"Hey Michelle, do you ever just, trip on your own feet, fall straight on your face, laugh hysterically at your own stupidity for a good thirty minutes, then just fall asleep on the floor?" Michelle looked at him like he was absolutely insane, which she'd come to learn was pretty accurate. "Uhh, no?" He grinned, "Well that's kind of what it's like around here. Ain't that right honey?" Slash blinked at him in confusion. "I... wasn't listening, what's going on?"
"Just say yes, fuckhead."
"...Yes."
That's Slash and Axl and their (pregnant) friend Michelle. It's not romantic between her and Axl, or any of his roommates/bandmates, despite many people who doubt it between her and him, she could do better than him anyway. Besides, Michelle knows he has more... interesting, options anyway. *Cough cough* Slash- *cough*
Max' cheeks burned up and he felt more than a little dumb for it. But it was the truth. Bradley was pretty. Not just now but in general. Only it never really came through when he was acting like a massive bitch.
But now, with Bradley looking at him without any malice in his eyes and still recovering from the previous events, Max could see.
Bradley looked raw. His athlete suit dirty and torn at the sleeves, hair tussled and face bruised. His eyes tired and glassy and his cheeks pink. He looked real for once. Honest.
Or:
Max accidently overhears a conversation between Bradley and his father. He's never seen the boy look so small before. When things escalate, Max rushes in to help.
Circumstances lead to the two becoming roommates. Max realizes that there is more to Bradley than what first meets the eye and he is determined to reveal it all.
Bradley struggles to let himself open up, but bit by bit Max tears down all his defenses. He's helpless against it.
Ao3: 'Good Luck, Babe!' by IceQueenlila
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