The Mistakes We Made

Lifestyles of the rich and the famous

Most people who could stand in our shoes and have a famous school friend that brought an endless budget on high profile nights out in clubs that normally you would never be able to step foot in, and could introduce you to the worlds most elite entertainers, would bite the hand off of Brad King and keep on chomping right up to the shoulder, taking everything that they could get from the free-ride ticket to stardom. The twins, for example, they exploited Brad. They would abuse his position and power that he had by bagging free nights out with him, indulging in the high class sex that came with hanging around a celebrity. They went on free holidays with him, fucked the gorgeous women... and on Max's preference, men, that Bradley would attract several times a month by travelling up to see him in his fancy house in London.

Seth and I on the other hand, at first did get swept up in the crazy new life that Brad was enjoying. Seth though, got burnt super quick by the girls he met through Brad on nights out. They discovered that dating a friend of Brad King was not the same as dating Brad KIng. Seth was a girls fantasy when he was training for the Marines, they all loved this muscle clad mate that Brad adored, but after his diabetes diagnosis, Brad's female friends didn't want to date a depressed bloke that worked in a pub and spent all his free time in the gym. They wanted the glitz and glamour. Once Seth's depression got to a point of no return, he realised himself that Brad's world was not for him.

Myself, it was more simple. I didn't really like the fake Brad that he portrayed when in the public eye. I was honest about that with Brad. I liked the foul mouth friend that took the piss out of me and sent the friendship group gross pictures of the biggest turd he had produced. I stopped going to the fancy nights out when our friends with benifits got more established. Deciding that the Brad that came home to Burr every once in while was the truest and best version of him.

I looked at Seth's facial expressions as the car Brad had put us in waited for the automatic garage door to go up so we could make full use of the underground parking Brad's house offered at his London home. I sometimes wondered if he was jealous at all of Brad. If he was, he kept those thoughts firmly to himself.

I had been here only once for a moving in party. I got into an arguement with Brad because I wanted to take Jen to a hotel as she was in danger of drinking herself to death with the amount of alcohol freely on offer. Brad, who was portraying cool pop star that could now afford to live in the same street as the Beckhams, wanted no fuss and to just let Jen enjoy herself. I ultimately won the arguement as Jenny later on, after being left to her own devices, fell down Brad's twirly whirly marble staircase and knocked herself out while Brad drank champagne in his state of the art kitchen and fondled a model's ass all night with his stupid band mates that in all honesty, I, nor Seth, nor Jen or the twins had ever taking a liking to. Jenny never got another invite to one of Brad's parties after that, and I always politely declined.

"Hey guys!" Brad said as he opened up the door I was sat next to. "Alright, mate?" Seth said from beside me as we both scooted out of the car. I gave Bradley a hug which he welcomed with a squeeze and took my hand. "Seth, dont worry about that, I will have your bags taken up to your rooms in a bit, just leave them in there." Brad said as he saw Seth make his way toward the boot to get his own bag as he normally would. Seth gave me the first 'look' of the stay, which we had made into a bit of a joke on the way up here. It was kind of Bonkers Bradley Bingo. Funny little rich things that Brad would do on his own turf but not in Burr. I held my smile in.

Leading the way into the house, Brad leaned into my ear. "I have a surprise for you." He whispered. "You know I don't like surprises." I said. Brad smiled. "Yeah... but this one is really sweet." He said looking content with his plans. Sweet, was a questionable word coming from his lips. One I had not been on the receiving end of before. We walked into the side door to his kitchen. It looked different now to how I remember it crowded with people at the party. Black marble work tops which were littered with all the cool kitchen gadgets you could imagine and what looked like an all singing all dancing coffee machine that wouldn't look out of place in Starbucks. The cabinets were a gleaming white and the floor some expensive looking wood that put my crappy 2 metres of lino to shame.