The Best of Brad

Chapter 9

It's the second day of the tournament and so far my team has 1 more game to win and we'll have won the whole tournament. I know, I know I'm a boss. I mean we're a boss. Today we didn't have to be at the ball park till 9:30 so we slept in till 8. We ate continental breakfast at the hotel then went to the ballfields. We have an hour before our next game and we are currently eating ballpark hotdogs. Yum. Hint the sarcasm.

"Hey, Aerial just stopped me at the concession stand and she said that we're playing Raymond's team in 20 minuets." Mallory says. Aerial might happen to be Raymond's niece so she's probably pissed about the whole nose thing.

"Well then there's all the more reason to win this game!" Brad mumbles slash yells through a hotdog. He's just so well mannered and charming, it all just adds to his sexiness. (Gag.) Ahh sarcasm the lowest form of wit.

"Your such a pig." I say shoving his shoulder playfully.

"Aww don't act like you don't love it." Brad groans shoving the rest of the hotdog in his mouth.

"You have a ketchup mustache." Mallory points out.

"Oh I do? Hey Liv you mind?" Brad asks playfully puckering his lips, making kissing noises.

"I think you can manage Yosemite Sam." I giggle scooting back slowly scared that a sudden movement might make him attack.

"Oh quite the contrary." Brad's arms incircle me and he starts to pepper little kisses all over my face and neck. I can feel the cold smelly tomatoey paste smearing all over me.

I squirm out of Brad's embrace giggling as I wipe my face off on a napkin, which I throw at Brad and successfully hits him in the face. "Ugh I feel like a giant french fry, thank you." I tell Brad who is wiping his face with the napkin I threw at him. I don't know why because clearly he wiped all the ketchup was smeared on my face. Jerk wad.

"Okay, that was so adorable. I totally ship Lad." Mallory squeals. I totally forgot she was even there, heck I forgot we're in public. He he, I'm doomed. So so doomed.

"Lad?" Brad questions.

"Ya because Bivia doesn't sound right." Mallory shakes her head deep in thought.

"Lad is not our ship name. O-rad is." Brad says with a smug smile. And my eyes nearly bug out of my head.

"Uh how about this? No ship name. I am not some tumbler controlled fan-girl girlfriend." I exclaim With a stern look. To hell I'm going to become one of those girlfriends.

"But baby, I want a ship name." Brad pouts and I instantly blush from being called baby. I turn to try and hid my blush but it's too late he already saw it I can tell by his smirk. Cocky sun of a biscuit.

"We should probably get going." I stutter. God he has an effect on me.

"Ya totally." Mallory hums sarcastically. I swear I love my best friend but she can be a big pain in my ass sometimes, no cross that a lot of times, but thats one of the reasons I love her because I can't shake her 'cause she's always bitting my but all the time. (A/N: Run on.)Ha ha I'm so punny. God, I need medication.

"Bye Liv." Brad says kissing my cheek and pushing towards the warm up field.

"Bye Brad." I say dazed heading to the field smiling to myself, tripping and almost falling due to my lack of concentration. I hear Brad laugh at my dazed state and wish the ground would just swallow me whole.