Bathroom (Max x Bradley) - Maxley

CHAPTER 21

I pulled out of the parking lot, going onto the road. Bradley was checking out the inside of my car, looking at my speedometer every few seconds. Because I didn't sleep well, my mood was not so great, and I was getting annoyed. "What?" I asked, slightly raising my voice, annoyed. "I do not feel like dying today because of your driving skills." Bradley was annoyed with me as well. "Don't worry. I am not Bobby."

Silence fell upon us. I would have played some music on the radio, but it was broken, so I couldn't do that, and we stayed sitting in silence. I was getting really tired, not wanting to drive for the next six hours. I could switch with Bradley for an hour or so, but he doesn't know where we're going. Plus, I don't think he'll ever drive this car. He is not comfortable enough to sit in it, let alone drive it.

My eyes were shutting, and if he wouldn't start talking to me, put some music on, or let me sleep, I would fall asleep. "So... Bradley. Why is your dad so focused on you being an athlete? I mean, as a doctor you would also get a lot of money and fame as well." Bradley was startled by the sudden conversation but answered my question. "I don't even know. I think it has something to do with the fact that when he was in his best years of football, he broke his leg and could never run as fast as before ever again. And he blames the doctors for it, saying they should have done a better job."

Wow. I must say I really don't like the father. He sounds like a total jerk. And even yesterday, he couldn't just be proud of his son, no. He had to want more from him. "No offense, but I really do not like your dad. The way he's fixated on sports and doesn't let you be happy, it's just- I can't even begin to phantom how that makes you feel. And your parents being so openly homophobic..." "They weren't always like that. At some point, they just got into the wrong circles and changed their whole personalities. When I was around the age of five, the change took place. It was horrible. From day to day they changed everything. The whole interior of the house, all of the clothes, all of them. And they wanted for me to change as well. That's why I actually went to this school. It's far away from them, has good biology courses, and enough sportsmen."

I smiled. I liked how open he was to me. "What are you smiling about?" Bradley noticed my weird behavior. "Oh, nothing... we are just getting so close. And I love that." He only scoffed but returned to smile. We stayed in comfortable silence for a few minutes.

I was starting to see double. I had to do something, or I would fall asleep. "Hey, Bradley? Do you want to drive for a while? We are on the highway, so you just go straight for the next half an hour," I asked Bradley, rubbing my eyes to see normally again. Bradley stayed silent. "Bradley?" "I can't. I don't know how to drive." I almost drove into the ditch. When I got the grip on the steering wheel again, I responded. "What? Why? Aren't you a senior or something?"

More silence. "I am, but I just never learned how to. It's not a big deal..." I was only half listening, my brain focused on trying to keep my eyes open. On the next pump station exit, I went down. I parked the car, turned it off, and went out of the car. Bradley was looking confused at me, not knowing what I was doing. I opened the behind door, got on the back seat, and layed down.

"What are you doing? Are you sick?" Bradley wanted to know, slightly panicking. "No, don't worry. I just didn't sleep much last night and I am afraid I might fall asleep during driving, so I will take a quick nap. Wake me up at nine," I said, already closing my eyes and drifting into the land of dreams.

I woke up to something warm hugging me. I opened my eyes, trying to figure out what was happening. And there was Bradley, lying next to me, hugging me, also sleeping. I only smiled, hugged him closer, and went back to sleep.

I woke up to the smell of coffee and donuts. I got up, feeling cold. I looked at the front, seeing Bradley there, sipping on his coffee and scrolling on his phone. When he noticed me being awake, he put his phone away and turned his attention to me. "Good day, sunshine. Did you sleep well?" "Yes, thank you. What time is it?" He checked his watch, turning his attention back to me. "It is currently nine fifty-six. I didn't want to wake you up, hence you looked really tired. So, I let you sleep longer."