Foward and Reverse (Bradley Steven Perry FanFic)

Chapter 8

I wake up to the sound of construction outside. I turn my head slowly and tiredly to look at my clock.

5:18 AM?!

This must be a joke.

I grunt loudly and walk over to my window.

I open the blinds and then unlock the window, and throw it up angrily. I lean my head out toward the construction.

"CAN YOU CONSTRUCTION PEOPLE SHUT UP PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO SLEEP!!" I scream, at the top of my lungs. I realize then that my throat is still killing me.

I then hear more banging. I guess they didn't hear me, or they're ignoring me, OR THEY ARE JUST BEING JERKS.

I decide on the last option and walk into the bathroom. I look like a wreck. I decide to take a shower and then get ready.

I put my hair up in a high ponytail, and then put on a teal shirt, skinny jeans, and my leather jacket. I also put on mascera. Thats it. I don't wear much makeup.

I run downstairs and see that my mom is up too.

She looks up from her newspaper and sees me.

"Hey sweetie! Did the construction wake you up too?" She asks, perky. WHO IS PERKY AT 5:56 AM?!

"Ya." I say, but it comes out as more of a grunt.

"Feeling better?" She asks.

"Than I was." I reply.

"Are you going on your date tonight? Because I'm going out and I want to know if you will be home." She says.

I completely forgot about my date with Bradley! Stupid rude awakenings. I now know where that name comes from.

"I'm not sure, I will talk to him at school today." I reply.

I basically spend the rest of the time before school eating and watching TV.

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The walk to school was pretty silent. Mainly because it was only me walking by myself. I get to school and see Bradley and his friends.

I walk toward him. He turns and sees me and his face lights up. He motions me over. I walk over and he grabs my hand. I blush.

His friends notice. Some say "Get some!" while others go "OOOOOOOOOH."

These guys are weird and annoying. I like them.

I look down. Bradley lifts my face back up. I chuckle, and then the bell rings.

"Hey, can I still pick you up tonight?" Bradley asks.

"Ya, sure." I reply. EHEHQEFBIASFJBIFQEINJFQSAPQPWKFNWHWHD.

THAT MAKES ME HAPPY.

"Ok." He says, and then smiles.

We walk to class together, hand in hand. The fact that he even brought up the fact that he wanted to still go on the date made my heart flutter.

When we get to class, we have to unhold (i guess?) hands.

At the end of school, Bradley walks me home and gives me a kiss on the cheek. When I get inside my house, I take off my jacket.

I need to dress for the DATE. DATE OMG IM GOING ON A DATE.

I change into my jeans and red shirt, and put on my leather jacket over it. I put on my black converse, and leave my hair down. I still have a long while before Bradley picks me up.

But I was ready for probably the best night of my life.