Milo Murphy's Law of Love

It's Not What It Looks Like!

What would you do-o-o for a Klondike Bar!? I love those commercials. Anyways, here it is! The next part! Literally, you guys are killing  me with your comments! So funny, so cool, and so freaking true (I'm looking at you, Genesistejada31)! I can't. It's great. Makes me feel really nice, especially since I got dumped about 2 weeks ago. Well, I won't keep you any longer. Enjoy, my lovlies!

Bradley smiled down at you, your face wide with horror.

'I can't believe he just said that! Fix it? How!? Fix what!? I can't just, unfall in love!' You thought to yourself, still gawking at Bradley in a daze.

"What?" Bradley asked, his face seeming actually shocked.

"What do you mean, what!?" You snapped, poking a finger at his chest. "What are you gunna do to Milo!?" You screamed, tears brimming your eyes as you imagined the worst.

'Eliminate competition! He's gunna kill Milo!?' You screamed in your mind, staring daggers at Bradley.

Bradley scoffed, pulling up a shirt sleeve to reveal small horizontal lines covering his wrist.

"See? I have scars too! Now you can love me!" Bradley exclaimed, clearly proud of himself.

"Dude, did you just do these?" You asked, voice laced with confusion, anger and concern. If Bradley was cutting for no reason, you knew you had to do something.

"No, I didn't 'Just do these'." Bradley replied, making quotations with his fingers. "I started them when Milo came." Bradley said, his voice laced with anger... and pain.

"Bradley... Why?" You asked, gazing at the light pink marks. "They aren't very deep. What was the purpose of doing these, since they obviously were not for depressing matters." You said, running your thumb across a longer scar across the crease of his wrist.

Bradley let out a strangled sigh at the contact, his eye lids drooping. As he spoke, you traced the scars on his arm with your fingers gently."H-heh... Uhm... I wanted to, ah, catch Melissa's attention, and I-I thought it was Milo's sc-ah-scars at-t-tracting her..." Bradley stuttered out, his face burning a bright red. You looked away, the cracks in the concrete sidewalk suddenly becoming super interesting to you.

You sighed dramatically, digging your nails into Bradley's arm. Bradley stared at you, brows slightly furrowed, not flinching at the pain inflicted on his forearm. You slowly brought your gaze to his. You released his arm, entwining your fingers together. Bradley ignored the red crescents in his arm, opting to stare into your mesmerizing (e/c) orbs.

"Well. Let's go hang." You muttered, a light blush dusting your face. Bradley smiled, a gentle honest thing.

"Yeah... Let's hang..."

--- Time Skip Brought to You By Flying Mint Bunny ---

The day had gone fast, every minute spent at the carnival on the other side of town. The walk had been painful and long for a while, but once the awkward silence was murdered successfully, it seemed more and more bearable until you were laughing and smiling, finally loosening up around Bradley. Obviously, Bradley had taken note of this and felt so much pride, he didn't care that he was spending his entire months allowance on you.

After finally stumbling off the American Roundup, you let out a breathy laugh as you dragged Bradley to a bench. He flopped down first, arms out to catch you when you flopped next to him. You sighed as you laid your head on Bradley's shoulder. Bradley stiffened at the contact, but eventually relaxed, wrapping his free arm around your shoulders.