Skateboarding Lovers || Maxley

Chapter 11

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I woke up to Bradley gone. I got up and headed to his bathroom, when I opened the door Bradley was stood there brushing his teeth.

He seemed a little startled before quickly going back to his usual moody demeanor. "You're supposed to knock."

I began walking towards him. "Oh, sorry. My bathroom has a lock so I'm used to just trying the doorknob."

He just went back to brushing his teeth.

I noticed he was only wearing shorts. It was the same exact feeling every time, I just couldn't seem to get rid of.

I went and stood next to him checking my injuries in the mirror. "Didn't expect you to fight like that Brad."

"Huh? Oh, yeah..."

"...Didn't think you were the fighting type at all...well, not in the physical sense."

"Well, Goof. For you I can make an exception." He said smirking slightly.

"Aw, how sweet of you Bradley." I said jokingly batting my eyes and holding my hands up to my face.

"Wow, saying my actual name for once?"

"I like to mix it up. What's your deal with that anyways, don't like nicknames or something?" I said curious.

"...I just prefer my full name." He said simply. "Is Max short for anything? Maxwell or something."

"Maximilian."

"Yikes. I understand why you go by Max." He said jokingly.

"Okay Bradley Uppercrust the Third." I said elbowing him.

He rolled his eyes at me while putting his toothbrush down.

He checked his watch. "You better get going before the gammas wake up."

"What time is it?"

"Eight thirty."

"Eight Thirty??" I said before grabbing his arm to look at the watch. "I never normally wake up this early without an alarm."

He quickly snatched his arm back. "Well, good thing you did or you would be jumping out the window to leave."

I smirked at him before going to grab my stuff from his room.

I slipped my orange shirt on, then looked down remembering it had blood on it. I took it back off throwing it onto the floor, then walked back to the bathroom.

"Uh, could I borrow a shirt?" I said leaning against the bathroom doorframe.

He sighed. "Yeah, but bring it back. And those shorts."

"Cool, thanks." I said about to walk away.

"Wait, don't you still have my shirt and sweater."

"...Oh shit yeah, I forgot about that."

"You still haven't brought them back so how do I know you will bring these clothes back." He said raising an eyebrow.

"...Don't you still have my power line shirt?"

His expression dropped suddenly. "...Uh, maybe."

"So we can do a swap, I'll give you your clothes back and you give me that shirt."

He sighed. "Fine, come by here tonight then."

I put one of his shirts on then put my dirty clothes into my backpack.

I walked over to the door about to leave. "Bye Brad." I said loudly.

"Shh." He hissed sticking his head out of the bathroom.