Another thing Max learned today: Bradley's food was fucking delicious. He was already munching on his second plate of lasagna.
All three of them were currently sitting on the couch, eating, with the television playing on a moderate volume, when Bobby let out a burb that sounded like it had been locked in the depths of his chest for months. He smacked his lips and rubbed both hands over his belly.
Pause.
Max didn't know if he should laugh or cry. Laugh, because Bobby was being Bobby. Cry, because Bradley was looking over at his friend with a mixture of disgust and concern.
"Well Maxey, it's settled", Bobby said, leaning forward to place his empty plate (licked clean) onto the small couch table. "You'll have to marry the Bradster and then adopt me, so I can have a meal like this every day."
Max almost spit out his food laughing. "The fuck, dude."
He looked at Bradley next to him. The boy stopped chewing, plate and fork frozen in midair. There was a frown on his face and his dark blue eyes were fixing Bobby with a kind of disturbed distaste.
"I'll never get used to you", Bradley finally said, letting his plate and fork rest in his lap.
"But papa, how can you say that?", Bobby wailed dramatically.
Bradley continued to stare at him like he couldn't believe those words were actually coming out of Bobby's mouth.
"I'll go clean up the kitchen", he said flatly. He stood up, eager to flee the scene.
"No!" Max stood up and pushed Bradley down by the shoulders, making him blink in confusion.
"You cooked. I'll do the dishes", he said in a determined voice. "Besides, you're only half finished with your plate."
"And you." He turned around to Bobby. "What did I say about your bullshit level?"
Bobby made finger guns at him. "Low flame, baby."
"So?" Max crossed his arms over his chest.
Bobby was still grinning, but he turned towards Bradley, folding his hands apologetically.
"Forgive me, master, for my ill tongue. I vow to become a better person."
"Oh my god." Max smacked his forehead, trying to suppress the smile that was creeping up on him.
"How long do you plan to stay, again?", Bradley asked, very annoyed and still very irritated.
Bobby leaned back, making himself comfortable. "I dunno. How long do ya think P.J. can keep it standing?"
Bradley looked up at Max for help. "How do you tolerate him?"
Max just chuckled, shrugging his shoulders. "He grows on you."
"Boo ya!" Bobby let his head flop back and hang over the headrest.
Bradley just frowned, looking like he was about to disagree, but he settled for silently taking another bite of lasagna.
Max smiled. Just like he asked him to, Bradley was actually trying to be nice. At least for his circumstances.
"Hey Bobby?" Max kicked his friend lightly in the shin.
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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...
