Chapter 16: Bostonian Accents Are The Best Accent (unedited)

“I just don’t see the fascination you see with doing this,” I sigh, looking over at Walker.

“I don’t see the fascination you see with watching Supernatural all day every day, but you know,” Walker shoots back.

“This is really dumb, Walker, like, really, really dumb,” I inform him matter-of-factly.

“No, it’s not, Sydney, now shut up, you’re being disruptive,” He replies a second later.

“Okay, okay, fine,” I agree with a small chuckle, leaning back and crossing my arms over my chest.

Walker and I are together at a park in downtown Rome. At least, I think that it’s downtown Rome. It’s sort of close to that one park that I went to all those weeks ago when we first arrived here in Italy. The one that I first met Orlando at, I mean. Anyway though, Walker and I are hanging out today because Bradley’s being really weird and super-secretive and said that I couldn’t see him today until around later tonight. I’m not quite sure why that is, but ever since we got back together, he’s been trying to do all this stuff to get my forgiveness. What he doesn’t seem to understand though is that he already has my forgiveness.

I mean, it’s not like I was ever just exceptionally angry with Bradley. Granted after we’d been broken up for a while, I was really upset with him for being such a jerk-butt and not even listening to me, but I’d say that I spent about 98.9% of our breakup just crying and sleeping, not being mad.

He’s been like, catering to my every need and doing every single thing that I ask him to do though, Bradley has, and that’s nice so of course I’m not going to complain about it. And if I know Bradley at all—  which I think that I do—  he’s probably planning a second first date or something like that for us. Plus we’ve been back together for a little over a week now so I think it’s an ideal time for him to do something like that.

Like I said though, Walker and I are at this park and we’re watching a re-enactment of like, The Trojan War or something. I really don’t know because history never really was my favorite subject, so I’ve been tuning in and out for about two hours now. Walker’s a huge history buff though and when he found out they were doing this thing, he immediately wanted to come. Why, I don’t know. I mean, we’re in Rome so clearly, the guys up there doing this re-enactment are Italian—  we don’t even know what they’re saying.

Walker and I are alone because everyone else was apparently busy today. Tanner and Elena are together up in Northern Italy for the day in Milan. They’re like, one hundred percent official now and it’s such a beautiful thing. I didn’t think it was possible for a couple to be cuter than Bradley and I are but when I saw how the two of them are together, I quickly changed my mind about that. Anyway, they’re up in Milan visiting Elena’s father—  my uncle, and her brother, Alonzo—  cousin.

Then there’s Mikey and Jaime and they’re spending the day together at an art gallery somewhere here in Rome. I’m not sure what Drew’s plans for the day include because I didn’t talk to him much yesterday. While our friendship isn’t as, you know, close-knit as it used to be, Drew and I are working on it and we’re getting there, slowly but surely, I think. So, yeah, that’s why I’m hanging out with Walker because besides Drew, he’s the loneliest in the house, what with him not having a girlfriend and all but I’m determined to change that. Now that I’m all happy and lively again, I need Walker to get himself a girlfriend or something because I’m not liking seeing him all lonely and stuff. Really, it’s just breaking my heart into a billion pieces.

“How much longer until it’s over, Walky?” I ask with a sigh heavy sigh, placing my head on his shoulder.

“Only a few more minutes,” Walker promises, wrapping his arm around me and letting his hand rest around my waist.

“So, what are we doing after this?” I wonder, checking my phone to see the time—  6:40 p.m.

“I dunno, what do you wanna do?” Walker wonders, but I can tell he’s only barely listening because he’s so into the re-enactment.

“I’m hungry, let’s go get food,” I suggest, internally rejoicing as the guys up in front of us ‘die’ meaning that this stupid this is over.

The crowd—  including Walker—  erupts in applause and I sparingly do so, while standing up from the bleachers, looping my arm through Walker’s. We walk down the pathway leading away from the re-enactment together while Walker continues to blab on about the whole thing. It was really long and excruciatingly boring and the only thing that I learned from it was that I hate everything even relating to Greek Mythology.

“Okay, well, what do you wanna eat?” Walker questions as we walk away from the park. We didn’t drive a car or anything like that here because the Italian traffic is pretty disgusting and neither of us felt like riding the Vespa’s would be a smart thing to do considering neither of us really know how to drive one. Then there was the option of a cab but we’re poor people and don’t like spending our money on things like cabs. So, we just walked. Besides the nauseatingly high temperature right now, it’s not so bad.

“I want pizza,” I chirp, realizing that it’s been a really, really long time since I’ve eaten pizza. I think that’s a little ridiculous given the fact that I’m literally living in Rome, Italy for the time being. I eat a lot of like, pastries and gelato and stuff like that which I should probably stop doing soon because I’m sure I’ll eventually start gaining weight from it all and I don’t want to do that.

“Then we’ll get pizza,” Walker replies with a chuckle. From there, we walk down the sidewalk together and I’m assuming that there’s a pizza place somewhere close to this location because literally, there are pizza shops everywhere here. Pizza places and bakeries, that is.

“So, Walker,” I announce after we walk for a few minutes. “I’ve been thinking about something,”  I inform him.

“Oh, wow, you were actually thinking about something? This must be important,” He retorts in a teasing voice.

“It is important,” I assure him in a serious tone of voice, using my arm that’s not looped through his to run my fingers through my loose and wavy hair absentmindedly. My hair is already starting to grow again which I’m somewhat thankful for and then again, I’m a little annoyed by it. I mean, it hasn’t grown that much since the cut, but it’s a little bit longer now, I think. I was just starting to get used to my short hair too. So, I think I’ll just go back to that one place and get it cut again. Well, trimmed or whatever you want to call it.

“What’s up?” Walker asks, glancing down to look at me briefly.

“I think you need to get a girlfriend,” I explain to him.

Walker bursts out laughing at that as if I was just telling him a joke or something, which I’m totally not. Now that Bradley and I are back together and happily in love again, Mikey and Jaime are still as strong as ever and now Tanner has Elena, I think Walker should hop on the bandwagon and start seeing someone again. I mean, Drew’s still single, but that’s not necessarily a bad thing. Drew doesn’t thrive in relationships and he therefore doesn’t need one. He’s more of a…hook-up kind of guy, I guess. Besides, Walker’s such a perfect person and I’m sure he’s an amazing boyfriend. Even to Alison, who treated him like complete dirt, he was.

“Why are you laughing?” I demand, looking up at him with my eyebrows furrowed.

“Because that’s funny,” He simply replies with a boyish grin.

“It’s not funny,” I deny. “I was being serious, Walker,” I sigh.

“I don’t even want a girlfriend,” Walker tells me as he pulls the door to a pizza place open, gesturing for me to go in first, which I do with him walking in right behind me. There’s a sign that tells you what to do but it’s obviously in Italian, so neither Walker nor myself know what it says, so we just take a guess on it saying to sit and wait to be serviced. So, we walk over to a table secluded from the other’s because I really can’t stand being at a restaurant and eating beside other people. It just makes me uncomfortable.

“Well, a boyfriend then? Are you gay? Because if you are, I’ll totally support you, you know,” I tell him matter-of-factly.

“I’m not gay, Sydney,” Walker assures me, shaking his head.

“So, you’re bi-sexual? I feel like I should know these things about you, Walky,” I reply.

“I am about as straight as they come, Syd,” He tells me with an amused glint in his eyes. “I just don’t wanna be with anyone right now.” He shrugs. “Is that just so hard for you to believe?”

“A little bit, yes,” I confirm with a solemn nod. “Why don’t you just go on like, one date with a girl?” I suggest.

“Because, it’d be stupid to get involved with someone here because we’re leaving at the end of summer,” He reminds me.

“Haven’t you ever heard of a summer romance, Walker? Jesus, stop being so prude-y,” I demand, looking around the pizza place.

“I’m not being prude-y, you’re just being relentless, which shouldn’t surprise me because you’re always so relentless,” He sighs.

“Yes, yes I am,” I agree with a giggle. “Oh! Look, there’s a pretty girl—  go ask her out on a date,” I say to Walker, noticing a brunette girl who’s sitting a few tables away from us alone and looking down at a book. I haven’t read a real book in God knows how long and I think it’s a common known fact that people that read for pleasure are smart. Walker’s smart and he therefore would go great with a smart girl. And I’m no expert of anything, but the girl sitting over at that table doesn’t even look Italian to me, so she’s probably just here on vacation or something like we are.

“What? No, I’m not gonna ask her out on a date, Sydney,” He vetoes with a small sigh, rolling his eyes at me playfully as a waitress lady comes over to us and asks us what we want to eat and drink. I order a simple slice of pepperoni pizza and a glass of lemonade juice and Walker orders a really disgusting slice of pizza with like, bell peppers and black onions and mushrooms and all of that gross stuff that was never intended to be on pizza and a water because he’s boring like that with his drinks.

“You’re ridiculous, do you know that?” I ask him, crossing my arms across my chest and scolding.

“I’m not ridiculous—  you’re the one trying to force me on a date,” Walker says, giving me a pointed look.

“Because I want you to be happy, stupid,” I rebut, crossing my legs under the table and pulling my phone out as it vibrates.

“Is that Bradley?” Walker wonders as I unlock my phone and see that my adorable boyfriend is calling me.

“It is,” I confirm with a goofy grin as I hit the button to accept the call and put the phone to my ear. “Hey,” I greet happily.

“Hey yourself,” Bradley replies.

“What are you doing?” I wonder suspiciously, still confused as to why he wouldn’t let me see him today. I mean, literally, I’ve not seen him all day. I slept in his room last night because I fell asleep there while we were watching movies and whatnot and when I woke up, he was gone but he’d texted me telling me to hang out with one of the boys today until around like, 6 o’clock-ish tonight.

“Stuff,” He vaguely answers and I know that he’s smirking because he’s stupid and does that a lot.

“Stuff like what?” I wonder, pressing the issue.

“Stuff, like, you know, stuff,” Bradley explains with a chuckle.

“You’re not funny,’ I bluntly inform him with a frown.

“I’m very funny,” He argues. “Anyway, what are you doing?”

“I’m hanging out with Walker, you know, my friend that loves me,” I respond.

“Well, I’m not your friend, but I do love you, like, more than you’ll ever know,” Bradley supplies.

“How you manage to make every single little thing cheesy, I will never know,” I sigh with a small smile.

“What can I say? It’s just a gift, I guess,” Bradley chuckles and I hear him shush someone in his background.

“You’re being really mysterious today,” I randomly inform him.

“I’m not being mysterious,” He counters. “You’re just being nosey.”

“Are you planning like, a second first date or something?” I wonder, voicing my thoughts for earlier.

“I’m not planning a second first date because first dates are hard, but I am planning something,” Bradley admits.

“Okay, so, a date but not a second first date?” I wonder, trying to get to the root of whatever is going on because I’m pretty sure that the rest of the guys and Elena, Jaime and Francesca know what’s going on. I mean, probably not Francesca because I couldn’t imagine why Bradley would tell her, but the others for sure.

“Sydney, stop being so impatient,” Bradley demands with a laugh. “I was just calling to see how your day has been, not to talk about what I’m planning for us,” He informs me.

After a long and heavy groan, I say, “Well, my day was really…weird. Walker and I came to watch this re-enactment of the Trojan War and it was just the weirdest ever,” I tell him briefly.

“Well, that sounds just lovely,” He sarcastically replies then yells for someone to shut up in his background. “Okay, yeah, I’m gonna have to call you back later because I’m trying to get this stuff together. So, I’ll call you before I come to pick you up tonight, okay?”

“Wait!” I exclaim before he hangs up. “What do I need to wear?”

“Wear anything you want—  nothing too fancy though,” Bradley tells me.

“Thanks for that very informative detail,” I sarcastically snort.

“Well, I can’t say too much, or you’ll figure it out.” He laughs.

“That’s the point of this entire conversation,” I explain in a sing-song voice.

“Not exactly,” Bradley denies with a laugh. “Okay, yeah, nothing to fancy and bring a bathing suit,” He instructs.

“Okay, okay, I will do that,” I assure him, accepting the fact that he’s not going to tell me anything about whatever this thing is.

“Good girl,” Bradley replies. “Now, I’ll talk to you later. I love you.”

“I love you too, Bradley,” I sigh softly before hanging up and putting my phone in my pocket.

“And The Cupcake Phase is back, I see,” Walker comments taking a sip from his drink that the waitress just brought back.

“The Cupcake Phase is back and well,” I explain to him with a smile, remembering how he deemed my and Bradley’s relationship as being in this so called phase whenever we first started dating back in March, almost five months ago.

“Well, that’s good then,” Walker comments, taking a slice of his pizza.

“It is good and you know what would also be good? You having your own Cupcake Phase. And that girl keeps looking over here, so you know, obviously she thinks you’re hot,” I tell my friend simply.

“That’s because I am hot, Sydney,” Walker reminds me with a grin.

“If that’s what helps you sleep at night, Walker,” I chuckle. I mean, I’m not saying that he’s ugly, because he’s not, he’s adorable, Walker is, but I wouldn’t say he’s hot. He’s fairly attractive—  all of my friends are, but I couldn’t call him hot. That’d be like saying my brother is hot. Which is…just, really, really weird.

“It is,” Walker huffs with a smirk, raising his pizza to his mouth again and taking a monster sized bite out of it.

“I don’t doubt it,” I reply, rolling my eyes at him playfully. “Now, stop eating and go talk to her,” I demand.

“What is up with you today? Do you really want me to date someone or is there another reason behind this?” He questions.

“No, there is no other reason behind it, I just want you to be happy and I think dating would make you happy,” I explain shortly.

“Okay, Sydney, whatever you say,” Walker sighs, standing up and running his fingers through his chocolaty brown hair.

“Wait, are you actually going over there?”

“I’m actually going over there, since you won’t shut up about it,” Walker says before turning on his heel and walking over the girl.

I look away then because I don’t wanna look like some huge weirdo stalker or something. So, I focus on my pizza and scarf it down, realizing just how hungry that stupid Trojan War re-enactment thing made me. They had food there but it was all really weird stuff and the only thing that sounded even a little good was nachos and I guess they were some sort of special nachos because the price of them in Euros converted to like, $15 American dollars and I just wasn’t willing to spend that for cheese cover tortilla chips. Walker returns a few minutes later with a weird look on his face as he slips into the chair across from me.

“Well, how’d it go?” I wonder, taking a sip of my lemonade.

“She has a boyfriend,” He deadpans, rolling his eyes irritatedly.

“Oh gosh,” I retort awkwardly. “Does she really?”

“No, I just wanted to make you feel bad for making me go over there,” He laughs.

“You’re weird,” I tell him, giving him a strange look. “Well, what’d she say?”

“She wants me to call her,” He explains, holding his hand out and revealing a seven digit number written in black Sharpie. “And she’s from Boston, apparently, so she has that accent so that’s a little off-putting, but she’s pretty cute, I guess.”

“Oh my gosh, what are you talking about? Bostonian accents are the best accents there are,” I tell him truthfully.

“Not really,” He disagrees with a laugh.

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“So, you know where we’re going, don’t you, Drew?” I ask him curiously a few hours later once we’re back at Francesca’s place.

“Of course I know,” Drew chirps, throwing some popcorn into his mouth.

“Well, tell me, silly,” I say, giving him my best persuasive smile.

“I’m not telling you,” He assures me, laughing.

“You are a horrible human being, Drew Rogers,” I grumpily.

“I am not, I’m being a good friend,” Drew denies.

“Well, what about you, Mikey? You know, don’t you?” I ask, leaning down beside him.

“I know and before you ask me, I’m not telling you so don’t ask.” He assures me.

“I hate you all,” I murmur before looking down at my outfit.

Bradley said not to be fancy or anything so I’m just wearing a pair of short—  maybe too short—  blue jean shorts from Hollister and a short sleeved t-shirt that’s a mix between dark and green with a pair of flip-flops. Underneath it, I’m wearing a floral bikini because apparently we’re going swimming. At least, I assume we’re going swimming because he did say to wear a bathing suit tonight. Because I assumed we’re swimming tonight, I didn’t put much effort into my hair or my makeup. I mean, I did a little bit but not so much. My hair is down but I didn’t straighten it, so it’s a bit wavy and the only make-up that I have on is waterproof.

“So, does this look okay?” I wonder, tugging on the ends of my hair apprehensively.

“You look just fine, Sydney, now be quiet because The Expendables is on,” Tanner tells me from where he’s sitting at the foot of the couch, his arm wrapped around Elena, who is leaning into him slightly. Like I said, cutest couple on this side of the world. You know, aside from Bradley and me, because we’re pretty stinking adorable, if I do say so myself.

“Okay, I’m going now,” I tell them, checking my phone and seeing a text message from Bradley telling me that’s he’s outside.

“Have fun,” They all chorus in harmony, which I find to be really weird, but I don’t take note of how weird it is. I just bid them goodbye and then make my out of the living room. When I pull the front door open, I see Bradley standing there dressed in a white polo shirt, a pair of khaki cutoffs and those Sperry’s for boys.

“Hey, Mr. Mystery guy,” I greet with a goofy grin as I step out of the door and pull it closed behind me.

“I’m not a ‘mystery guy’,” Bradley informs me with a small smile. “But hello,” He retorts, reaching for my hand.

“Yeah, you kinda are,” I disagree. “I haven’t even seen you all day.” I remind him.

“This is true, but what I planned was an all-day effort—  I literally had to steal my dad’s credit card, so if he suddenly flies out her and kills me, remember that I died trying to make you happy,” Bradley tells me seriously.

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure that David’s not gonna come to Italy and kill you,” I scoff, referring to Bradley’s dad by his first name.

“Yeah, I guess not—  he’d probably just wait until I got home to murder me,” Bradley reasons.

“You’re over-dramatic,” I pipe, looking around the dark streets as we walk. I’m not sure where we’re walking to, but it’s obviously not that far away if we’re walking instead of taking a taxi cab or anything like that.

“Maybe a little bit,” Bradley appeases me with a soft chuckle. We walk for about ten minutes just talking about stuff other than whatever he’s got planned for tonight. I don’t think there are any beaches within walking distance of Francesca’s house but we’re obviously swimming somewhere because why else would he tell me to put a bathing suit on?

“I can literally see the confusion on your face,” Bradley tells me, interrupting my thoughts a minute later.

“Because I don’t like surprises,” I huff with a sigh. That’s a lie, actually, I don’t really mind surprises unless I’m the one getting surprised. Then I mind it. I like to know about things beforehand because I just think that it makes things  a lot easier for everyone. Take pregnant people for example. Why do some people wait until the baby is born to find out the sex? I mean, then they have to go out and buy all this stuff for the baby instead of finding out what the baby was when they first got pregnant. That really has almost no relation to me or this situation, but I think you get the point.

“Well, you’re gonna like this surprise,” Bradley promises me before stopping in front of a large building with a bunch of lights on it.

“A hotel?” I ask, looking up at the huge hotel floors. “I mean, hotel sex is pretty wonderful and all but you do know we could have done it at Francesca’s house for free, right?” I ask my adorable boyfriend with a giggle.

“Yes, I’m aware of that fact,” Bradley affirms with a chuckle. “But we’re not here to do that.” He adds before leading me up to the front doors. I guess this is a fancy hotel because there’s a doorman and he opens the door for us, greeting us Italian. Bradley and I walk through the hotel together, hand in hand, while I just give up on what the plan is for tonight.

Bradley ushers me into an elevator and then presses the penthouse suite button. When the elevator doors slide closed, the elevator itself goes up really quickly and before I know it, the elevator stops again, having reached its destination point, I assume. At that rate, you’d think it only went to the first or second floor, not the very top floor in this place.

Before the doors slide open, Bradley covers my eyes with his hands earning a laugh from me because he’s just so ridiculous. I don’t object to it though because it gives me a reason to hold his hand. I mean, I’m his girlfriend and he’s my boyfriend, I don’t need a reason to hold his hand, of course, but still. Bradley leads me out of the elevator and around the…wherever we are. It’s really windy up here, so I think that we’re outside, but that’s the only thing that I can really deduce seeing as how my vision is like, gone now.

“Okay, sit down now,” Bradley instructs and I reach my arms out, hitting something that feels like cool mental beneath my touch.

“Okay then,” I agree with a giggle before dropping down cumbersomely and readjusting my position.

Bradley still doesn’t move his hands from over my eyes, but I can feel him sitting next to me. Then he uses his hands to turn my head and tells me that I can open my eyes. Once I do, I only see his face right in front of mine. I mean, I have peripheral vision, of course, but it’s really dark outside so I can’t really see anything side from Bradley.

“I’m so confused right now,” I tell him, giving him a confused look.

“When aren’t you confused?” He wonders teasingly, leaning forward and pressing his lips to mine lightly.

“I think you just called me stupid,” I murmur against his lips after a very short kiss. Too short, in my opinion.

“I didn’t just call you stupid,” Bradley laughs. “Okay, now feel free to look around,” He says, using his arms to gesture around us.

Eagerly, I look around and I almost throw up in shock when I see that we’re on top of a building. Literally on top of a building. No barriers or anything to stop us from just walking over the edge and you know, dying. Granted, whatever it is that we’re sitting on is situated in the middle of the roof that we’re on, so I’d have to actually get down and walk to fall off.

I can tell we’re really high up though because this is right outside of the penthouse suite on top of the hotel which is really tall. Besides, like I said, it’s extremely windy and it’s always windy at the top of stuff, I’ve noticed.  When I establish that we are indeed sitting on top of a roof of a hotel in Rome, Italy, I look down to what we’re sitting on and raise my eyebrows when I realize that it’s a car. A really old time-y looking car too. We’re sitting on the hood of it and you can tell it’s really old because it just looks like it and it’s one of those convertible things.

“Okay, please tell me what’s going on,” I plead to my boyfriend with a small and confused smile.

“So, I know that you really love this movie and I don’t know why at all and I didn’t wanna be all cliché and take you to a real movie. So, I had to buy this old junk car from a junk yard—  well, I didn’t buy it, but I’m renting it by the hour—  then I had to find someone to hall it all the way up here and that ended up being really time consuming because I needed it right here in the middle so that it could line up with that,” Bradley explains briefly, nodding forward to something.

I turn and look at it and then see a huge white projection screen there. It’s blank though, so I assume we’re watching a movie, but I don’t know which one, of course. Bradley likes scary movies, so I hope it’s not one of those but knowing how much he loves to terrorize me, it probably will be.

“Oh crap, please tell me you’re not hungry, because I didn’t really get real food and stuff,” Bradley admits sheepishly.

“I’m not that hungry,” I tell him with a shrug.

“Okay, good, I do have popcorn though.” He supplies, taking a huge thing of popcorn like they have at the movies off of a table sitting next to the car. Then he pulls a blanket off of the table too, handing me the popcorn. Bradley unfolds the comforter thingy and then spreads it over us even though it’s not really that cool outside. I think we’re just supposed to full around under it though, which I will have no problem doing if this is a scary movie.

“Why aren’t you talking?” Bradley asks with a confused expression.

“Because I’m trying to figure this all out,” I explain simply.

“Well, stop trying to figure it out,” He demands. “Just go with the flow.”

“Okay, okay, I’ll just do that,” I assure him, handing the popcorn back to him and scooting over to him, resting my head against his chest and grabbing some popcorn from the bowl. “So, what movie is this?” I wonder as he picks up the remote and hits play on it.

“You’ll see,” Bradley tells me in a singsong voice as he stifles a laugh.

“You’re really weird, Bradley,” I tell him but kiss him on the cheek anyway because I can.

“Yeah, so you’ve said. About four million times,” He responds.

“Because that’s really how weird you are,” I murmur with a giggle.

“Oh, shut up, Sydney,” Bradley jokingly retorts. “Okay the movie is about to start.”

“I’m telling you right now, if this is a scary movi— ” I leave my sentence wavering and my eyes go wide when I see what movie is coming on the huge projector screen right before us. This is literally my favorite movie in the world and it’s an old-ish movie but it really is so good and I just love it so much and I haven’t seen it in a few months because I lost my DVD of it and cried for about five hours. But apparently Bradley got another copy from somewhere and we’re about to watch it and I can’t handle this because I just love this movie so, so much. If you haven’t seen it, then I’m sorry, but your life has not yet begin.

“You told me that you’d never watch this with me!” I squeal, reminding Bradley of that time a few months ago.

“Yeah, I know, but I also said I’d never break your heart and because I’m a giant douche bag, I did that and this is me trying to make it up to you still,” He explains with a small shrug.

“You’re not a giant douche bag,” I assure him, laughing. “Only a tiny one.” I add, squeezing my fingers together and showing him.

“Oh, thanks, that makes me feel so much better,” Bradley says sarcastically.

“It should,” I retort then direct my attention back to the movie, just as the opening lines start. 

"Hi, everybody, this is your Cousin Brucie. Whoa! Our summer romances are in full bloom, and everybody, but everybody's in love. So cousins, here's a great song from The Four Seasons."

I mouth along with the words because I literally know every word in this movie—  Dirty Dancing. And this isn’t the crappy Havana remake one either which makes it all that much better. This is the actual real one; with the perfectly perfect Patrick Swayze and Jennifer Grey. 

"That was the summer of 1963 - when everybody called me Baby, and it didn't occur to me to mind. That was before President Kennedy was shot, before the Beatles came, when I couldn't wait to join the Peace Corps, and I thought I'd never find a guy as great as my dad. That was the summer we went to Kellerman's."

I squeal happily as the opening lines are finished and the movie starts before stuffing my face with more popcorn. For the entire movie, Bradley and I don’t talk much, only doing the not-so-exciting parts because I can’t miss the good parts, which is like, all of them. Bradley doesn’t really understand the movie though, so I spend the boring bits explaining to him what exactly is happening.

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“I cannot believe that’s your favorite movie,” Bradley sighs once the movie ends a while later and he turns the screen off.

“I cannot believe that’s not your favorite movie!” I exclaim, giving him a surprised look. “Bradley, Dirty Dancing is the movie.”

“Yeah, I think I prefer Taken.”

“You would prefer that movie over the best movie in the entire world—  that’s so typical of you,” I reply with a scolding look.

“Maybe because it’s not a chick-flick,” Bradley says, jumping off the side of the car and pulling me with him gently.

“That could also be it,” I giggle in agreement. “Just so you know, I’m keeping that copy of it,” I inform him, referring to the DVD.

“Feel free to keep it,” He laughs. “It’s Elena’s but she says that she never really watches it, so that you could have it.”

“I knew I loved that cousin of mine,” I cheeringly peep.

“What a nice reason to love your cousin,” Bradley remarks sardonically.

“Oh, hush your face up,” I retort before popping the button on my shorts and letting them fall down to my ankles, revealing my bikini bottoms. I slip my shorts off along with the flip flops and then pull my top off, leaving the clothes in a pile before looking up at Bradley, who’s looking at me like he’s surprised that I just did that. I don’t know why he would be considering the fact that he’s seen me in a lot less than a bikini before. Granted, I’ve never just like, undressed in front of him, I don’t think.

“Well, are you just gonna stand there like a shell-shocked fish or are we gonna swim?” I ask him, placing my hands on my hips.

“I wasn’t really planning too much on the swimming,” Bradley admits before taking his shoes, shirt and pants off.

“Then what exactly were you planning on?” I wonder, raising my eyebrows at him, my hands still on my hips.

“Oh, you know,” Bradley casually says, advancing towards me and lifting me up bridal style all out of nowhere. “Kissing,” He continues, pushing his lips to mine briefly before pulling away and kissing my cheek. “And more kissing, of course.” I notice that he starts walking and I think we’re headed towards the pool but like I said, it’s a little dark so I can’t really tell. “And did I mention kissing?” He asks, kissing the tip of my nose.

“Maybe once or twice,” I giggle, wrapping my arms around his neck tightly.

“Oh, no, don’t try to hold on to me now,” Bradley laughs. “Not when during that whole movie, you barely talked to me.”

“It’s my favorite movie!” I exclaim in defense. “If you wanted to talk, you should have brought The Dark Knight Rises.” I suggest.

“The Dark Knight Rises is a good movie, so I wouldn’t have talked through that,” He informs me.

“Well, I would have,” I say with a shrug.

“You’re a really mean girlfriend, you know that?”

“I’m not mean a girlfriend,” I deny, rolling my eyes at his words.

“Yeah, you kinda are, but that’s okay because every mean person gets what’s coming to them and this is coming to you.” He says.

“Wait, what are you talking about?” I ask him, giving him a strange look. Bradley gives me a wolf-ish grin, but he doesn’t reply to my question. Seconds later, I go flying out of his arms and I let out loud shriek as I’m temporarily airborne. I land in the pool with a big splash and being the clumsy person I am, I manage to swallow quite a bit of water from the surprise attack my so called boyfriend just launched on me. When I swim to the surface, I push my wet hair out of my face and narrow my eyes at Bradley, who’s doubled over, holding his stomach as he laughs like that was just the funniest thing the world, when it in fact wasn’t.

“I hate you, Bradley Edwards, I hate you so much!” I exclaim, swimming over to him and doing my best to splash him with as much water as I possibly can. It doesn’t work too well though since he’s like, not in the pool and actually standing up and stuff.

“No you don’t,” Bradley replies shaking his head. “You love me so much and I think that we both know it,” He teases before getting down into the pull and wrapping his arms around my waist, kissing me lightly. Of course he's right, I do love him so much, but I think that much is obvious. 

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Author's Note: Short-ish A/N tonight because I'm sleepy, I'm tired and I'm sick. Poor me. Anyways, I hope you guys liked this chapter! Thoughts? Predictions for the next? I know this chapter was like a Walker / Bradley split but Drew, Tanner and Mikey will be in the next one a lot more. So, yeah. Like I said, I'm sleepy, I'm tired and I'm sick. Not to mention the fact that school is tomorrow too. UGH. But yeah, don't forget to comment and vote, por favor! Notice the song and photo, please! I love you all so much and have a lovely day/night, whatever. P.S., this is the longest chapter by far, and idk how that happened, but yeah, it did, haha. P.P.S. it's kinda funny because I've never even seen Dirty Dancing, tbh. Oh and don't forget to follow me on Tumblr, the-magics-not-here-no-more.tumblr.com (link below and in external link. Might go on a short follow spree on there later for the first few people that follow it? I dunno yet though!) for character profiles and such about my stories! At the this time, the stuff up on there pertains to this story, Give Me Love, Like Crazy, 90 Days and The Lucky One. The last two will be started later this month or sometime betweent then and early December, idk. Um, yeah, this wasn't as short as I'd envisioned, but yeah. So, yeah, goodnight lovelies! <3