Bradley had a crush. He couldn’t deny that any longer.
But.
A crush was just a crush. Some silly, little feeling that would go away soon.
People on campus used to call him King Bradley. He was the king of denial.
“You have a list?”
Max was leaning over Bradley’s shoulder to get a look at the piece of paper in his hands.
Bradley forced himself to stay still as he felt the boy’s warmth close to his cheek. Max let his hand rest on Bradley’s shoulder as his eyes skimmed over the items he had written down. The gesture didn’t make his heart race at all. Not the slightest.
King of denial.
“You don’t?” He made sure his voice had a derogatory tone to it. Something to repel the boy. To get him out of his space.
“Nah”, Max said, turning to look at Bradley with that goofy smile on his lips. “I usually just grab whatever seems good.”
Bradley could feel the ghost of Max’ breath on his face as he spoke, and the sensation sent all kinds of funny feelings to his belly.
“Well”, he said, detangling himself from Max. “Happy grabbing stuff then.”
Lame. His brain wasn’t functioning at the moment, okay.
“I’m taking the cart”, he said, avoiding eye contact with the boy.
“Okay.”
Bradley heard Max’ chuckle behind him as he pushed the cart, taking quick steps to bring some distance between them.
He felt hot. From the sun of course. He should go for the freezer shelves first, cool down a bit, and remind himself of how insignificantly small his crush on Max actually was.
Yeah, he should do that.
Instead, his brain showed him pictures of the small gap between Max front teeth, which he now had HD quality memory of after it had practically been pushed into his face. His skin still tickled where Max’ warm breath had ghosted over it. He’d still smelled faintly of the syrup Bradley had put into the porridge.
He let out a frustrated grunt, ripping open the glass door of the first freezer shelve he came across. Bradley felt cold air wafting over his heated skin and took in a deep breath.
“Get a grip”, he muttered under his breath, glaring at the collection of cheese in front of him. “You’re being stupid.”
The cheese didn’t answer.
Bradley rolled his eyes, reaching into the freezer to grab a pack of spread cheese. He was talking to dairy products. His lows were getting lower by the minute.
He turned back around, the pack almost sliding from his fingers as several items were thrown into his cart with a loud thud.
Yes, he jumped. He was kind of having a crisis, okay?
“The fuck, Goof”, he hissed when he found the boy grinning back at him.
“Did I startle you?”, Max asked, cocking his head slightly. “Sorry, didn’t mean to.”
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Good Luck, Babe!
FanfictionMax' cheeks burned up and he felt more than a little dumb for it. But it was the truth. Bradley was pretty. Not just now but in general. Only it never really came through when he was acting like a massive bitch. But now, with Bradley looking at him...
