make it clear. (brolin, colinxbradley.)

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"Take me to Glasgow." Colin said, his voice serious and his facial features mirroring that emotion,

Bradley's serious bravado broke at Colin's comment, he wasn't sure why, or how Colin has this effect on him but nevertheless Bradley found him impossibly funny,

Bradley clicked off the camera and shut the screen against it,

"Glasgow? Really Col?" Bradley said, finding it hard to breathe through his laughter, that was slowly becoming silent wailing,

"Yes!" Colin cried, holding onto Bradley's arm and laughing into his shoulder, tears forming in the corners of his eyes, "Glasgow is great!"

The shrieks of laughter could be heard from all ends of the Pierrefonds courtyard, and a handful of fans were holding cameras over the wall seperating them from the main bulk of the yard hoping that they could have their own personal slice of the action,

"Then to Glasgow, we shall go, my darling." Bradley laughed, shaking his head at Colin's breathless giggles,

"Bradley!" Just as Colin thought his laughter had been suppressed, Bradley's remark had him smothering another fit of obnoxiously loud splutters and giggles with the sleeve of his slightly shabby hoodie,

"COLIN, BRADLEY! WE NEED YOU ON SET." A director shouted, ushering them over towards the castle.

~

When Bradley knocked on Colin's door the next morning, he didn't expect to see him holding a pair of train tickets and his own packed bags,

"Bradley, What are you.." Colin said, pushing a hand through his messy, black hair,

"We're going on holiday, Cols." Bradley announced, pushing Colin towards the door frame and barging into his room, and gently flopping down on Colin's outrageously under made bed,

"Holiday? What're you talking about you absolute fool." Colin replied, looking down at his frankly revolting tshirt, that may have possibly been stained by bean juice or tomato ketchup, "let me change then."

Bradley began to giggle again, rolling around on Colin's bed leaving it even more of a mess than it was already,

Colin lifted his shirt over his head and threw the black material at Bradley, causing him to stop wriggling and began staring at Colin's pale, unexpectedly toned body,

"Bradley? You okay, man?" Colin asked, pulling on his white, what looked like silk, belt and flinging it in the same direction as his tshirt, and quite soon his grey jogging bottoms,

"Yes, yeah, fine." Bradley said, reluctantly peeling his eyes away from Colin,

"Where are we going?" Colin asked, rifling through his draws and pulling out a far-too-large tshirt, and a pair of ripped up blue jeans,

"Glasgow. As I promised." Bradley said, laughing slightly,

"Oh, Bradley." Colin said, pulling the shirt over his head and smiling brightly,

~

The blue car twinkled gently as the morning sun shone down on the two boys,

"Your chariot, my lady." Bradley said, signalling towards the car with his arm outstretched,

"Oh, thank you, Prince Charming." Colin said, winking,

~

"YOU'RE THE VOICE, TRY AND UNDERSTAND IT." Bradley sang loudly as he drove along the final road they must go down before they reached the train station which will take them to Glasgow,

"Oh, I love this one." Colin said,

"So do I," Bradley replied, "I love John Farnham."

"I know, Bradley." Colin laughed, picking up his bag as he opened the car door, "we're gonna be late for the train."

And that, if all, was the beginning of the adventure that might prove to be too large for the two, barely, men.

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