The Best of Brad

Chapter 6

  During the car ride to Kentucky Mallory falls asleep and I listen to the radio with Brad.  One of my favorite songs 'Don't' by Ed Sheeran  Comes on and I mumbling the lyrics under my breath and typing my hand on the seat.

"On my hotel door.  I don't even know if she knows what for.  She was crying on my shoulder, I all ready told her trust and respect is what we do this for.  I never intended to be next.  But you didn't need to take him to bed that's all.  And I never saw him as a threat, until you disappeared with him to have sex; of corse."  I sing under my breath.

"Your good."  Brad says once the song ends.

"Ya sure." I scoff.

"I'm not joking.  That was good, you know Ed Sheeran?"  He asks.

"Ya.  I love his music it's the best, and that's my favorite song of his."  I answer.

"What's you all time favorite song?"  He smiles at me and a grabs ahold of my hand.

"Don't make fun."  I warn.

"I won't just tell me."  He says.  "I promise."

"My all time favorite song is 'Don't You Forget About Me.'  But my favorite song right now is 'Shut Up and Dance'."  I say and nod my head to the song on the radio.

"You like 'The Breakfast Club'?"  He asks and smiles.

"Who doesn't?"  I reply with a smile playing on my lips.

"Can you give me the directions to the hotel please, baby?"  He asks with his eyebrows scrunched together in concentration.

"Sure."  I smile when he calls me 'baby'.  "Go left and the 'Holiday Inn' on the right." 

"Do you like it when I call you 'baby'?"  He smiles and I turn crimson red.

"Ya, kinda."  I blush.  I love it.

"Okay, baby, where here."  He says and smiles at my  embarrassed expression.

Brad parks his car and checks in while I wake Mallory.  Once Mallory's up brad comes back out to help with the bags.  Brad gets mine and his bag and Mallory gets her own.  We leave our ball bags in Brads trunk though.

"Room 468, baby."  Brad says once we've reached the forth floor.

"Kay."  Is all I say while sliding the key card in to there correct door.

Once we're all in the room I shut the door and go to my duffel bag.  I pull out a sports bra, sliding shorts, socks, and my softball jersey and pants.  I look over and relies Mallory has done the same and is making her way to the bathroom.  Great.  I turn to Brad.

"Turn around."  I say pointing a finger at him.

"What?"  He questions.

"I have to change so turn around, Mister."  I put my hands on my hips.

"Okay, okay."  He says with his hands up in defeat and turns around.

I quickly take off my closes and and pull on my sports bra and sliding shorts.  While I'm pulling up my socks someone knocks on the door, scaring me making me fall over.  

"Fuck."   I hiss causing Brad to turn around.  He immediately runs over to me to help me get up.

"Are you okay, Liv?"  He questions.

"Ya I'm fine, just see who's at the door."  I say.

Brad looks me up and down quickly and then says something.  "You might want to put on a shirt, babe."  

"Oh ya, thanks."  I say and throw on my jersey while he answers the door.  

"Liv... Oh your not Olivia or Mallory.  I'm sorry for bothering you sir."  Says my softball couch Smooth.  Yes we call him Smooth because he's anything but smooth.  

"Smooth!"  I yell from behind Brad.  Smooth looks at me then back at Brad.

"Ahh Liv we have to be at the fields at 8 so you have and hour and to be there."  He says and gives me an amused look with raised eyebrows at Brad.

"I'll make sure they get there on time Sir."  Brad says to Smooth.

Smooth gives him in amuses look and pats his shoulder, "You better, lad."  And leaves.

"Smooth?"  Brad questions after he closes the door.

I nod.  "Ya.  We should get some breakfast."  I am now fully dressed.

"Lets go."  Mallory says stepping out of the bathroom.  

We end up going to a junky 'Waffle House' witch has really good eggs.  Mallory and I get eggs and Brad gets french toast.  

"Seven thirty we better get going ladies."  Brad says.  We all get in his car and drive off to the softball fields.

Once we arrive I give Brad my purse and phone before heading to warm up.  He tells me he'll cheer for me when I'm up and kiss my lips swiftly before going to sit on the bleachers.  I tell him bye and thank him for coming, again.