Hey kids, OK here it seems that my stories are gonna be pretty hit and miss
so if this one or any of my future stories (fingers crossed) turn out to
suck, don't be too harsh OK? I love Brad Majors so I felt that I had to
write a story about him. R/R and tell me if you want more chapters,
different stories, more crap, etc. I need suggestions here! Oh, and no
flames please flames suck.
Disclaimer: No! I don't own RHPS, Or any of the characters if I did I would be much to busy to write this..( Oh my Richard I just used a little smiley. I'm such a sellout.well anyway back to the fic.
Brad Majors walked down the street, the wind cutting right through his thin Denton High School jacket. The jacket he wore on that fateful night almost a year ago. Brad shivered and thought about the day that haunted his memory constantly. After the castle took off, he and Janet had walked home, not talking, and went to sleep. For days, even weeks after that it had all seemed like a dream, some horribly twisted dream made to torment him. But the realization slowly sunk in day after day, long hours of little or no conversation with his wife Janet. It wasn't that they didn't like each other, they just didn't know what to say to each other. Brad was horribly shy and was so ashamed of that night he couldn't believe Janet didn't divorce him. But he could only hope it was out of love that she stayed with him, because he really did love her, loved her with all his heart. When they were home together he would shyly watch her making dinner or vacuuming the carpet, and his heart would pound the same way it had when he first laid eyes one her. Of coarse he was too afraid to talk to her, and he didn't know what to say anyway. Should he just strike up a conversation and act like everything was perfectly normal, or should he try and sit down and talk with her, talk about anything she wanted to talk about. Brad walked faster, and winced as pain shot up his sore back muscles. He had woken up that morning laying half on the couch, his glasses still on, with no recollection of actually falling asleep. But when he woke up he notice that there was a thin blanket draped over him, and that little act of tenderness made him wonder if perhaps she really did love him.
OK, I'm really sorry that chapter was so short, but it's late and my eyes are starting to hurt. So please R/R and tell me if you want another chapter, I'll probably add one anyway cause I'm kinda having fun with this and I have a couple ideas for the 2nd chapter, who knows I might even write it later tonight. Well, I guess that's all love ya! And that's for the nice reviews on my stupid song! Bi for now!
Disclaimer: No! I don't own RHPS, Or any of the characters if I did I would be much to busy to write this..( Oh my Richard I just used a little smiley. I'm such a sellout.well anyway back to the fic.
Brad Majors walked down the street, the wind cutting right through his thin Denton High School jacket. The jacket he wore on that fateful night almost a year ago. Brad shivered and thought about the day that haunted his memory constantly. After the castle took off, he and Janet had walked home, not talking, and went to sleep. For days, even weeks after that it had all seemed like a dream, some horribly twisted dream made to torment him. But the realization slowly sunk in day after day, long hours of little or no conversation with his wife Janet. It wasn't that they didn't like each other, they just didn't know what to say to each other. Brad was horribly shy and was so ashamed of that night he couldn't believe Janet didn't divorce him. But he could only hope it was out of love that she stayed with him, because he really did love her, loved her with all his heart. When they were home together he would shyly watch her making dinner or vacuuming the carpet, and his heart would pound the same way it had when he first laid eyes one her. Of coarse he was too afraid to talk to her, and he didn't know what to say anyway. Should he just strike up a conversation and act like everything was perfectly normal, or should he try and sit down and talk with her, talk about anything she wanted to talk about. Brad walked faster, and winced as pain shot up his sore back muscles. He had woken up that morning laying half on the couch, his glasses still on, with no recollection of actually falling asleep. But when he woke up he notice that there was a thin blanket draped over him, and that little act of tenderness made him wonder if perhaps she really did love him.
OK, I'm really sorry that chapter was so short, but it's late and my eyes are starting to hurt. So please R/R and tell me if you want another chapter, I'll probably add one anyway cause I'm kinda having fun with this and I have a couple ideas for the 2nd chapter, who knows I might even write it later tonight. Well, I guess that's all love ya! And that's for the nice reviews on my stupid song! Bi for now!