Brad and Elliott
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
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Adult +
Chapters:
6
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2,362
Reviews:
17
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Chapter 5
ELLIOTT POV
"Hey! You're not driving, I am. Capeesh?" I look to my side. If anything, Brad sinks further into his seat, sulking.
"If you drove like a sane person and I wasn't riding in this shitmobile, then I wouldn't have to say anything. Where are we going anyways?" Yeah, put Bradley Keith in a car for a few hours and he regresses to the age of a fourth grader.
"I already told you that it's a surprise." That has to be at least the twentieth time I'vr said that, and I already know what the response will be. I can say it word for word along with him. And I do.
"And I already told you that I don't like surprises." Brad spares a moment to glare at me.
"Get over it, Brad. This is going to be fun. I go every Thursday night."
"It's actually Friday morning, you know." I give a mock gasp.
"Really? I had no idea." We are on the outskirts of the city, riding along the highway. I switch lanes and get off at Exit EB. I drive through the smaller town, reaching the outer edge and pull into an oversized parking lot.
"This place is closed, Eli. We're too late."
"No, we're not. We're right on time." I turn off the car, pull out the keys and open my door, stepping out. Brad gets out too.
"We're not breaking into this place, Eli. I'm not going to jail."
"Pfft. Like I am? I'm too pretty for jail. Come on, Brad." I walk to the gate, third from the right.
"How are we getting in?"
"Let's just say I have friends in high places."
"Who? A maintenance man?"
"I'll have you know the maintenance profession is highly respected where I come from."
"Is that so?" I grab the barred gate and lift up, back, and to the right, and sure enough the gate opens like it does every night. "Are you sure we're not breaking in?"
"I told you I have a friend." I brace myself and jump over the rotating-bars-counter-thing that's in the entrance way behind the gate. I'm in. "Come on, Brad." He clumsily brings himself over the counter. He'll get better at it eventually. We start our walk across the grounds.
"Man, this place is kind of creepy. I've never seen one this empty." I look around, trying to see it with new eyes.
"Yeah, I guess it kind of is. I just stopped noticing after awhile. I've been coming here every Thursday night for the past year. It's the best." We fall into a comfortable silence, the only thing that can be heard is the soft sound of our shoes hitting the pavement. Within in a few minutes we are at our final destination. It doesn't look like anyone is around.
"Marc!" The 20-year-old stumbles out of the control booth a little bleary-eyed.
"Eli! What's up man?" I love the guy and all, but he iss really going to fuck me over when he loses this job because he smokes too much.
"Nothin' much. I brought a friend along."
"Ooo, a friend! Wouldn't be a boyfriend, now would he?"
"Just start it up, Marc."
"Fine, fine. You know the drill. Get in your seats ladies and gentlemen. Keep your arms and legs in at all times. And don't puke, 'cause I'm not cleaning that shit up." I scramble into a seat and look to my right, but Brad isn't moving.
"Come on, Brad. Get in."
"I'm not riding a rollercoaster, Eli."
"Chicken?" He just rolls his eyes.
"That's not going to make me get in that coaster."
"Please." I turn wide, pleading eyes toward him. "We'll only go twice. I promise. That's eight less than I usually go. Please?" Of course he sits down.
"Fine, but only two rides."
"Promise."
We end up riding five times.
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It is 12:00 noon on Friday of next week and I still haven't received a call from Brad. We are supposed to have dinner with his mother later that evening, unless Brad has talked her out of it, which I'm sure he hasn't done, 'cause the lady loved me. The parents always like me.
I'm still lying in bed when the phone rings, because seriously, what kind of artist gets out of bed before 1:00pm? I pick up the cordless from my nightstand.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Eli. It's me."
"Hi, Brad. What's up?"
"Um…do you remember last week, you were over at my place, my mom came?"
"Yeah, I remember, Brad. It was just a week ago."
"Right…um…she kind of asked for me to bring you to dinner at her place tonight." It's kind of nice hearing him sound so nervous.
"Yeah, I remember, Brad."
"Right. So do you still want to go?"
"Sure, what time?"
"How about I pick you up at 6pm? Dinner should be ready at 7pm."
"Yeah, that sounds good."
"Good." The conversation is over, but he kind of stays on the line, as if he wants to talk more.
"Hey, Brad?"
"Yeah?"
"Did you have fun on our date last week?"
"I don't know, the ending was kind of awkward."
"Yeah, but the rest of it?"
"Ah, you mean the driving out in the middle of the night to ride roller coasters at a deserted amusement park, right?"
"Right."
"Well, Marc was a decent guy. And the roller coaster riding was definitely interesting, exhilarating, entertaining. Maybe even educational. It was a unique experience."
"Yeah, but did you have fun?" There's a pause that feels at least a few minutes long.
"Yeah, I had fun, Eli. I'll see you at six, okay?"
"Okay."
"Hey! You're not driving, I am. Capeesh?" I look to my side. If anything, Brad sinks further into his seat, sulking.
"If you drove like a sane person and I wasn't riding in this shitmobile, then I wouldn't have to say anything. Where are we going anyways?" Yeah, put Bradley Keith in a car for a few hours and he regresses to the age of a fourth grader.
"I already told you that it's a surprise." That has to be at least the twentieth time I'vr said that, and I already know what the response will be. I can say it word for word along with him. And I do.
"And I already told you that I don't like surprises." Brad spares a moment to glare at me.
"Get over it, Brad. This is going to be fun. I go every Thursday night."
"It's actually Friday morning, you know." I give a mock gasp.
"Really? I had no idea." We are on the outskirts of the city, riding along the highway. I switch lanes and get off at Exit EB. I drive through the smaller town, reaching the outer edge and pull into an oversized parking lot.
"This place is closed, Eli. We're too late."
"No, we're not. We're right on time." I turn off the car, pull out the keys and open my door, stepping out. Brad gets out too.
"We're not breaking into this place, Eli. I'm not going to jail."
"Pfft. Like I am? I'm too pretty for jail. Come on, Brad." I walk to the gate, third from the right.
"How are we getting in?"
"Let's just say I have friends in high places."
"Who? A maintenance man?"
"I'll have you know the maintenance profession is highly respected where I come from."
"Is that so?" I grab the barred gate and lift up, back, and to the right, and sure enough the gate opens like it does every night. "Are you sure we're not breaking in?"
"I told you I have a friend." I brace myself and jump over the rotating-bars-counter-thing that's in the entrance way behind the gate. I'm in. "Come on, Brad." He clumsily brings himself over the counter. He'll get better at it eventually. We start our walk across the grounds.
"Man, this place is kind of creepy. I've never seen one this empty." I look around, trying to see it with new eyes.
"Yeah, I guess it kind of is. I just stopped noticing after awhile. I've been coming here every Thursday night for the past year. It's the best." We fall into a comfortable silence, the only thing that can be heard is the soft sound of our shoes hitting the pavement. Within in a few minutes we are at our final destination. It doesn't look like anyone is around.
"Marc!" The 20-year-old stumbles out of the control booth a little bleary-eyed.
"Eli! What's up man?" I love the guy and all, but he iss really going to fuck me over when he loses this job because he smokes too much.
"Nothin' much. I brought a friend along."
"Ooo, a friend! Wouldn't be a boyfriend, now would he?"
"Just start it up, Marc."
"Fine, fine. You know the drill. Get in your seats ladies and gentlemen. Keep your arms and legs in at all times. And don't puke, 'cause I'm not cleaning that shit up." I scramble into a seat and look to my right, but Brad isn't moving.
"Come on, Brad. Get in."
"I'm not riding a rollercoaster, Eli."
"Chicken?" He just rolls his eyes.
"That's not going to make me get in that coaster."
"Please." I turn wide, pleading eyes toward him. "We'll only go twice. I promise. That's eight less than I usually go. Please?" Of course he sits down.
"Fine, but only two rides."
"Promise."
We end up riding five times.
It is 12:00 noon on Friday of next week and I still haven't received a call from Brad. We are supposed to have dinner with his mother later that evening, unless Brad has talked her out of it, which I'm sure he hasn't done, 'cause the lady loved me. The parents always like me.
I'm still lying in bed when the phone rings, because seriously, what kind of artist gets out of bed before 1:00pm? I pick up the cordless from my nightstand.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Eli. It's me."
"Hi, Brad. What's up?"
"Um…do you remember last week, you were over at my place, my mom came?"
"Yeah, I remember, Brad. It was just a week ago."
"Right…um…she kind of asked for me to bring you to dinner at her place tonight." It's kind of nice hearing him sound so nervous.
"Yeah, I remember, Brad."
"Right. So do you still want to go?"
"Sure, what time?"
"How about I pick you up at 6pm? Dinner should be ready at 7pm."
"Yeah, that sounds good."
"Good." The conversation is over, but he kind of stays on the line, as if he wants to talk more.
"Hey, Brad?"
"Yeah?"
"Did you have fun on our date last week?"
"I don't know, the ending was kind of awkward."
"Yeah, but the rest of it?"
"Ah, you mean the driving out in the middle of the night to ride roller coasters at a deserted amusement park, right?"
"Right."
"Well, Marc was a decent guy. And the roller coaster riding was definitely interesting, exhilarating, entertaining. Maybe even educational. It was a unique experience."
"Yeah, but did you have fun?" There's a pause that feels at least a few minutes long.
"Yeah, I had fun, Eli. I'll see you at six, okay?"
"Okay."