xGangstaBaby2k6x
By the time morning came, Bradin felt a whole lot better. Good enough, even, to get out of bed before noon (considering that it was a Sunday) and call Sasha.
"Hey, is Sasha there?" he asked, as some one who sounded about 40 answered the phone.
"Um yeah, I'll get her." She said, sounding like she put her palm over the phone. "SASHA!" she hollered.
"Right, Right, don't get your girdle bunched, im coming' " she yelled back. Bradin smiled. This was just the type of girl he needed, some one who is just FUN.
"Hello?" she said, picking up the phone at her end.
"Hey Sasha, its Bradin. "He explained.
"Who?" she said.
"Bradin. Westerly?" he said, slightly pissed off.
'Ooh, Bad-boy Bradin. This could be interesting' Sasha thought silently.
"Well, I was wondering if you wanted to y'know, meet up?" he said.
"You asking me out?" she replied.
"Um, would you say yes?" he said cheekily.
"Yeah," she replied.
"Then yes," Bradin answer. He arranged to meet with her at half-past 8 at the movies in town, on Thursday. Happy with the fact he was back in the wonderful world of getting of with random girls every weekend, he fixed himself some lunch and relaxed. Well, that's what he planned to do. Until Derrick zoomed in on his board, grabbing the remote from him.
"Ha-ha! My turn!" he smiled evilly, pulling of his hat and ruffling his own hair. Bradin lifted his ass, shuffled to the side, and sat on top of Derrick, who was squealing like a little piglet.
"Bradin, get off me. I can't breathe! Please!" he yelled, breathlessly. Bradin folded his arms and smiled.
"No I will not get of you, until you a) turn blue or b) give me the damn remote back!" he told him, unaware, his little brother was indeed beginning to turn purple.
"I. CANT. B, B, BREATHE," He squealed, beginning to see small yellow and purple stars. Luckily for him, Nikki came in, carrying books, files, and a jar of gherkins. I won't even ask.
"Bradin! Get off him!" she shouted, dumping the things she was carrying and throwing her full weight at Bradin, sending the whole pile of people toppling.
"AHHH!" Nikki squeaked, As the two boys came down on top of her, completely crushing her feminine physique.
"GETOFFOFME!" She yelled, gathering inhuman strength and pushing the two boys off her.
"Now, stop messing around." She said, walking out of the room. However, Bradin wasn't able to settle down, because this time his aunt came in, switching off the TV as she went.
"So how are we feeling today honey?" she said, grinning kind of creepily.
"Fine," he said with a smile.
"Good, because I want to get something absolutely clear. Next time you come home drunk, all you'll see for a month is the toilets and a toilet brush, are we clear?" she smiled.
"Crystal," he answered, switching the TV back on. Finally, he could relax.
4 days later, Bradin was stood outside the movies, hands in his pockets, rocking back and forth on his heels as he does. Then, Sasha came sauntering up to him.
"Hey Sexy," she said, tucking herself under his shoulder.
"Hey, what movie do you want to see?" he asked, forever the gentleman.
"Forever Love?" she said, naming the soppiest, girly, saddest chick-flick on the screens.
"O.K." Bradin answered. Man, she better be easy to make up for this. They walked into the theatre. Bought the tickets, and went into the right cinema. The film wasn't 10 minutes in when Sasha leaned in on Bradin, kissing him. Bradin returned the favour. By the time 30 minutes had past, Sasha had a knee on each side of him and was resting her butt on his legs. Bradin slid his hands into her low-rider jeans, under her belt, under her (what felt like) a lacy thong and squeezed her ass. She giggled, attracting dirty looks from the people a few seats away from them. DAMN she has a lot to hang onto, Bradin thought, comparing her with Callie. Skin, Bones and more bones, she barely had an ass. She pulled away from him, smiling.
"Wow!" she breathed.
"Yeah!" Bradin said, also smiling. She started tugging at his collar, like she wanted more.
"How about we blow this movie, and go over to the beach?" she said, already standing up and straightening her skirt. Bradin agreed, and they left the movie, just as the guy declared he been cheating on his wife with her sister because they were both secret agents. They walked over to the beach hand-in-hand. They walked out onto the pier, and suddenly Sasha got a little giddy, climbed up onto the rail, and flipped over, looking out to the ocean. Bradin thought momentarily of Sara, and then quickly disregarded the thought. Sara was old news. This was a completely different girl.
"Sasha, what are you, crazy?" he yelled, watching her legs slip millimetre by millimetre of the bar.
"Nope," she said, swinging her weight upwards so she was sat up straight, facing Bradin, who moved in between her legs, wrapping his arms around her was so she couldn't do it again. "But maybe I'm a little…." She smiled, pulling out a bottler of vodka from her purse. So THAT'S what was making that noise.
"What the hell are you doing with that?" he said, smiling and frowning at the same time.
"Making toast, what do you think?" she said sarcastically. She put the bottle to her lips and took a swig.
"Want some?" she asked. Bradin took the bottle.