Skateboarding Lovers || Maxley

21

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When I open my eyes I'm hit with the sunlight that's filling the room.
I rub my eyes while I sit up in bed, trying to get them to adjust to the light.
I look over at the window squinting, the warm sun shining brightly in my face.

Even though I can barely see right now, it looks like a really nice day outside. It's also scorching hot, where the hell did this heat come from? Not that I'm complaining, my mood is always instantly boosted when the weather is nice.

I look over to the spot in bed next to me, and surprisingly Bradley's still there, asleep.
It's surprising that Bradley's just letting me sleep in his bed now...not that I'm complaining. It makes me happy that he seems to feel comfortable enough to sleep in the same bed as me, this is a big change from the old Bradley. I remember accidentally touching his hand once when we had to sit next to each other for a class back at the X games, and the look of pure disgust he gave me after I did that was insane, he then proceeded to stare me in the eyes as he pulled out a bottle of hand sanitizer and poured half the bottle onto his hand. He was seriously acting like I had the plague or something. It made me angry at the time, but now looking back I find his dramatic pettiness hilarious.

I can't help but stare as he lies next to me, just analyzing and making a mental image of the sight. Even though I can't see his face, he looks so cute when he's sleeping. It's the only time he really seems peaceful.

The sun shines down on his bare back, making a yellow glow around him.
His hair is slightly messy from sleeping, the sun making his chestnut brown hair appear a very light brown color.
All I want to do is to run my hand through it, but I resist.

After a few more minutes of watching him I finally manage to tear my eyes away, to get up and head into the bathroom.

I walk over to the sink to brush my teeth, but then realize I've forgotten my toothbrush.
I begin checking the cupboards for a spare toothbrush lying around, when I come across a bottle of whiskey.

Odd...who keeps their alcohol in the bathroom?

I brush it off and walk back into the room, seeing Bradley now lying on his back and rubbing his eyes.

I walk over to him and stop right next to the bed. "Morning." I say with a grin as I look down at him.

He opens one of his eyes to look at me, a hand still on his face to block out the sun.
He puts his hand back over both of his eyes, letting out a sigh before saying; "Why are you looking at me like that? I don't need your cheery attitude this early."

"I know you might be allergic to happiness Brad, but that doesn't mean I have to be." I joke.

"Uh huh, whatever. Just leave me to wake up."

Ignoring this request, I go into the bathroom and get a handful of water before going back over and chucking it at him.

He shoots up in his bed, clearly startled from the water I just chucked on him.
As he sits up the covers slide down him, revealing his lean figure.
I should be laughing at his reaction, but instead I just stare. The sun shines behind him, outlining his body. Once again, like many times before all I can do is stare at his beauty.

Me being too engrossed with the sight in front of me, I fail to notice him jumping out of bed to grab me.
This snaps me back to reality, and I begin to fight him off as he drags me into the bathroom.
Against all my best efforts, he manages to drag me over to the sink. He turns the faucet on and tries shoving my head under the water, but instead I manage to pull my head from his grip and flick another handful of water at him.

We laugh as we fight next to the sink, trying to overpower one another as we get water everywhere.
By the time we're done fighting, we're both mostly soaked.