𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫 • bradley bradshaw

𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞: 𝐝𝐨𝐠 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥

at about seven in the morning, there was a knock on bolter's door.

rooster blinked his eyes open when the knocking came again.

"what the hell?"

he rubbed his eyes and gently lifted bolter up and lied her back down on the couch instead of his legs so that he could stand up.

the knock came again and he went to open the door.

when he opened it, he saw that it was pheonix standing behind it.

"rooster?" pheonix furrowed her eyebrows.

"pheonix? what're you doing here?" he grumbled as he rubbed his eyes. "i thought you and bolter hated each other."

"i think the real question is what're you doing here?" pheonix asked. "i thought you and bolter hated each other."

"we had an unexpected sleepover." rooster replied.

phoenix squinted at him, then looked behind him so she could get a glimpse of the chinese food on the table and the paused movie on the tv.

"oh, so you unexpectedly drove to her apartment and unexpectedly went inside then unexpectedly ordered chinese food and unexpectedly watched a—."

"no, i unexpectedly slept over. the other shit i did on purpose." he interrupted.

"are you guys back together?" pheonix asked.

"not yet. we just hung out and talked things through then watched the breakfast club and cuddled and that's when i accidentally fell asleep." he explained.

"okay, well, marverick was wondering where you guys were. it's 7 am." she replied.

"oh shit. okay, uh, i'll wake her up and go home to get ready then we'll be over to train." he said.

"oh, we're not training today. mav said we're going to the beach today." pheonix informed.

rooster rolled his eyes. "of course we are. he's just wasting time at this point."

"i think he's trying to teach us something, but in more of a fun way. see you guys at the beach." pheonix winked, then left.

bradley sighed and closed the door.

"who was that?" robin asked in a groggy voice as she rubbed her eyes.

"pheonix. apparently, we're going to the beach." bradley sighed.

"the beach? for what?" she asked.

"maverick has some special training for us, i guess." he replied. "i'm gonna take off and get ready."

"no need. you left clothes here from the last time you were here." she reminded.

"but i need to wash." he added.

"i have a shower too, bradley. do you think i don't wash or something?" she raised her eyebrows.

he smirked. "sometimes."

she grabbed a pillow and threw it at him, but he caught it.

"just joking, you always smell good."

"i know."

"alright, i guess i'll shower here." he sighed.

"don't sound too excited." she said, sarcastically.

he let out a laugh and started walking to the bathroom.

"can i join?" she called.

"nope!" he called back.

"dang it." she muttered.