[AUTHORS NOTE: Caution, this fanfic is NOT serious...meaning some GOOFY themes and unrealistic/uncanon tropes.]
MAX
"What the fuck Brad?! Where the hell am I?!" I shouted at him, scooting farther away from where he stood. Bradley was wearing a satin pajama set- even a sheer robe with fluff covering the edges. "Calm down freshman. Do you not remember anything that had happened?" Bradley asked, sitting in a lounge chair across the living room. "Uh. No? Care to explain?!" I asked frantically. *Shit. What happened?* I thought to myself. "You were really drunk. All your friends were kicked out of the bar. You decided to try and crowd surf? Things didn't end well. Apparently you landed on some chick and her boyfriend got super pressed. I had to pry you from his grip." Bradley explained. That explains how sore I was.. I stood up, brushing my hands on my pants. "Well thanks I guess.. This just isn't very professional." I replied, my eyes searching around his home. You could clearly see how wealthy he was, a giant chandelier hung from the ceiling, and trophies were covering the walls. "Oh come on Max. You know me, I know you. I just didn't want my newest employee to die so soon." Bradley said, brushing off the comment. I noticed all his X-games trophies, and immediately remembered our feuds. I began to walk out the door, when Bradley stopped me. "Leaving so soon huh?" I got butterflies, which I quickly blocked out. "I need to go home Bradley. Why would I stay anyways?" I responded, trying to avoid his blaring eye contact. "Okay then. Leave." Bradley responded, visibly offended. I left.
Once at my apartment, I found a note from PJ, and Bobby passed out on the couch. The note read: ~Gone to work! Hopefully you read this, we have no clue where you went last night! Be home late!~ Great. I decided to go to sleep, my grogginess becoming overwhelming.
The dreams were back. This time worse. Bradley was walking towards me, getting closer with wide strides. I jerked up in bed. *I need mental help.* I thought as I got up for water. I walked into the dark kitchen, seeing Bobby in his bedroom now. I grabbed a cup, and filled it from the sink. As I sipped on it, I nearly choked when I saw Bradley Uppercrust the Third sitting on my couch. He got up, and slowly walked over to me. "Bradley?! How did you get into my house?!" I said, shocked. "Don't be scared Maxamillion. It's just me." Bradley said, taking off his shirt. *Holy shit. What is going on?!* I dropped my water as my jaw hit the floor. Brad messed up his hair, his chest bare in my kitchen. He reached out his hand, touching my neck. And then I woke up.
