Foward and Reverse (Bradley Steven Perry FanFic)

Chapter 16

I sat down on the curb outside of the hospital. I was looking at all of the cars going by, the red ones, the yellow ones, and black ones. I realized, in that moment, that all of the cars and everyone in those cars each had a different story. There are a million possibilities as to what each family was talking about in each car, what individual person was thinking. I put my elbow on my knee, and watched the tires roll by. 

There was so much on my mind in that moment. The fact that Rachel didn't come in to apologize, and sent her mother instead, really got on my nerves. She put me in a hospital and wasn't even going to be punished for it. Just the fact that she put ANY person in a hospital in the first place is screwed up. I stared at the spot where the IV was in my arm. I felt weak. I should have stuck it out, and not let her goonies get me. I don't know why they did. My stomach had bruises the size of baseballs. 

I looked at my purple knuckles, from where I tried to fight back. All of a sudden I felt like crying. I wasn't going to, though. I can't let her affect me. I took a deep breath and tried to focus my attention back onto the cars. 

I felt a soft hand on my shoulder. I looked up, and Bradley was standing there.

"Hey." I said. I looked back to the street. 

Bradley sat down next to me, and put his hand on my knee. I turned to look at him, and he had the kindest look I've ever seen in his eyes. I gave him a small smile.

"I told her that what Rachel did wasn't okay. She said she knew, and that's why she came to apologize. I told her that Rachel should have come in to apologize, no matter the reaction. I told her that you probably would have reacted better if Rachel herself came in." Bradley said, looking into my eyes the whole time. 

I nodded. "You're right," I said, "it wasn't okay. I just wish Rachel had apologized, and not her mom." 

"I know." Bradley says, scooting closer to me. He wraps his arms around me. I leaned my head on his shoulder. 

"Alex," he says.

I take my head off of his shoulder and look at him. 

Suddenly, my breath is taken away by the feeling of his soft lips against mine. My eyes close, and our lips move in sync. I put my hands around his neck, and he puts his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to him. I wrap my legs around him, moving my body closer to his. I tilt my head into the kiss. 

He seductively bit my lip. I smiled. We put our lips together, slowly letting them open and shut. I hadn't felt this alive in a long time. That kiss in the rain was nothing compared to this. His tongue slowly slipped into my mouth, grazing my teeth, and then moving in that soft, circular motion. I followed. 

The sound of the traffic made everything a tad less romantic, but it was okay. It felt like we were the only two people in the entire world. In that moment, we were alive, and everything was normal.

I quote, "The Perks of Being A Wallflower," "in that moment, I swear, we were infinite."

Then, of course, we hear a loud "ahem," behind us. We stop, and look at each other, both looking completely over it. We turn, and of course, it's Rachel's mom.

"I didn't realize you two were so... close." she says, not looking either of us in the eye. "I just wanted to apologize again, for myself and for my daughter. She will be punished for her devious actions."

Bradley and I both snicker at her attempt to sound smarter than she is, by using words like "devious." 

"Thank you, Mrs. Garner." I said, giving her a small smile. She nods, and walks off. 

"We should probably go back inside..." Bradley said.

"Agreed." I replied, the smell of exhaust was starting to make me dizzy. 

He stands, and then reaches down to help me up. I stand, and then he takes my hand into his, and we walk back inside the hospital. 

We hear alarms, and yells. "Room 219! 219!" 

It hits me. That's Ross' room.

"Shit, Brad, that's Ross' room!" I say. I start running towards the stairs, Bradley following close behind.

We run to room 219, but the doctor's won't let us in. We look through the window, and see Ross, seizing like crazy. Foam is coming from his mouth, and his eyes are blankly staring at a spot on the ceiling. A doctor closes the curtain, blocking our vision from him. 

I tear up, knowing that my best friend is in that state. "Oh my God..." I say, covering my mouth.

Bradley hugs me, and my tears fall onto his shirt. "He'll be okay." he says.

"I'm scared." I reply, hearing more doctors running towards the room, and the beeping from the heart monitor increasing.