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.
Shay is a bookworm. She reads and reads and reads. If she's not reading she's dancing in her mother's studio.
Somehow Bradley finds this ever so endearing and tries his very hardest to get her attention. But of course he'll never get it.


20. 20

Shay's POV

"So. Where are we going?" I asked.

"It's a secret." Brad laughed, hopping into his blue 1967 camaro. 

"Classic." I thought out loud, sliding my finger across the sleek, shiny finish.

"If you like this, you should see my brother's. It's a 1967 chevy impala."

"Like supernatural?" I rolled my eyes. Him and his brother have this obsession with the show.

"Exactly. A sexy classical car."

"What's your sister have?"

"Hippy bus."

"Hippy bus?"

"1950 Volkswagen van." I laughed.

"That... suits her." I opened the door. "Just don't take me dumpster diving."

"No promises." 

The trip to where ever lasted for an hour. Brad swears it was 30 minutes,and then we begin walking up a huge driveway.

"Is this someone's house?" 

"Not really. It's a restaurant, but they modeled it like a house, to make it more comfortable." 

"So it's like being at grandma's house?" 

"Funny. Cuz that's the name." He smiled as we reached the entrance. And as promised, the words Granny's House were written across the top. I laughed.

"It's cute." Then I realized, I'm not the first one to be up here. "How many times have you been here?"

"Not a lot." He sighed, entwining our fingers. "A lot of girls only like the asshole version of me. The bad boy image." He looked at me. "You're different." I studied his face for a long time. We leaned in letting our noses touch and then-

"Welcome to Granny's House. How many?" The hostess startled me.

"Erm.. Two." He laughed lightly.

"Would you like a booth or a table?" We both told her booth and she brought us into the charming one story house all the way to the back, where we were greeted by a huge window covering one wall. I gasped. In front of us was a view of the ocean, littered with rocks, and sailboats. "I knew you'd like it."The hostess laughed setting down our menus. "Doesn't look like much in the front, but come back here. Wow factor. Stacy will be your waitress this afternoon. I hope y'all enjoy."

I finally tore my eyes away from the beautiful sight, and sat down next to Brad.

"This is better than words, Brad. How'd you find this place?"

"Well, my family had just moved here and well, my dad isn't very good at directions. We got super lost, and I mean it was desert hot.

"So my mom decided we should get out and find somewhere to eat, because having three noisy kids cramped in a back seat kicking your chair wasn't our idea of fun either, we agreed.

"So we drove a couple miles up, and Louis has the worst hay-fever, and he's sneezing all over Amanda, and you know it's hot as hell, and I was a 2 year old bald headed baby, screaming at the top of my lungs, and everyone's complaining, so my dad finally stopped right in front if this place.

"We came here a lot when mom was still alive, but I guess it was too hard after that. I finally came back when I was 18. I sat right here, and ordered my mom's favorite dish and just ate in silence. It was scary to think that only three years earlier she was telling us she was pregnant, right in this room." He shook his head. "Terrifying."

"How long does it hurt?"

"Forever. You just get use to the pain." We stayed silent until the waitress came in search for drink orders. "What's your selection of red wine?" 

"Oh um... Can I see your ID?" He pulled out his wallet. "And m'am will you be drinking also?" 

"Oh. No. I'll have a sierra mist." She wrote down my order and smiled at Brad's ID. "We have Chardonnay, or we have some thing with blueberry, honestly I don't know."

"Chardonnay seems fine. And we're ready to order."

"Oh! Okay."

"We want the mushroom chicken." I furrowed my brows and he looked my way. "Trust me it's delicious."


Brad's POV 

So we ate. Well she ate half of my plate and all of hers.

"This is amazing." She kept saying, and I wasn't sure if she was talking about the view or the food. 

"C'mon. I have another place to show you."

I took her up to a creek, a tiny little fresh water creek on top of a steep hill. It took a while to find. And like I expected she complained the whole time.

"It's hot." 

"Then take off your clothes." She rolled her eyes.

"Where are we going anyway?"


"This somewhere better have a martini waiting for me."

'Well you're gonna be highly disappointed." 

"Are we there yet."



"Yeah, just look over here." I said as I stopped in front of the blue water. She gasped, I guess that's a habit of her's. 

"Holy shit. This is beautiful." I turned to face her. 

"Let's get in." She cocked her head to the side.

"Are you serious?" she scoffed as I pulled my shirt over my head. 

"Dead serious." 

"I didn't bring a swimsuit."

"Neither did I." I winked.

Shay's POV

"I'm not skinny dipping."

"You won't be. You'll have your underwear on." He smirked discarding his skinny jeans. I tried to look anywhere else but his crotch, but failed.

"I..." Oh what the hell? "Fine."

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