💜 Maxley- Bradley x Max ❤️

Heat

( ★ Y'all -- I'm so sorry, a lot happened; I overdosed as most of you know, I was in the mental recreation hospital for 10 days, nearly got kidnapped, nearly got killed by multiple cars, nearly got in multiple car crashes -- but don't worry, I'm still alive! {For now T-T} anygays, here, I'll try to make a longer chapter for you as an apology :} Ɛ> ★ )

"It's so hot for no reason... maybe because it's August or something..." Bradley laid there on the couch, his eye lids growing heavier and heavier with each painfully slow passing second, yet sleep seemed no where in reach as he writhed and rolled every which way to find comfort. He sighed after a while and finally stood up, his legs weak and shaking slightly as he stumbled to the bathroom down the hall and leaned on the sink counter for support.

The tall male forced his eyes open, despite the pain that came with it, and brought his thin, tender hands up to his eyes -- carefully taking out his contacts as he put them in the container next to his right elbow. Bradley glanced over to the cabinet next to him and took out a bottle of melatonin pills, popping it open and tossing one into his mouth before shutting the container and putting it back.

He sighed for the fifth time in that hour, and practically dragged himself to his bedroom, hanging onto the walls and doorframes he passed. "Tired.... So... Fucking tired..." He murmured under his shaky breath as he flopped down onto his king bed -- the movement causing it to bounce with his bodyweight as the top mattress was so light and fluffy.

Bradley felt as if he was melting into the bed, like it was the cool water tempting him in as the sun burned brightly overhead. Sun?... Hm... Maybe he should go on vacation soon -- ah, but no! He can't, he has a tournament to go to next week. Well, maybe after that, but before summer ends, for sure -- no one would want to visit Miami in the fall or winter -- or well, not him at least.

He became lost in his roomba if thought, each word sending different ideas and memories though his brain, and eventually his heavy eyes shut again and he fell asleep.

Max, oh poor, poor Max. He had gotten home, and watched through the window as Bradley left, his headache finally becoming more noticeable and demanding his attention. He groaned softly and sat down, holding his head in pain as he clenched his jaw. Suddenly, the phone rang, which only hurt the migraine, but he stood up and answered it.

"Yes, hello?... Oh, Dad! How are you-.... What?.... What do you mean?! Are you sure?! But she was just here, in this town -- she -- you're positive that's her?! Okay.... Okay I'll come down tomorrow... Alright, thank you.... Yeah, I love you too Dad. Oh, uhm... Do you think we could talk about something once I get home too? Like, after we go visit her? Alright... Yeah, okay... Mkay, bye -- I love you."

Max hung up the phone with an exasperated sigh, rubbing his temple as he walked to the kitchen and opened one of the cabinets. He took out some pain killers and took two with a glass of water before he slumped back to the couch and strew himself across it. "Oh my gods, the heat is killing me right now..."