Enemies to Lovers

Advice

Bradley's POV

I shut the door behind him and lock it, my heart racing a bit. "That was... fun heh. Maybe we can do that again sometime." I say as I look at the clock on the wall. "It's getting pretty late. I should probably head to bed shortly." I say to myself as I put my clothes in the washer to be washed and check the dryer. "Huh?" I look in the dryer and see a red hoodie. "That's not mine. Did Max forget it somehow?" I say as I pull it out and look at it. "It doesn't even look like it fits him anymore. Why would he still have it?" I say as curiosity gets the better of me and I slip it on over my shirt. It was a bit big on me, which was surprising, to say the least. I would've thought Max would've been smaller than me. Then again, he does have a small waist. My cheeks turn red at the thought of me holding him by the waist again. I shake away the thought. "It's so comfy. Should I return it?" I didn't want to take it off. It was so comforting and despite being washed, smelled just like Max. "I'll keep it safe for him for tomorrow." I mutter softly. I take it off and place it on the nearby chair, changing into my pjs.

I look at the hoodie and sigh to myself before putting it back on. "Maybe it'll help me sleep a little bit better. I don't want to have another nightmare like last night." I say softly as I lay in bed with my reading glasses on, beginning to read. My eyes began to droop slightly and before I knew it, I had passed out with the book still in my hands. It wasn't until two pm that I finally woke up. "Mmhm." I groan as I slowly sit up, looking at the time. "That's... the first time I've slept without a nightmare in the first four months..." I say softly as I look down at the hoodie. "It has to be a coincidence... right?" I say softly as I get up from bed, rubbing my eyes a bit as I yawn. I take the hoodie off and place it off to the side gently. I take off my pjs and change into my regular outfit. I stretch and begin making myself a cup of coffee when I hear a knock at the door. "One second." I mutter as there's another knock. "I'm coming!" I yell before walking over to the door and opening it to see Tank.

"Tank? Everything okay?" I ask as he nods. "Yeah. We were worried about you. You didn't answer anyone's texts." I pinch the bridge of my nose and sigh, slightly annoyed at what he was implying. "Tank, I'm not really suicidal anymore. Not since my father supposedly beat it out of me when I was younger. And what do you mean by 'we'?" I ask as standing behind Tank was none other than Max. My heart pounded in my chest as I looked at him. Did he really just hear me say all of that?! Oh god. He was going to have so many questions, wasn't he? Max walks up and pulls out the wired earbuds from his ears. "Huh? Oh. Hey Bradley! Sorry to drop by like this before our shift. Just wanted to make sure you were okay." He says as I breathe a sigh of relief. Good. He hadn't heard what I just said to Tank. "Sorry to have scared you guys. I fell asleep last night. Almost immediately after you left, Max." I say softly. "You guys want to come in? I just made some coffee for myself." I say as they agree and walk in. We all head to the kitchen and I begin making coffee for everyone. "Ever thought about decorating, Bradley?" Tank asks as I nod. "Yes, I have. I'm just unsure of what I should put up and where it should go." I say as I look at the box of Gamma photos. "Don't forget to take that this time, Tank." I say softly as he nods. I finish preparing everyone's coffee the way they like it and hand it to them. We all talk for a little bit until Max gets up to excuse himself to the restroom.

Immediately after he leaves, my phone goes off and I look at it. It's a text from Tank. I look at him with a confused look before checking the text. It read, "You can be annoyed all you want about us being here, but Max has been worried about you lately. Everyone has. You'll have to tell him what's going on eventually. It's not good for your mental health, and you know it. You helped get me out of my depressed state when we first met. Now let Max help you, Bradley." I look at him and he gives an encouraging smile. I sigh to myself as I knew he was right. I couldn't keep doing this. I check the time. How was it already four pm?! I hadn't even done anything yet other than talk about life with them, except for the stuff going on with my father. I think I'll talk to Max about it after work tonight.