Z: Being a FRIEND

Chapter 4: BRADLEY

"Scalpel" Wait, scal what? What the?! What is this? I'm in someone again! And I am not liking what I'm doing, stop! Stop cutting the man's head! I can't move this person. Am I really inside? I can't get out! AAAAHHH!!!! STOP DRILLING!

The gruesome scene stopped after enduring it for hours. What's happening? I can't get out and I can't control this guy. I'm inside a guy that I never saw when I was flying freely before. I'm walk- no more like this guy's walking around a hospital right now and he has been getting a lot of respectful greetings, who is this guy? After circling the whole hospital, I think. He opened a door with a "Dr. Bradley -" written on it, I think there was another one written below the name. A large desk and a breath taking view invited me but this guy just feels like its normal but for me, wow! This is the ones that I see in movies, the huge table, fancy couch, and more. He rushed towards a wardrobe full of suits and dressed up, but can I just comment on how sexy this guy is? Abs, biceps, triceps, forceps, as well as his face, with the jawline, nose, and god! This guy is symmetrical in all angles. Okay I can't do this, I don't know a single thing that's happening. I want to touch his abs but I can't even control this guy. I do need memories, but I'm not getting it. Wait, I saw Anna's memories when she slept, I need this guy to sleep. Sleep buddy! But instead of sleeping, the moment his table clock rang when it hit 5 p.m. a surge of excitement flowed through me. He stood up and grabbed his coat and keys and headed God knows where. The feeling of excitement pretty much lasted the whole ride but it changed the moment he opened the door. It changed to fear and doubt.

"Brad! Help me with this one" An extremely beautiful woman told me and I gladly did help her carry some tray with coffees. I don't know who she is but whoever she is, it's making this guy feel really happy but of course the lingering fear, why? Anyway, his name turns out to be Brad, don't have to call you "this guy" anymore. After serving all of those trays of coffee, I finally took a seat, it felt like a familiar seat, as if I've always sat here.

"You got here early" She took a seat in front of me with a smile I feel I can't get enough of and a coffee with this amazing aroma.

"I finished early" I took a sip and wow it's amazing, best coffee I've ever had, well probably the first one that I've tasted but not for this guy, I mean Brad.

"Good, well it's my turn this week. One word to describe this week? Terrible! Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with me? There were about 5-6 guys that flirted with me and the only thing that was on my mind is how they're not in suits. Then my espresso machine broke two days ago, but I bought a new one yesterday. I also gained a kilo, I'm getting fatter and fatter every week and I don't fucking like it"

"You look amazing to me every week, Elena" Huh? Elena is a nice name, but why does that ring a bell?

"Awww, that's so sweet, but I need a man, I need a man that I'll love, wait for every day, or spend my time with every day, and have sex with, well not every day, but, yeah I want it every day. I haven't had sex in weeks!" I can be that guy, oh wait, I forgot I'm a girl, well, I'm inside a man so I guess feeling that is acceptable.

"You don't need a man to do all that with, you just need-"

"What? Woman" Oh, imaginations are fast, this guy's creative.

"Stop imagining Brad"

"I wasn't. I meant that you just need-" Okay, what are you going to say now, look around buddy, look around. Glass, chair, car, fat men, girls, table, wow this place doesn't give you options, coffee, coffee!

"Coffee, you need coffee, just do your passion and enjoy, I'm sure this Man you're waiting for is just a regular here on your coffee shop"

"I wish" I finished my coffee but I got this feeling that another would come and it did. A waiter gave me another cup.