It's 2 AM and Bradley. Can't. Sleep. He lies on the shitty form mattress, the bunk bed creaking every time he tries to move to a comfortable position, his clothes sticking to his skin, the sweat clouding his skin and most of all. The. Thoughts. Thoughts about those rumours and everything that's happened.
Bradley looking into it more, it was said that Bradley was spotted walking into Max's dorm at around 3:30AM, luckily nobody saw him trying to sleep on the campus bench. Now they think they atleast hooked up and are now dating..? God. Why does it has to be him? Max is a great guy. He's talented, smart, cool.. hot. Focus. You hate this guy. Though you've had your moments with him.. you're living with him temporarily.. but. He can't help but like him.
Through clouds of pretend hate is a liking for Baby Goof. After everything that happened, the ridicule, the loosing, his image being destroyed, his life at collage, almost. But he can't help but want to spend time with him. Despite the constant bickering, they have their moments. He sighs, rolling over.
After a couple more minutes of tossing and turning, he gets pissed off and throws his shirt off, tossing from the top bunk to the floor and lying back down, pissed with the sweat from the summer heat but also the thoughts that just won't go away. They're taunting him almost. Fucks sake. He tosses and turns around, only noises the faint buzzing of then AC and the creaks of the bed.
"Still up?" Max's voice makes him jump, he goes back to looking at the ceiling.
"Yeah. The.. heat.. is getting to me." Bradley speaks.
"assuming what you threw off the bunk was a shirt." Max pin points, also lying on his back on the bottom bunk, stuffed bear pressed to his side.
"Mhm. I can't handle heat.." He sits up. "Good thing I don't have any classes tomorrow until 1PM. I can sleep in. I need water." He starts to climb down the ladder, wearing only a pair of shorts.
Max lays back onto his side, watching him walk past. Damm. His body suddenly makes him sit up too. "I'll come too.." He stands up and follows Bradley into the kitchen.
He shoots Max a weird look but shrugs, they both lean against the counter top, a place that now seems to become their usual talking spot. After a couple seconds of silent, Bradley grabs a glass for himself and fills it with tap water.
"Yuck. Tap water." He voices his opinions before chugging the whole cup, wiping the excess from his lip.
Max eyes his lips. Fuck stop it. He blinks and pretends to act normal. "So.. have you heard the rumours..?" Max tries to pass off as casual conversation.
Bradley scoffs. "Oh. Don't remind me. Tank still thinks I'm sad and pathetic without him. Jokes on him I'm doing better with you then I ever would with him-" He stops himself from speaking as Max gives him a confused at the least look. "I- I mean as in if we were- but we're not- but tank's- fuck stop looking at me like that. Hah. I mean at the most I'd only use you to get back at Tank- No I'll be quiet."
Max stands there, surprised Bradley for one would ever admit he needs to shut up and two even think of Max like that. He raises an eye brow. "So you want to use me.. to get back at Tank..? Why..?"
"No..! I was just saying if I had to you'd be my first choice- I mean you're cool and hot and-" he stops himself again. "Totally stupid I hate you goodbye I'm going back to bed." Bradley goes to walk off, but Max gently grabs his arm. "Let go, Goof."
"You think I'm cool..?" Max asks, admiration in his voice and a slight sound of awe at his surprisingly kind words..? Well. Not kind to normal standards- Bradley standards though 100%.
He looks away, a bit embarrassed. "That slipped. I didn't mean to say that..!"
"Whatever you say, Brad."
"It's Bradley!" She snaps back, now facing him. Then he pauses, that stupid fucking smile on Max's face spins him out a bit. "You look very moved by some shitty comment." He crosses his arms.
"You don't give them often. What's this shit about wanting to get back at Tank then..?" Max takes a step forward so they're face to face fully again.
"I want to make him so jealous he begs me to come back. Then I'll say no fuck off." Bradley says with a tone of anger yet an undeniably small bit of passion.
"I can help with that." Max announces, a kind of serious facial expression displayed on his face.
Bradley has to double take this, blinking profoundly trying to process this. "Fine. Goof. Considering all the collage think we're dating anyways. Fake dating it is." He reaches his hand out for Max to shake.
He thinks for a second before shaking it firmly. "I expect you to treat me nicely and help me revise though. My grades are shit."
Bradley scowls. "Fine. I'll talk to you in the morning.. babe.. or whatever nickname gets you off." He says before walking out the room, back onto his top bunk.
Max just kind of stands in the kitchen for a second, processing everything that just happened. They're.. fake dating. What is this, that one South Park episode plot? Some Wattpad cliche? Maybe. He just agreed to fake date, another guy, and actually seemed partly happy about this. You know. Maybe he does actually like guys. Hm. Just sleep it off Max.
But after he curls up back onto his bottom bunk and gets all comfortable, he still can't shut his eyes a just.. sleep. God. Maybe he can talk to Bradley.
"Braaadd.." he groans, moving onto his side. It had been half an hour since their previous conversation.
"Bradley." He corrects him. "What do you want" he sounds a bit tired but annoyed, too.
"I can't sleep. Be a good fake boyfriend and do something about it." Max half whines from the bottom bunk, wondering how far he would be willing to go.
"If you want me to cuddle you, you can fuck right off." Bradley protests.
"..please..?" Max pleads, his voice a squeaky whisper almost.
"Will it get you to shut up?"
"Yes."
He groans before slowly climbing off the bunk and standing over Max on the bottom. "It's hot. You won't be able to sleep with me here either."
"Get used to it.. we're.. 'dating'." Max says sarcastically but in a overall joking way, trying to push Bradley as far as he could.
He groans again. "Move over."
He does so, scooting over and pressing up to the wall. Bradley lies down next to him, opening one of his arms and allowing him to cuddle into his side. Max reluctantly accepts, wondering why did he accept to do any of this shit and then push it to here. Boredom? Probably. Longing to actually be with another person? Eh. He places his head on his chest, hand on the other side of his chest.
"Now sleep. I'm tired." Bradley commands.
"Mm.. goodnight.." Max mumbles before drifting off, the whole time Bradley stays as still as he can and as soon as he falls asleep, he places a hand in his hair, stroking his fingers through the spikes. He then falls asleep himself.
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