"Sorry I'm late.." you murmur, opening the passenger side door of his convertible. "I kind of got side tracked.."
"All good," Brad smiles, pulling the car out of neutral into reverse as he maneuvers out of the busy parking lot.
Although you were only five minutes after final bell, the parking lot was still swamped with parents and students.
"You cool if I take a scenic route home?"
"Yeah, of course," you hum, leaning back into your seat. "As long as I'm home before six,"
"'course, wouldn't want you to miss out on dinner," Brad smiles, turning left at a green light, driving out towards the back roads.
"It's.. it's not just dinner.. Brad— you know my family..."
"I know Angel, you got strict parents. I won't test that."
You sigh as an answer, watching the trees rush by as you cruise along streets you've never seen.
"I... um... I know we don't talk much," Brad starts. "But I'm here for you.. to rant to, or cry to, you know? I want you to feel safe if you need to come to me about something."
You look over at him, drinking in what he said. His hair was moving along with the wind, sunglasses perched on his nose. His left hand on the steering wheel, right on the gear shift.
He looked absolutely beautiful.
"Thank you,"
"I— I want us to talk more.. like.. a lot more Y/N." He stutters, gripping the wheel a bit tighter than before.
You feel your cheeks flush, before looking out to your right, trying to ignore the rush of blood to your face.
"I'd like that.." you mumble, smiling lightly— unable to contain the pure happiness surging through your veins.
"Can I—?" Before he finishes his sentence he wraps his right hand around your left, placing it on the shifter, and changing gears with your hand.
A grin fills your face as you lightly hold onto the gear shift, loving the feel of the car changing gears beneath your fingertips.
Bradley doesn't let go of your hand, letting his fingers slip between yours as he drives a bit slower on the small road.
"I like this," you smile, unable to keep to yourself.
"I like this too," he mumbles. "I like this too."
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Bradley Simpson Imagines
FanfictionY/N starts to read, Y/N starts to love, Y/N falls more and more in love with bws.
