max pov:
its been a couple days after what happened with bradley's dad. I've been trying to call him but he hasn't picked up the phone. I really hate seeing him like this, I didn't know his dad was that bad, i knew he was old fashioned but this is a whole other level. maybe one more call? i pick up my phone and try to call him. "come on brad pick up pick up.." i whisper to myself. he finally picks up the phone after days of not picking up. "bradley? mi amor I've been trying to call you for days." i sigh. "I'm sorry max," i can hear his voice breaking and him tearing up. it felt like a dagger in my heart for him to be like this. "i-i should've talked to you. I'm sorry it's all my fault. I-I'm im sorry" he says through the phone crying. he's never said I'm sorry this many times before. i understand why he didn't pick up im just worried about him. "hey hey brad it's fine. i totally get it. i was just worried but it's okay I'm glad your okay." I reassure him.
"i don't know what I did to deserve you" he said. my heart fluttered at that comment and I smiled. "you deserve everything good in this world cariño" i replied. "and don't worry about your dad. let's just do something to get your mind off of it. how about a picnic?" I said. "yeah I'd like that. thanks babe" he said. i love him so much. i just want him to be happy.
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