Bradley had finally forgiven me thank the gods above, but now we still had one issue in our way. His father, despite the whole Claire situation his father still stood in the way. It genuinely didn't understand why a father of all people would cause so much mental torment upon their own child but yet here we are watching this dispute between father and son go down.

To be honest, after everything that has happened his father still stands as this strong pillar in my mind. He was a force not to be reckoned with despite all the interactions we've had being negative. So how was I going to set Bradley free from this man? Murder wasn't an option considering he had body guards everywhere surrounding him at all times. If you didn't know him, looks alone would make you think he some sort of royalty. He was always dressed accordingly and had this vibe to him, a elegant feel with a dark past? I wouldn't know how to explain it but just by looking at him you could tell he was extremely posh and collected but the sanity in him had died out a long time ago.

Now looking at it in perspective you'd assume Bradley was just like his father but no. The two couldn't be more different. Despite their similarities in aesthetics and the way they carry themselves. Their eyes speak volume. Bradley shows traits of hope, forgiveness and redemption mean while his father on the other hand is this cold and broken... no, shattered* shelf of a man. His selfishness is beyond compare and I'm not speaking just from personal experience. But it breaks my heart once you face the true reality of it all. Bradley's father grew up just as he did but he had never found comfort in anyone. In fact if I remembered it clearly enough, his father was actually isolated from the world and he attempted to do the same to Bradley yet his wife persisted that Bradley went outside and socialized with other human beings.

When it comes to Bradley's father, even Bradley doesn't know the whole true story of how this man came to be. Hell, neither did I of course but curiosity always got the better of me. I lay awake tonight staring up towards the ceiling aimlessly day dreaming on what sort of past his father had endured. Not only that, but if I wasn't the one to influence Bradley's assassination of Claire... and if Bradley had married her.... Would he genuinely become just like his father? I ponder this question all the time. No let me correct myself. I ponder THESE questions all the time..... but in the end I'm comforted by the thought that I've helped Bradley become more open and truthful about his thoughts and feelings. All he needed was just an opportunity to truly feel seen and appreciated for who he is despite this persona he puts on due to his father.

I sighed softly and shifted on to my side only to be greeted by my Bradley build a bear doll. I smiled gently before grabbing it and holding it close despite it being nothing compared to the real deal.

I think what upsets me the most was the fact that I no longer have Bradley in any of my classes anymore. He genuinely made me enjoy being in my literature class so now that he isn't in there anymore I felt sort of detached from the whole subject.

So you could imagine my surprise when I was seated in my 9 am literature class only to be greeted by a familiar smile seated right next to me. I looked over my shoulder as my eyes widened. Stunned into silence practically. "Woah, what's the matter? Cats got your tongue?" He asked me with his snarky and sarcastic tone of voice. I smirked and snickered before replying "no, but this obsession you have of me has got to stop Bradley, you have to stop following me around like that" I snickered as he nodded agreeing "yes, it'll give people the wrong impression I'm afraid" he chuckled before grabbing my hand gently. "Don't get ahead of yourself it's just hand holding" he smirked. I laughed softly and held his hand back "gross, you're such a obsessive weirdo" I joked back, he elbowed my shoulder as I snickered and rubbed it gently. I couldn't help but notice he was wearing the bracelet I made for him. It made my heart swell over joyed to see it but I didn't want to mention it, afraid that if I did he would get embarrassed and take it off.

I'm happy think went back to normal. I just hope it can remain subtle for the time being. Although last time I said that everything turned to shit real quickly. But for now things are good... it's okay to live in the present sometimes.

"How did you manage to get your classes changed again?" I asked Bradley "easy, it took a little convincing and a exchange for cash and I was back in." He smiled all smugly like he was proud of himself so I snickered and attempted to lean my head on his shoulder but he shoved me off and sat me up straight. I looked at him confused "doesn't your dad know already?" I asked " why does it matter if the professor sees and tells your dad?" I asked him curiously as he replied " yes my dad knows but he doesn't want us to continue this relationship. I'm sorry Max but it needs to remain a secret for both our benefits" he said softly as I nodded "I'm okay with that..." but in actuality I really wasn't.... I wanted us to be open and out there. It just sucked that there were so many restraints that were holding us back, but at this point in time you have to just say get over it and find another way.

During class I had grown bored and started to doodle in my notebook again. I had nothing else better to do and it wasn't like I tuned out the professor I could still hear him.  But I noticed Bradley staring curiously at my drawing as he pointed to it "is that supposed to be me?" He asked as I looked offended "no it's supposed to be power line. Is my drawing that bad?" I asked him as his eyebrow twitched "are you insinuating I look bad?" He asked me annoyed as I shrugged. No I was in fact drawing Bradley, I just got bored and wanted to bicker. "Fuck you Max" he grumbled under his breath. "I'm just kidding cutie jeez, so easy to annoy holy fuck" I snickered and slid him the notebook.  He looked at the drawing and ripped out the paper, we both flinched considering it was so loud in this quiet classroom so we sat frozen like idiots.

Bradley shuffled for scissors in his bag and pulled them out to cut the drawing out quietly. "What are you doing that for?" I asked him "I use your drawings as bookmarks" he admitted. I hate how much this fucking nerd has me going soft hearted. "God you're such a loser" I sighed as he smacked my shoulder and I flinched snickering. "Im kidding.... You're so cute" I smiled softly, he looked away in fluster as I giggled softly.

After class I walked out with him and asked " do you wanna grab lunch?" As he nodded "yeah I'm starving, what are you thinking?" He asked " um... well what do you want?" I asked him back but Bradley shrugged "I don't care. Anything is fine" he said..... fuck... I knew where this was going "okay um... burgers?"

" we had that last time"

"Pizza?"

"No not in the mood"

"Nachos?"

"Not right now, nachos are better during the night time"

" not true but um... Chinese?"

"No..."

"Thai?"

"I don't feel like it right now"

"Soup and sandwiches?"

"Maybe if there's nothing else"

"Italian?"

" I don't feel it"

"Shawarma?"

"Nah, it's good but no not now"

"......... tacos?"

"I don't know...."

WHY WAS BRADLEY ALWAYS DOING THIS?? He says "I'm down for anything" and then has me listing off stuff he doesn't want.

"Fried chicken?"

"Too greasy"

" salads?"

"I'm so sick of salads that's all I ate for two months straight"

"Okay then um..... desserts?"

"We're going to lunch, I want to eat a meal"

"Okay first of all, desserts can be considered a meal!"

"Name one!"

"Crepes!"

"....... Shut up and continue the list" he scoffed. I had him stumped lol.

"Okay then how about.... Sushi?"

"No"

" dude-.. babe? Dude babe? Babe dude? I don't know. Babe can we just pick something? I'm starving!" I groaned rubbing my temples as he hummed and crossed his arms. "Hmmm..... oh there a Vietnamese place. I'm down for pho" he pointed and looked at me "huh.... Okay I'm down. Let go" I shrugged. We walked over there together and when doing so we got lost in conversation. I didn't even realize that the street was so busy. I walked aimlessly onto the road only to be yanked away just in time before a car ran me over. The car blared it's horn at me as I flinched and looked at Bradley who looked at me annoyed "open your eyes for the love of god!! You could've gotten yourself killed!!" He exclaimed as I want a bit quiet for a second. "You okay Goof?" He asked me as I smiled and laughed. He flinched and looked confused before I hugged him tightly "you care about me!" " OF COURSE I CARE ABOUT YOU!" He shouted annoyed. I love teasing this guy so much.

We crossed the road when we were finally able to, I wrapped my arm around his waist as we walked across and were able to reach the restaurant . But the minute we walked in Bradley froze so I bumped into his back "what's going on?" I asked curiously. Bradley turned around and hushed me as we peaked inside together. I wondered what the hell Bradley was looking at.... Until I saw it.

"Tank and Bobby are on a date?...."