Author's Note: I'm posting this way later at night than usual, so a lot of you won't see this until morning, but yeah. Anyways, I know I said there'd be lots of Drew in this chapter, but it didn't really work out that way. He is in here quite a bit though and the next chapter for sure will be chock full of Drewy. Don't forget to comment your thoughts on this chapter! If it isn't obvious, there's not a ton left to this story, but I'm not exactly sure how many chapters. When I decide though, I'll let you know. Don't forgot that I've got an Instagram now, in case you, you know, wanna follow me, which would be cool. Username? millie_wattpad. Same on Kik. ♥

Chapter 32 - My Wish Already Came True

“Just tell me,” I whine through the phone to Bradley, lying on my bed, staring up at the ceiling.

“No, I’m not gonna tell you; you may as well quit asking.” My boyfriend firmly retorts.

“It’s not fair though!” I exclaim.

“It’s totally fair,” He argues.

“I hate you.”

“You love me.”

“Nope,” I defend. “I don’t. I hate you.”

"So, is that why you did what you did Tuesday night?”

“Shut up,” I mutter, my face going red.

“I’m just kidding,” He assures me. “Besides, you could never hate me.”

“Well, in this very moment, I don’t like you very much.” I correct.

“Okay, I can live with that.” Bradley nonchalantly guarantees. 

“Oh, come on, just tell me!” I plead, eyeing the soiled diaper on my floor that Arianna didn’t take with her.

“I’m not telling you,” Bradley decisively asserts. “Just know that in one hour, I’m picking you up.”

“One hour?” I echo. “Why one?”

“Because that’s when I hav--“ He cuts off suddenly, realizing my plan. “Oh, you’re a sneaky one.”

"A girl can only try,” I sigh, knowing he’s too stubborn to tell me where we’re going for our first date.

“Are you pouting? I bet you’re pouting.”

“I am pouting,” I retort. “I’m mad at you.”

“No, you’re not.”

“Yes, I am!”

“Whatever you say.”

“I’m serious.”

“Okay,” Bradley replies, chuckling under his breath. “I gotta go but I’ll see you in an hour.”

"Yeah, yeah, whatever.” I mumble. “I’ll see you then.”

“I love you.”

“Love you too,” I mutter.

“I know.” Is the last thing Bradley says before he hangs up. Stupid boyfriend.

It’s Thursday night and Bradley and I are going out on our very first date tonight and I’m kinda terrified. I mean, the last time he and I were alone…things happened. Well, rather a thing happened. Not that I regret that thing, because I’m just really weird and in that particular moment I really wanted to do what I did, so I did it. And no, we didn’t do it. I don’t know where we’re going tonight, but I really think it could happen tonight. That should excite me and to some degree and it does. It excites to maybe a eighty-nine degree, and the remaining eleven degrees are just cautious because we haven’t been together all that long. Then again, I have known him for eighteen years.

My thoughts are suddenly interrupted by my sister barging into my room, Charley in tow. She has her sitting in one of those baby holders. I don’t even know their proper names. You know the kind I mean? It’s like a backpack type thing that the mom wears on her front side and straps the baby in to it? Well, that’s what she has. I told her she looks like a kangaroo when she does it, which she didn’t appreciate. Jared also agrees with me.

“Sure, come no in.” I sarcastically say as she plops herself onto my bed.

“I hear you and Bradley are going on a date,” She chirps, ignoring my remark.

"How’d you hear that?” I wonder.

"You’re not the quietest talker; your voice carries.”

“All the way to your room?”

“Mhm, so where are you guys going?”

“I wish I knew,” I shrug. “He won’t tell me.”

“Well, when’s he coming?” Arianna asks, playing with her daughter’s little hands.

“An hour.”

“An hour?!” She exclaims. “What are we doing still sitting here? I have to help you!”

“No,” I say, chuckling awkwardly. “You really don’t. I’ll be fine.”

“Nonsense! Sydney, this is your first date! As your big sister, it’s my responsibility, nay my duty to help.”

“Okay,” I roll my eyes, giggling at my sister’s dramaticness. “If you really want to.”

“Of course! Let me just take Charley to Jared and I’ll be right back.” She says, prancing from the room.

It’s kinda funny that my nearly twenty year old sister has the mentality of an eight year old and she had her own baby not even week ago. I have to give it to them, Jared and Arianna, I think that for the most part, they’re really good parents. The only downside is that Jared’s been spending the night here every night. Sometimes he tries to talk to me and he’s just so stupid that I literally cannot handle the pressure that comes with talking to him.

“I’m back,” Arianna announces, prancing back in.

“I see that,” I retort, standing up and running my fingers through my hair lazily.

“So, what’re you thinking? A dress?”

“Bradley’s such a cheese ball that we’ll probably go somewhere fancy. So, yes.” I answer.

Arianna goes over to my closet, pulling it open and rifling through it. “You two are just so adorable.” She coos.

Sighing, I pull my legs up on my bed and sit Indian style. “I’m glad you think so.”

“Why the emphasis on you?”

“Because,” I sigh. “Drew hates me.”

“Drew?” Arianna repeats.

“Yeah, he hates me.”

"I doubt it,” She scoffs, still looking through my closet. “Why would you even say that?”

“Well,” I pause, swallowing the lump in my throat. “In Colorado he told me something.”

"Something like what?”

“That he likes or maybe even loves me?” I quickly blubber, making it sound like a question.

“What?!” Arianna shouts, turning to look at me, a bewildered look on her face. “Drew? Drew Rogers?”

“That’s the one,” I tell her, twiddling my fingers along the material of my bedspread.

“Oh my gosh, are you serious? Drew told you he loves you?” She asks, sitting by me on the bed.

“Well, actually he said he likes me and then he was all, “I may even love you, you know,”, so yeah.” I sigh.

“That’s beyond crazy; does Bradley know?”

“Of course he doesn’t know, and I’m not gonna tell him so keep your big mouth shut.”

“What? Why aren’t you gonna tell him? Don’t you think he should know?”

“I do, but can you imagine how awkward it’d be? He and Drew’s friendship would be dunzo.”

“This is true,” Arianna agrees. “You know, for you to have only guy friends, you have a lot of problems.”

“Thanks for pointing out the obvious, sis.” I retort.

“Wait a minute, so you and Bradley spent the whole night together Tuesday and you didn’t tell him?”

“No?”

“Well, then what’d you do?”

“Stuff.”

“Like?”

“Like none of your business, that’s what.” I reply. “You’re supposed to be helping me get ready.”

“Oh, right. Well that’s hard when you have like seven dresses.”

“I don’t like dresses enough to buy a lot of them.” I defend.

“Well, then lucky for you, you’ve got me as a big sister.”

"Oh, yes,  I can literally feel the luck reverberating off of you.”

“I know you can,” Arianna tells me, wrapping her hand around my wrist. “Wanna go short and skimpy, light and melancholy or dark and flirty?” She asks, pulling me from my room and down the corridor towards her.  

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I stand in front of my full length mirror, smoothing out the dress I’m wearing. It’s a crème colored lace capped dress with a thin brown belt that sits just around the curve of my torso. While Arianna tried to force me into about seven different bodycon dresses, I firmly refused and instead opted for this one. We’re the same size, yes, but bodycon dresses are made to literally cling to your body and leave little to nothing to the imagination. I’m happy with this dress though; I think it’s really adorable.

As for jewelry, I’m wearing a pair of Saks Fifth Avenue diamond earrings, another guilt present from my dad, a two layer pearl necklace and a Eddie Borgo bracelet. I don’t know who Eddie Borgo is, but Arianna said he’s really big over in Europe or somewhere and she got the bracelet there two years ago when she was in the rebellious stage and ran away to London. My long brown hair is wavy - as badly as Arianna wanted to straighten it, I argued that an hour wouldn’t be enough time to straighten and style it. I was apparently right, because it’s been nearly forty-five minutes since I started getting ready.

Lastly, I’m wearing a pair of Jimmy Choo stilettoes, also courtesy of my darling big sister. How she complains about having no money when she walks around in Jimmy Choo stilettoes and Christian Dior clothing, I have no idea. The girl is absolutely crazy, I think. But I’ve known that for eighteen years now. Then again, she does visit dad a lot more than I do, he probably gives her a lot of money. I guess his job is really, really well paying or something.

“Sydney?” Arianna’s voice calls up the stairs.

“Yeah?” I call back, looking down at my phone; Bradley’s not supposed to be here for fifteen minutes.

“I think Bradley’s here; come down!”

“Okay,” I reply, looking out of my window.

Bradley’s light is turned out but his room is slightly illuminated by his television mounted to his walls, which I can clearly see because the blue curtains are slightly parted. His Jeep isn’t in the driveway either, and he’s so weird that him driving the ten foot distance between our two houses is totally something he’d do.

I drop my cell phone into my clutch purse, which only has a few pieces of gum, twenty-five bucks, some Tic Tacs and now my phone in it. I re-exam myself in the mirror and take a deep breath. Why am I so nervous? It’s just Bradley. Turning out my bedroom, I walk out of my room and slowly descend the stairs, not wanting to go tumbling down in these six inch heels.

When I reach the bottom of the stairs, I see Arianna standing near the front door with Charley back in that kangaroo thing. I stifle a laugh and pull my compact mirror out of my purse, nervously checking to make sure my make-up is on point. Not that Bradley’s gonna care or even notice; I mean, he’s a boy after all.

"Wow,” Arianna says in triumph, “You see that baby? Mommy made your aunt Sydney hot.”

“Did you just call me ugly?” I ask, raising my eyebrows at her.

“Are you deaf? I just said hot. Even Charley agrees with me. Don’t you sweetie?”

“I’m so sorry, Charley, that you’ve been cursed with such a weird mother.” I joke, kissing Charley’s cheek.

“Hardy, har.” Arianna says, rolling her eyes playfully.

“So, where’s Bradley?” I wonder, looking around.        

“Oh, right! He’s outside.”

“Aren’t you gonna invite him in?” I ask, my eyebrows raised.

“Because he never knocked on the door. Your boyfriend is weird.”

“What do you mean, ‘he never knocked on the door’?”

“He’s just standing out there! I think he is, anyways.” Arianna explicates.

The doorbell rings all of a sudden, echoing through the house loudly. Arianna turns and pulls the door open with a smile on her face. It quickly falters though when she sees that it’s not Bradley. It’s actually Drew standing there.

“What are you doing here?” She demands.

“Um, cute kid.” He awkwardly says, acknowledging Charlotte.

“Thanks,” Arianna grins. “So, what’re you doing here?”

“I was just hoping that I could talk to Sydney,” He clears his throat before looking at me. “If that’s okay?”

“Ask her, not me.” Arianna retorts, rolling her eyes. “Boys are so brainless.”

“Okay, then,” Drew sighs. “Sydney, can I talk to you?” 

“I actually can’t right now, Drew, I’m getting ready to go out.” I reject, my voice cold. 

His Adam’s Apple bobs as he swallows hard. “Please?” Then he adds, “You, um, you look really pretty.”

Arianna squeals, “Courtesy of me!”

Drew gives her an awkward smile, “Yeah?”

She replies with a pleased, “Mhm.”

“Arianna,” I interject. “Give us a minute?”

“Sure, besides, I think Char’s hungry. Are you hungry, baby? Let’s get daddy to feed you.” She bustles.

With that, Arianna leaves the room, toting Charlotte with her. With her, the liveliness leaves. Drew awkwardly stands there in the doorway with his hands jammed into the pocket of his jeans and I’m standing on the other side of the living room in my dress, all ready to go. I clear my throat, giving him a pointed look and cross my arms over my chest.

“What do you want?”

“I wanna talk to you,” He repeats, stepping in and closing the door.

“Well, I don’t wanna talk to you, so leave.”

“Sydney, please.” Drew begs.

“No, I mean, I really would, but Bradley’s gonna be over soon.”

“Are you two going on a date or something?”

"Our first date, yeah.” I confirm, nodding.

“Well, can’t I just wait here for you to come back?”

“Why can’t I just call you tomorrow or something?”

“So, you’re staying the night with him?”

"What would it matter if I did?” I ask, twitching my nose at his insinuation.

“It wouldn’t, I guess,” He mutters.

“Well, then I dunno. Maybe.”

“Are you two having sex?” Drew boldly blurts.

“Drew!” I squeal, my face going redder than a hot chili pepper.

“What?” Drew asks innocently, looking up at me from up underneath his lashes.

“You can’t just ask me that.” I murmur.

 “Why not?”

“Because you’re not my friend anymore, remember? Even my friends can’t ask; it’s weird.”

“I’ve noticed you haven’t denied it yet.”

“No, we’re not having sex though if we wanted to, we could.”

“I know, I was just curious.”

“Why are you here?”

“I told you I wanna talk to you.”

“Well, could you pick up the pace? You have about five minutes,” I say, looking at the time on my phone.

“I don’t think I can apologize for being such a huge asshole jerk face in five minutes.” He admits.

"You’re right; I’m pretty sure that’s not possible.”

“Look,” He sighs. “I’m trying, okay?”

“I know you are, Drew and I’m glad that you are, but can’t we just talk later? Please?”

“Bu--“

Drew’s request goes unheard because the doorbell rings again and since Drew’s standing right by the door, he sighs and turns on his heel, pulling it open. A confused look passes over Bradley’s face when he sees Drew standing there, but he doesn’t make a big scene of it.

“Oh, hey, dude, I didn’t know you’d be here.”               

“Yeah,” Drew says quietly. “Just talking to Sydney.”

“Was.” I correct him. “Hey Bradley,” I chirp to my boyfriend.

“Hey beautiful,” He obliviously retorts, striding over to me and kissing me lightly on the lips.

“You smell like Drakkar Noir.” I note, inhaling his scent.

“Thanks?” Bradley replies. “You smell like…Arianna.”

“I smell like my sister?” I ask, pulling away from him a few seconds later.

“Yeah, I mean, she usually smells like oranges or something like that, and that’s how you smell.”

“She kinda kidnapped me and made me her little mannequin.” I reason, gesturing to my clothes.

“A sexy mannequin,” Bradley adds, leaning down to kiss me again.

Drew clears his throat and says, “Well, I can see you’re busy. Just call me when you get back, I guess?”

I nod, staring at Drew’s shoes so I don’t have to look in his eyes. “Yeah, sure.”

“Have a good time on your date, you two.” He tells us before leaving my house.

“What was up with that?” Bradley asks, his forehead furrowed.

“He just wanted to talk to me, probably about that fight.”

“Why ar--“

“Shh!” I say, putting my index finger to his lips, shushing him. “This night is about me and you, not him.”

“That’s true,” Bradley replies, against my finger. “Come on, let’s go.”

“So, where are we going? Can I know now?” I ask as we walk out of my house, just in time to see Drew’s car speed down the street as if he’s racing a NASCAAR race or something.

“Of course you can’t know now,” Bradley replies with a scoff, opening the passenger side door for me.

“Oh, you cheese ball.” I giggle, climbing in.

“You love this cheese ball.”

“A little, maybe.” I tease as he gets in on his side.

“You’re only fooling yourself,” Bradley assures me, starting his car and pulling out of the driveway.

-------

“Are you sure you’re not looking?” Bradley asks as he pulls me from his car, his hands over my eyes.

“Pretty sure,” I giggle. “Where are we?”

“Stop being so impatient; you’ll know in a minute.” He asserts, closing the door, walking behind me.

“Are we in a forest or something?” I wonder, as we walk. The ground’s kinda soft, which makes me ask.

“Nope.” Bradley denies, popping the ‘p’.

Suddenly, Bradley’s hands leave my eyes and I can see everything around me and actually breathe through my nose like a normal human being. It doesn’t take me long at all to realize where we are. Cedar Ridge Beach, one of the few beaches in our town. A couple of feet in front of me is a white marble table covered by a black lacey tablecloth. On either side of the table are matching chairs. The table has two silver platters on it along with two glasses of some kinda drink. Besides the platters and drinks, on the tabletop is also a menorah type thing. Well, not menorah because those things have nine candle holders and the one on the table has two, both with lit candles in them.

“Aw,” I coo, looking up at my adorable boyfriend. “It’s so cute.”

“You like?”

“I love.” I correct, lacing my arm through his as we walk towards the table.

Bradley insists on pulling my chair out for me and since I know just how stubborn he is, I don’t argue with him. Instead I just playfully roll my eyes at him before taking the seat. Bradley sits on the opposite side, staring at me like the weird boy he is. Too bad I happen to love that weird boy. Love. Still getting used to saying that about someone that isn’t my family or in a totally platonic way.  

“Wait a minute,” I say, realizing something.

“What?”

"This is a beach.”

“Yes, it is! And that’s an ocean and you’re a girl and I’m a boy.” Bradley teases.

“Oh, hush.” I retort.

“What’s your point though?” He asks, chuckling.

“My point is that this Cedar Ridge Beach; how are we even here right now?”

“Oh, well, I told my dad that we were going on our date tonight and he rented it out for a few hours.”

“Oooh,” I say, nodding. “Have I ever mentioned how much I love your dad?”

“He loves you too. Like he’s really on my case about you coming over when he’s actually there.”

“Then I’ll come over tomorrow, is your mother back yet?”

“Ugh,” He groans. “She’s coming back Saturday, so no. But anyway, I don’t wanna talk about them.”

“So, then what do you wanna talk about?”

“I got a letter in the mail a few days ago, while we were in Colorado.” He starts.

“Oh? Is that a bad thing or a good thing? What’s under here?” I ask, peeking under the platter.

"My world famous grilled cheese sandwiches.” Bradley says with a smirk.

“World famous?” I echo, taking one out and biting into it. “I can’t believe you put them on platters.”

“Well, I couldn’t just leave them out in the open, dingo.”

“I guess not,” I giggle. “Gah,” I groan suddenly.

“What?”

“You make me giggle too much.”

“I make you giggle too much?” Bradley repeats, eyebrows raised.

“Yes!”

"Sorry?” He say, the corners of his mouth slightly turning up.

“You should be,” I retort.

From then on we talk about stupid random stuff, like we always do. Basically we recount times we’ve had together. Like when we were seven, Bradley, Tanner and I were up in Tanner’s tree house and Bradley fell out, breaking his arm in five places. My seven year old self legit thought he was gonna die.

Then there was the first day of middle school when I got lost- in my defense, the school was huge- and some kinda way, Bradley found me in one of the many storage closets and comforted me until I stopped crying. I was like, eleven, okay? There’s more stuff, stuff I care not to elaborate on and some kinda way that dreaded thing called college weasels its way into the conversation, which is what we’re talking about now.

“So, when we were in Colorado, my dad said a letter came for me.”

“A letter?” I repeat. “Who from?”

“I don’t wanna put a damper on things, but UCL.”

“I don’t know what that is.” I tell him, realizing I don’t recognize the acronym.

“It’s, uh,” Bradley pauses and clears his throat. “University College London.”

"Oh," I say, blinking a few times. "You didn't even tell me you applied!" I exclaim. 

“Because I didn’t think I’d get in! I just picked it because the counselor said pick one."

“So, you wanna go there?”

“No, I don’t wanna go to England. And I’m not going, I told you I’m staying with you.”

“So, you did get in?”

“I dunno. I haven’t opened it. I just felt like I should tell you.”

“Well, why not?”

“Because I don’t care what it says. I’m not going.”

“If you got in you are.” I firmly tell him.

“Nuh uh. You can’t make me.”

“You wanna bet?”

“I sure do, missy.” He replies, giving me a boyish grin. “Why go to England when I already have the tea?”

“What?” I ask, laughing at his reference.

“In England there’s lot of tea, right?”

“I mean, I guess, bu--“

“Right, and I already have you. You’re more than enough; why should I get more tea in England?”

“Bradley,” I reply, chuckling. “Honey, that is the stupidest analogy I’ve ever heard in my life.” I tease. 

Bradley looks down at his watch, shaking his head. “You’re the meanest girlfriend I’ve ever had.” He replies in an equally teasing tone. 

I scoff, “I thought I was the only serious girlfriend you’ve ever had?”

“Ergo, the meanest.” He supplies. “Now, come on, it’s 8:45 and there’s something that you gotta see.”

“But food,” I whine, gesturing to his oh so gourmet grilled cheese.

“But this is better than food,” Bradley assures me, standing to his feet.

“That’s a lie; nothing is better than food.”

"You’re acting like Tanner now,” Bradley tells me.

“That’s a scary thought.” I say, shuddering and grabbing his outstretched hand.

Bradley leads me over to the very edge of the beach and we stand near the ocean line, the water pushing back and forth slightly, but not enough to actually wet our feet or anything. My boyfriend steps behind me, wrapping his arms around my small frame and resting his head on my shoulder, his lips near my ear.

“Okay, give it a second.”

“What is it?” I ask.

“Just wait,” He commands, his voice tickling my ear.

“Okaaay,” I sigh, dragging the word out. Suddenly a bright flash of green soars across the sky and I gasp, pointing up at it. “Bradley, look! It’s a shooting star!” I cry as it briskly soars across the sky. “Make a wish!” I squeal, closing my eyes.

“My wish already came true,” He assures me, as I make my wish.

“What was it?” I wonder, looking up at him after the star has gone.

“You, of course.” Bradley says as if the answer was totally obvious. “What’d you wish for?”

“Can’t say, it won’t come true otherwise.”

“That’s not true.”

“I’m not taking any chances. Did you know that that shooting star was coming?”

“Maybe,” He says, shrugging innocently. I raise an eyebrow at him and his face goes a little red. “Okay, so maybe I’ve been spending a lot of time at the planetarium lately. There was just a little theory it may hit tonight.”

“Nerd,” I joke, kissing his cheek.

“I love you,” Bradley tells me, spinning me around in his arms so that we’re face to face.

“I love you more.” I retort, putting my lips to his. “And this was perfect. I love it.”

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“You wanna come in?” I awkwardly ask Bradley as we stand at my front door. Yes, he insisted on walking me to the door. While he is totally and completely cliché in some areas, he’s adorable.

“If I come in, what’re we gonna do?” He teases, grinning.

“I dunno.” I mutter, my face turning a shade of red. “We can play Battleship or something.”

“Hmm,” Bradley says, wrapping his hands around my waist. “I’d rather you don’t sink my battleship.”

“I-is that a double entendre?”

“You bet it is.” He confirms, leaning down and kissing me.

The door suddenly flies open, making Bradley and I break apart. I turn, looking at the stupid perpetrator and see that it’s Drew freaking Rogers. What the heck is he doing back here? I specifically told him that we’d talk about our stupid fight tomorrow.

"Drew, what do you want?” I demand.

“You said we could talk.”

“Tomorrow!” I exclaim.

“Oh,” Drew says innocently.

I know he knows what he’s done though because he’s got a mischievous glint in his eyes. The one that Mikey always has when he’s playing prankster on someone or something. Stupid Drew.

"Well? Go away! We’ll talk tomorrow!”

“I mean, he’s already here; you may as well talk now.” Bradley interjects. I widen my eyes at him and kisses my forehead. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

I sigh inaudibly, and say, “You’re not spending the night?”

He shakes his head, “Nah, you two need to talk anyway. I’ll stay over tomorrow though.” Bradley promises.

“Okay,” I say, a little crestfallen. Stupid Drew ruining everything. Tonight would have been perfect for Bradley and I to, you know, do it. Stupid Drew.

Bradley bids us goodnight and turns on his tail, walking back to his car which is still on. He gets in and backs up, backing into his driveway. He gets out of the car and walks in his house, softly closing the door behind him. I turn and look up at Drew, my hands on my hips.

“You have the worst timing ever!” I whine.

“I’m sorry I interrupted your almost loss of your virginity.” He sarcastically remarks.

“This is why I don’t wanna talk to you. You’re being an ass.” I tell him, walking into my house.

He follows and says, “I’m sorry, Syd, I really am. And I have this whole big sorry speech prepared and all, bu--“

“Then you may as well say it,” I grumpily reply, sitting on the couch and crossing my arms.