if you dont drop down and take the damn shot, im going to punch you in the throat." we hsd thirty seconds left to shoot down hollywood and bradshaw was the only plane close enough to do so. only he wouldnt because be was a pussy and wouldnt go fast enought.

"watch your tounge lieutenant kazansky. your time is up, head back to base." sliders voice sounds over my radio, causing me to take off my mask angrily.

i get back to base and stay in my plane after the canopy opens. i dont wsnt a repeat of the last time i flew with bradbsaw so i think its best if i dont move u til be is oht of sight. onvce im sure hes gone, i head to the lockerroom to take a quick shower.

after i get home for the bight, i pace around my room in frustration. i debate calling bradbsaw just to give him an esrful, but decide aginst it because i know flore is asleep in the other room and j dont want to wake her up with yelling.

i let out a frustrated groan and flop onto my bed. deciding it would be a perfect night to go get drunk because i dont have class tomorrow, i get up and put on some more presentable clothes.

when i get to the hard deck, i park in my usual spot and head inside. greeting penny, i order a couple shots.

about an hour later, when im slightly more than tipsy, i see the door open and in walks a few other pilots. waving at them, i nearly forget that one of them is the guy i hate. i get off my stool and walk over to bradshaw, putting my arm over his shoulder.

"ahh, just the man i wanted to see, i am so mad at you right now." rooster is supporting me as i hang on him, slurring my words. maybe im a bit more drunk than i thought.

"damn, how much did you drink sunshine?" he looks down at me and i glare at him.

"i an not drunk." my words slur together and i have to keep myself from throwing up

"clearly."

"ive only had like....two shots, and half a beer?" i look at penny so she can confirm what ive had

"oh shes had way more than that," she hands bradshaw my tab and his eyes widen.

"okay, lets cut her off then. come on sunshine, im taking you home." he hands penny some cash and wraps his arm around me, leading me to the door.

"nooooo, i dont want to sleep with you yet, rooster!" i slur, weakly trying to tug myself out of his grip.

he looks at me, reaching into his pocket for his keys. "first off, youre super drunk so im not trying to sleep with you. second, im taking you home so you can actually sleep. we will talk about the 'yet' when your sober." he helps me into his jeep and buckles me in.

"can i pick the music?" i plug in my phone while he pulls out of the parking lot.

"are you going to play good music?" he looks at me briefly and then back to the road as i pause, thinking.

"no"

"play what you want," he laughs as "something that i want" by grace potter from tangled starts to play. i roll down my window and stick my head out, belting the words. i know that sober me would be extremely embarrassed but i dont drink to act like sober me, i drink to tell sober to go screw herself.

i think i can hear him singing the words too as he pulls into my driveway. he gets out and opens my door for me, giving me his hand to help me down.

"thank your mr. gentleman, sir. how did you know where i live?" i giggle and he leads me inside.

"well i asked you a couple time on our way here and you wouldnt answer so i called storm and she gave me your address."

"you didnt ask me, and storm is asleep."

"i did ask you, but you were to busy singing your heart out to the tangled soundtrack. and storm said she was staying with a friend tonight." he walks me inside and upstairs. i open flores door and see tbat shes not in there.

"thats a sober me problem honestly." i lead him to my room and lay down on my bed. i kick my shoes off and look up at brsdshaw. "i still hate you," are the last words i get out before i pass out completely.

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