Breathe

Bradley is smoking hot. He's a man whore. Every girl wants to jump in his pants not to mention a few guys. But then, there's Shay. She hates everything about him, from his floppy hair to his Australian accent.
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Shay is a bookworm. She reads and reads and reads. If she's not reading she's dancing in her mother's studio.
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Somehow Bradley finds this ever so endearing and tries his very hardest to get her attention. But of course he'll never get it.

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Brad's POV

"Well I should get going then..." I stood from my spot at the counter. 

"You could stay... if you want to."

"Over night?"

"Yeah... Josh left some clothes over here when he left... we never threw them out."

"I sleep naked." 

"Oh?" She gasped slightly. "That's okay." I stared at her. "Are you trying to burn holes in my head?" She laughed. "Do you wanna stay or not?"

"Sure." I nodded. "But I'll sleep on the couch if you want me too."

"Yeah. A naked guy sleeping on the couch. That'll be a sight for the burglars." She smiled her eyes sparking for just a moment before they went dull again. I know that dull ache that's left in the pit of your stomach, when your processing the death of the person that gave you life. "You don't have to.Sleep on the couch I mean. Do you at least wear boxers?" Oh. She didn't want to be alone tonight, she needed comfort.

"I'll make an exception." I winked. She rolled her eyes. "Are you tired now?"

"A little bit."

"You need me to tuck you in?" I faked a baby voice. 

"Don't do that. You sound like Elmo." 

Shay's POV

Ryan was surprised when I got into bed in just an over-sized Rolling Stones t-shirt.

"Fuck." he kept mumbling, but I ignored him. He held on to my waist tightly, as if I were a pillow, and suddenly I thought about how many girls he had probably done that to...  

At around 10 I turned to face a still wide awake Brad.

"Do you think I'll ever be ready to have sex?"  He looked taken aback by this. 

"I think that you'll know once you've met the right person." I yawned.

"I mean is it bad that I'm not even one bit interested in it anymore?" He sighed.

"You're not interested because it can be used as a weapon. It's like a gun, if someone shoots you, you're not afraid of the person, but the object."

"But why? That doesn't make any sense. It's the person holding the gun that pulled the trigger."

"Yes but if that gun was a banana instead, would you have bled?"

I was slowly registering Brad's words in my mind as I drifted off to sleep. It was more likely to see the weapon again than the person! That was the answer to my question. I will most likely never see that man again in my life, but sex is everywhere, and there's more than one psychopath in the world, ready to use it against me. I don't get the whole Banana thing... who tries to shoot someone with a banana? And what harmless thing could have been traded for rape?

It felt good, having someone there to comfort me. I didn't cry all night like I thought I would, instead I had a great sleep, for the first time in forever. Jake didn't wake up, and my mother wouldn't be screaming in pain for the first time in two years, and maybe she was better off gone. The pain she had been through in the past 2 years, and she wasn't going to get  better, if anything she kept getting worse. Though I'm heartbroken that she's gone, I think I'm being selfish about all of it...

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I shivered waking up, realizing I had no blankets on. Seeking warmth I snuggled up to Brad.

"What?"

"You stole my blankets." I grumbled. "I'm cold." He laughed at me and wrapped his arms around my waist. I pressed my cheek to his bare chest and threw my arms around his torso.

"Do you do this with him?" He asked. I opened my eyes, looking into his blue ones.

"Do what?"

"This."

"Cuddle?" I tilted my head in confusion.

"Well...yeah."

"I mean sometimes." He looked a little disappointed in my answer. "What? I know you do a lot more than cuddling with lots of girls."

"I know it's just... I like this a lot better than sex."

"Obviously not. We did this all the time when we dated, you still cheated on me." I shrugged.

"I was stupid then." He cupped my cheek then quickly took it away. "I'm gonna go check on Jake."

Brad's POV

I threw my clothes back on and strolled down the hallway, into Jake's room. He was wide awake chewing on one of his stuffed animal's head.

"Hey why didn't you cry?"

"Fluffy!" He slobbered taking the toy out of his mouth. Its lamazing how this kid can sound like he's ten and then the next sound 1. "Foo! Foo!" He pointed to his door. "I want foo!"

"Okay, okay calm down." I laughed and picked him up from his crib. "Don't drool on me man."

"Pwomise."

"It's promise."

"Pwomise." I laughed as we reach Shay's door.

"Shay where are the-" I stopped as I opened the door. Shay was only in her underwear. "Whoa."r

"Could you like... Leave? For a sec." She covered her body with a t-shirt.

"Oh right." I backed out, closing the door in front of me. "Where does mommy keep the formula?"

"Kit! Kit!"

"The kitchen!" Jake nodded vigorously.

Shay's POV

I nearly screamed after brad left. No no no no no. Not cool. Not cool ever ever ever. I threw on my sweats and my hooters t-shirt. Maybe I should rethink that... Shit it's laundry day. This shirt was so low cut, and so tight. I couldn't wear it all day...

I made a load of clothes to put into the washing machine. Nearly running to the machine that was on the other side of the house I spotted Brad putting a bottle of formula into the microwave.

"What are you doing?" I dropped my basket.

"Heating up the bottle..."

"No! Not in a microwave! No you run the bottle under room temperature water! Why the hell would you put it in a microwave?!"

"I'm sorry? I didn't know." I huffed picking up the basket and walking to the washing machine.

As I loaded the machine I heard someone walk in.

"Where's Jake?"

"Drinking his room temperature milk." His hands wrapped around me tugging me closer to him. "That outfit of yours is driving me insane." He breathed into my neck. I bit my lip. Was I about to moan?

"Sorry... I'll change." I fought off the urge to pull him closer to me. "As soon as the laundry's done." I put my hands on his pulling them away from my body. "I'm not ready for that yet." I turned to face him.

"I'm sorry." He backed away from me. "I'm just stupid."

"You're not stupid." I called out. "It's not your fault. I'm just not ready."

"I understand." He gave me a half smile as he turned to leave. I sighed grabbing his hand. "What are you-?" I gripped the nape of his neck with my free hand and pressed my lips against his. He cupped my cheek with his free hand desperately as if I were going to pull away. His other hand let go f mine to then rest at the small of my back. His lips were hot pressed against mine, but that's what stopped me. I rested my head on his shoulder as the hand cupping my cheek fell to my back. "What's wrong?"

"This. Us. It's all wrong. We're cheating."

"So dump him." He begged. "And I'll get rid of Christina."

"You act like she's a pest or something. Haven't you been with her for the last like two years?"

"Well we were never actually dating."

"You just had sex with her..." I rolled my eyes.

"I never kissed her like that. I never kissed anyone like that."

"You're ready to give up sex, for a kiss?" I asked. He took a deep breath. "See."

"I'll show you. I can do it, just give me two weeks. Two weeks to prove you wrong."

"Fine. But if you slip up, even once, I'll drop you on the spot."

"Okay, okay deal." He laughed as he pressed me against the door frame. "Let's kiss on it."

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