Sharpshot- Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw

A lesson learned is a lesson earned

'Hey, Ams. Wake up.' I open my eyes slightly to adjust to the brightness and feel someone lightly shaking me.

'Ams, you awake?' I hear Bradley's calming voice and his warm chest against my back.

'Hm, yeah Brads'

He gives a soft chuckle which makes me blush yet again.

I wish this moment would last forever.

'Come on Ams, don't fall asleep on me right now'

'Why? You are perfect' I regret saying that out loud.

'I'm perfect now' he gives a cocky grin

'Wipe that smirk off your face before I do it'

'Awww is someone cranky from being woke up'

'No'

'Sure, what ever you say'

'Come on, we need breakfast and we got to get there for 8'

'Ok, what do you want'

'I don't mind'

'Hmm is beans on toast alright?'

'Yeah not too many beans though'

'Sure things Brads'

After our lovely breakfast it's just about 7:45 leaving us 10 minutes-ish and 5 minutes to get ready and be at our F-18s

'Brads, we going on my bike or in your truck'

'I'd much rather prefer a massive truck then a windowless death machine'

'Ok'

I put my keys away safe and lock up my place before sitting in Bradley's truck.

I hear strangely familiar beats to a great song known as great balls of fire.

'Really Bradshaw'

'I don't know what you are talking about'

'The song is my favourite among the iver hundred so I think a coincidence has happened'

'Possibly'

'I knew it'

'Good, I'd hope you'd know that song so I didn't need to search for any of the other hundred'

'Well Brads, my music taste is everywhere and it's perfect'

'Sometimes'

'What did you just say'

'I said sometimes or do I need a microphone gor you to hear'

'You are lucky, you are driving'

'Am I now?'

'Yes you are otherwise you may lose the ability to have kids'

'Ok' he squeaks out.