it's Wednesday in my soul because I have not written a single word in almost two weeks so I technically didn't have anything so I opened up and wrote a scene I wanted to get out for a fic that isn't even close to being done but i WROTE!!
ty to whoever tagged me, and sorry if i tag you again (srry not sorry)
The chorus of voices was loud as Bradley let himself into his Mom’s house. Not the one he had grown up in, that had been sold long ago to a young couple that were starting a family, long after Bradley had grown up and moved out. It had been bittersweet, but it had been time. The house had been perfect for them when he had been growing up, but it had gotten to be too large for just his Mom, and the one-bedroom bungalow a block from the beach was much more up her alley. Of course, it being a one bedroom didn’t stop her from cramming as many people as she could into it for one of her parties she threw like clockwork every six months rain or shine.
So, it was all normal for Bradley to step into the house, wave to a bunch of people he knew, and a bunch of people who probably knew him and he would have to figure out how his Mom knew these people and what she had been telling them. But for now, he kicked his shoes off, walked over to the thankfully empty couch his Mom was sitting on and dropped down onto it with a groan, pressing his face into the cushions and let out another, more annoyed groan.
Mom laughed, and Bradley felt a hand pat him on the back. “Good day?” she asked, amused but Bradley could make out the undercurrent of worry.
The large sigh Bradley let out was hidden in the cushions, but he knew his shoulders heaved. “Went on a date last night,” he said, voice muffled but he knew she would hear him. It wasn’t the first time he had done this.
“Oh?” she asked, voice carefully neutral but Bradley could sense the interest there. His Mom was forever teasing him that he was single, but she also managed to do it in a way that never felt like she was nagging him. “Was it good?”
Bradley turned his head so he could speak clearly. “It was perfect,” he said, letting out a sigh as he thought about the way Jake’s smile looked by candlelight, the quick way he responded and asked questions about Bradley’s job as if he were actually interested in the finer points of forensic accounting. It didn’t help that his shoulders looked like they were going to burst out of his shirt at any moment and Bradley had probably lost a few seconds daydreaming about that exact scenario. “He’s so hot, he’s so so hot, and he’s so smart, and funny, and he agreed to a second date.”
A second date that apparently Jake was planning because it was his turn.
“And! He texted me as soon as he got home! To keep talking, and he followed up the day of the date to confirm and kept talking to me.”
Bradley trailed off with a groan, pressing his face back into the cushions and letting out another groan. He could hear his Mom laughing, no doubt shaking her head at his antics which Bradley understood. He was being dramatic, and he knew it. But Jake was perfect. So much more perfect than Bradley had expected. He lifted his head again.
“I’m going to marry him,” Bradley said, firmly, clearly, because he was. Jake was perfect and Bradley was going to marry the shit out of him.
He groaned again and dropped his face into the cushions.
“So why the dramatics then?” Carole asked, patting him on the back again.
It was a fair question, Bradley was being dramatic for no reason, especially after a date that was supposedly so perfect he was ready to get married. Bradley sat up, ignoring the amused looks on his whatever Uncles he could see, and the money changing hands as people no doubt bet on his fucking love life, again.
“Mom,” Bradley said, reaching out for her hand and taking it because this was serious. As serious as he could ever be.
Carole frowned at him. “What?”
“Mom, he’s a pilot,” Bradley hissed it like the dirty word it was before he dropped onto his back and pressed his hands against his face, letting out another groan.
Laughter started, the teasing rolling in as his Uncles reminded him of all the times, he said he would never date someone in the Navy. Especially not a pilot. Not with Mav, and Uncle Ice and everyone else. Not even mentioning his Mom who, despite being three years retired, could get all the dirt on Jake she wanted without even asking twice.
A hand patted his knee and he lifted his head to see his Mom nodding as him. “Yeah,” she sighed out, shaking her head with another happy sigh, no doubt remembering something Dad had done when they had first met. “They’re like that.”
Groaning, Bradley dropped his head back and pressed his hands over his face. “This is horrible.”
“What’s his name?” Carole asked, curious.
For a brief moment Bradley thought about not replying and giving Jake a second to get to know him before Bradley’s entire stupid extended family got up in his business just for the crime of dating Bradley, but he had never been raised like that.
There was a brief moment of silence in the circle around them, the rest of the party filtering in, unaware of the turmoil that Bradley was going through.
“Oh, this is going to be fantastic,” Carole said, laughing brightly just as Mav started to splutter demands that Bradley never talk to him again.
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