A/N: Many of you have probably forgotten about me by now since I haven't updated in all of eternity. I'm extremely sorry, but I had a gigantic case of "writer's block" that's haunted me for months and months. I'm back now, fresh with a brand new idea that just popped in my head after reading a great book. I don't think I'll be continuing my other un-continued Summerland fanfics.
Summary: Yes, another typical Bradin story; girls falling for him, them getting intimate with each other, Bradin breaking their hearts, blah blah blah. But is it really as bad as it sounds? READ, find out, and tell me what you think.
It was an unusually foggy day on the California coast, nothing but gray skies, palm tress swaying with the wind, and waves clashing on the shore. Sounding pretty dull right? Not really.
Bradin was sprawled across Bridgette's bed, pants on the ground, shirt on the bedpost, skirt dangling on the corner of the bright-colored dresser, you get my point.
Bridgette let out a tiresome sigh as she sat up and positioned herself at the edge of her bed. She reached for her striped, button-up shirt, and put it on. As she was buttoning up from the bottom up, leaving just enough cleavage to reveal her lacy, polka-dotted, patterned bra, she turned to Bradin and looked into his sea-blue, hazel beautiful eyes.
"What do you wanna do now?" She asked him nonchalantly.
Bradin returned a dreary stare and replied with,
"I dunno, anything."
"Wanna head down to the beach?" She asked him, hoping he'd give her more than just that.
"Nah." He replied tediously.
"Pier?" She asked, half preoccupied with texting a quick message to her friend, possibly sharing all the juicy details of her and Bradin's "friendly" intercourse.
"Nope." Bradin replied, yet again with a monotonous one-worded reply.
"So are you looking forward to our one week anniversary this Friday?" She asked, hoping for something more than his repetitive replies.
"Bridgette, I gotta ask you something." Bradin's thought long and hard about this (okay maybe not that long and that hard), but he knew he had to do this sooner or later. Don't get him wrong, Bridgette was attractive, really attractive; but Bradin just didn't see what he was benefiting from all of this. He felt that the spark between them has slowly died down. He wanted more, more excitement, more sparks. He yearned for the shivering feeling he had when a girl's luscious lips barely touched his.
"Yeah, anything baby." She replied, a little relieved that she got more than one word from him this time.
"I really think we should take a break." Bradin said without being hesitant at all.
"You mean like, a vacation?" Bridgette's mouth curved into a smile.
Poor Bridgette, she didn't get the hint.
"No, babe, I mean I think we should, you know, not see each other anymore." Bradin replied. "Break up."
Bridgette's smile quickly slumped into a frown. She raised her eyebrows with disbelief. How could Bradin, head of the surfing club, turn down her, head of the cheerleading squad? They were clearly meant to be.
"You're breaking up with me?" Her voice started to rise. "You practically just pounced on me like five minutes ago! And now you want to break up?"
"Well…yeah." He replied, once again, nonchalantly.
"How could you do this to me! What about our anniversary?" She replied, glowering at him.
"Well, I'm sorry Bridgette, but I'm sure you'll find a guy that's better than me, someone that's meant to be with you. I'm just not that guy."
"Ughhhh!" Bridgette let out a blood-curdling scream that caused Bradin to get up from her bed and head out the door.
As he walked out her front door, he heard her dialing on her jewel-accessorized cell phone. Her window was wide open.
"He dumped ME!" She just about screamed to one of her close friends.
Bradin's immediate reaction was to let out a long laugh. He was so used to this; it was like a weekly routine. He continued walking down her street. Just to past the time, he decided to dial his best friend, Lucas' number. He pressed the 1 button on his cell phone and the phone immediately started ringing.
"Yo." Was the familiar greeting across the line.
Bradin pressed the button allowing him to cross at the crosswalk and replied with, "Dude, I just dumped Bridgette, and now she's all pissed off at me."
He heard an immediate laugh on the other line. "And this is surprising to you? Dude, Brae, all the other girls you've dumped have all been pissed off at you."
"I know! But for some reason this one feels like the weirdest one. Buh, whatever, I'm over it now." He responded not feeling at all regretful for the break-up. "I'm single now."
"Well finally! I've been waiting for you to get single so we could start 'girl-scouting' again." His boisterous friend replied. "I'll meet you under the pier tomorrow so we could start scoping out some hottays!"
Bradin chuckled. "Later man." He replied just before flipping down the cover of his phone and stuffing it in his pocket.
He was single again.
And it just felt so damn…awesome.
A/N: Reviews please!
