Call Me Sometime, a Bradley Steven Perry Fanfiction.

Date Night.

After I got ready, I sat on the couch waiting for Bradley to show up. My mom comes down the stairs with a baby monitor in hand.

“You are growing up so fast. You are turning into such a beautiful young woman.”

“Thanks mom. I wish I could look exactly like you.” I hope she knew that I meant I wanted nothing of my father. All I wanted was her. I had everything that was hers. Except for one thing. I already had her laugh, smile, bone structure, hair, height, weight, sense of humor, sense of fashion, everything. The one thing I didn’t have was her eyes. I had my father’s eyes. She seemed to understand.

“Hey. He is still your father. We may not be married anymore, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t still the man who raised you.” She plopped down next to me, and squeezed my shoulder. I had been meaning to ask her this question for a while, and I needed to know the answer.

“What was he like?” She cocked her eyebrow.

“Honey, you know exactly what he’s like.” I shook my head. My eyes started to get a little swimmy, but I pushed back the tears and cleared my throat.

“I mean, what was he like before he was like the way he is now. What happened to him? I mean, he wasn’t always like this was he?” My mom closed her eyes and pursed her lips. She sighed, then turned to face me. Eyes open, and holding my hand.

“He was a complete gentleman. He wanted to have a girl, and when you were born, he couldn’t have been happier. He was ready to have a family, and he was just as excited as I was.” I was really confused, and I bet it showed on my face.

“But then, your grandfather passed away. He was a changed man after that. He was left nothing in the will, and that made him really mad and upset. Then he decided he would set their house on fire. And he did, and your uncle helped him, because he wasn’t left anything either. Then he realized he liked inflicting pain on other people. Not long after, we got divorced.” I nodded. Then there was a knock at the door. Bradley was here.

“Okay Azalea. Pull yourself together, and try to have some fun.” I nodded.

“But not too much!” She said as I opened the door. I face palmed as Bradley stood there, looking at me. I show my face again, and said,

“Don’t ask.” He smiled.

“Okay. Ready to go?”

“Yes. Let’s go.” I took his hand. We walked to the beach, and we took off our shoes and ran onto the water. We started to kick water at each other, and then he ran towards me and brought me into his arms. He spun me around, and we were both laughing. After that, we went to get some ice cream, then we went to the boardwalk and talked, laughed, and had so much fun. Then when we looked at the water, and realized how dark it had gotten.

“I love it when it’s this time of night. The city lights are out, the water’s calm. Isn’t it gorgeous?” I said.

“I guess so.” I rolled my eyes at him.

“The only beautiful thing I have my eyes on is you.” I smile at him. He leans in, and kisses me slowly. He tasted like the mint-chocolate chip ice cream we just finished. I kissed him back. His hands travelled up my back and into my hair. My hands went on both the sides of his face, and stroked his cheeks. As he pulled away, he pressed our foreheads together. He smiled, and I smiled back. The pier was empty except for two men fishing on the opposite side of the boardwalk.

“You’re amazing.”

“So are you.” He pulled back and grabbed my hand.

“So, other than your audition, what else do you have going on?” I smile, and say,

“Well, I have dance competitions all this week, and the next two weeks.” I was about to say more, but he cut me off.

“Every night of the week, for 3 weeks straight?! That’s insane!” I shrugged.

“I’m coming to every single one of them.”

“They all start at 10:00 o’clock… Won’t you be working?”

“Maybe. I’ll try to make it.” I smile.

“And you might be working too if you get the part.” I shrug. He looked at me with concern.

“You okay?”

“I guess I’m a little nervous. I mean, I won’t be running the scene with you, one of the other people will be doing it. It’s not the same Bradley.”

“Then just close your eyes before it starts, take a deep breath, and pretend like we are still in your backyard, and just pretend it’s me. Okay?” I nod.

“I’ll try. Thanks.” He smiles and nods. We keep walking down the boardwalk, and then we find a jazz band playing. Bradley stopped walking and bowed and stuck his hand out.

“May I have this dance?” I smile and I take his hand. We dance until our bodies ache. We both tip the band, and they thank us and tip their hats to us. Then they keep on playing. We could still hear them playing into the night until we get back to the beach. We sit in the sand, and look at the moon. Every now and then, we would shoo away mosquitoes that tried to leave a bite. I lean my head on his shoulder, and he puts an arm around me. I shiver against him.

“How do you feel?” His question surprised me a little.

“Exhausted, but happy.” And it was true. We sat there for a while, then we heard an older couple behind us talking.

“Oh, Steven, look at them? Aren’t they precious?”

“Yes dear, they look just like us when we were that age.” We both looked at each other and smiled. He took out his phone, and took a picture of our feet in the sand.

“What are you going to do with that?” He winked at me, and I saw he put it on Instagram. The caption was one single heart emoji. After we sit there with each other a little longer, he walks me back to my house. We said our goodbyes after I thanked him for taking me out. Then he gave me one last soft kiss before he leaves. I walk in feeling breathless, my clothes still tinted with the smell of the night and him. I took in one last deep breath before I showered, and changed into my sweats and tank top. As soon as my head hit the pillow, I dreamed the night over again. I fell asleep with a small smile on my lips.