Good Luck... Bradley? *INFREQUENT UPDATES*

:chapter five:

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     "What do you mean this whole 'Bradley Steven Perry' thing?" Cierra asked, quoting the actor's name with her fingers. I shook my head. "Too much effort to explain." I said. But secretly I didn't want her to know that I used to know Bradley. It's his and my little secret.

     Well, until he tells someone.

     "Is that Gary man, like, gay?" She whispered to me as we watched him run around the set. (A/N: if you're against homosexuality then I suggest you leave.) "I don't know. Most likely." I said, and we sat in silence for a few moments.

     "I think Bradley's into you." Cierra said, grabbing some grapes and popping a few in her mouth. I choked on nothing in particular. "No." I said quickly. She shook her head. "Yeah he is. Did you see the way he was looking at you? He couldn't tear his eyes away from you." She said, crossing her legs to sit crisscross in her chair.

     Choosing to ignore my friend, I took a bottle of water from underneath the table and took a sip from it. Is the set like this everyday? I thought to myself as I watched all of the actors and actresses scramble around the place, learning forgotten lines and grabbing last minute snacks before they started filming.

     But what I noticed the most was that Bradley just stood, leaning against a wall, in a far corner. He was observing everything calmly, like he couldn't care less about what was happening.

     Why is he so... perfect? I thought.

     Whoa.

     Hold up.

     He's not perfect.

     Stupid mind, mixing up feelings.

     "Helloo, earth to Julia." Cierra was snapping her fingers in front of my face. "What?" I snapped. She recoiled. "I was just telling you that lunch is in fifteen minutes, calm your noodles." She said, rolling her eyes as she walked away.

     I groaned loudly, running my fingers through my hair. What am I feeling towards Bradley? It surely can't be anything more than friendship. I mean, I don't get butterflies when I look at him or anything.

     "A penny for your thoughts?" My eyes shot up to look at the source of the voice. Well, speak of the devil.

     "Er, it's nothing. Just a bit frustrated, s'all." I said. Bradley sat in the now vacant seat that Cierra had abandoned and wrapped his arm around my shoulder. Oh, no, please don't be what I'm thinking it is, this is bad.

     I have goddamn butterflies in my stomach.

     "Remember when my old dog Molly died and we sat like this at that pond near your house?" He said, squeezing my shoulder gently. I smiled a little at the memory, nodding. "Yeah. It doesn't really make sense why you were the one holding me though. If you were the sad one I should've been holding you." I chuckled, earning a laugh from Bradley.

     "Alright, ladies and gents, it's now the lunch break, be back in an hour and a half for filming." Gary yelled through the same loudspeaker he had yelled at me from earlier. "Care to join me?" Bradley said, holding his hand out with a smug grin on his face. I laughed, taking his outstretched hand and following him out to the tree we had sat at just a little bit ago.

     We sat and ate lunch happily, talking about irrelevant things. And by the time we had to go inside, I only had one thought.

     I like Bradley Steven Perry.