Bradley Fredericks

Today's Ghosts are Yesterday's Angels// Bradley & Virginia

She finally turned around and the tears that he had inferred were falling, stained her cheeks, making the flush in them even more apparent. It wasn't necessarily the tears that he noticed, but the look , the cold and frozen look was back in her eyes and he hated it. It was the same look she had when she'd told him they couldn't be together, it was the same look she gave him when he'd talk about her therapy with her in rehab, it was the same fucking glossy-eyed look he'd gotten when he tried to get her to respond to anything when she was laying in that fucking tub.

She sat down folding herself up into a ball, curled on the grass. It would have been completely normal if they hadn't been screaming at each other two minutes prior.

"I loved you"

Bradley could count on his hands how many times he'd been speechless before, but this would have to be added to the list. Scrapping together his head all while holding onto to his poker face he spit out a "yea." shrugging his shoulders before turning away to breathe.

"I loved you too, V. Somewhere I always will, but that doesn't get rid of the fact you ignored me. You aren't bad, you aren't crazy, you're just you. And for some damn reason you're still convinced that's a bad thing. Sometimes we run from feelings, but I got tired of chasing you. I saved you, and it should have been it, but we both know it wasn't and isn't...You have a love for fucked up things because you think it makes you easier not to love, but you took me, the most fucked up thing you could find, and loved me and I loved you back. And then you turned it against me, V. I can't deal with that sort of shit anymore."

Today's Ghosts are Yesterday's Angels// Bradley & Virgina

Bradley watched with mechanical disinterest as she peeled her sweater off to show the gnarly marks trailing down her arms, but they hardly compared to what he remembered. The red everywhere, pooled in the sink and the floor; the pale in her cheeks, the unresponsive lull. Sirens. People. So many people pushing and shoving and then-Stop.

He couldn't do that to himself, he couldn't relive all that and hope for the mental scarring to go away. It finally registered in his head that she was crying but before he could visually confirm, he was blindsided by bunched fabric hitting the side of his face, sliding down into his outstretched palm. "God complex? Holy hell, that's fucking rich. Newsflash Sugar, I saved you because no one else was going to. I saved you because that was you bailing out. I saved you because you wanted to be saved. If you didn't you wouldn't have called me before, you wouldn't have left the evidence, you wouldn't have left the damn door unlocked. Don't tell me about hurt. Everyone hurts V, its called life. I don't need a preacher, I needed a reason and you stopped giving them to me." He said tossing the sweater back by her feet before shoving his hands in his pockets.

"I stopped calling because you didn't want to be found, I didn't text because you didn't ask. You never told me a damn thing. I stopped trying, V. You can only go so long with nothing..." The silence dragged for a couple moments as he let his words sink in.

"Put the thing back on. It's the middle of fucking September, not June."

Today's Ghosts are Yesterday's Angels// Bradley & Virgina

Today's Ghosts are Yesterday's Angels// Bradley & Virgina

Virginia looked up towards Bradley — she may have been small, but the girl’s gaze could slice through stone. It took everything within Virginia to keep from punching him, or kissing him. In all honesty, she wanted to do both; however, what she wanted to do the most, was to run away like she had been doing for almost a year. Jesus fucking Christ, looking at his face hurt — no, it broke her heart. It broke Virginia’s heart like it had been since she walked away, that horrible May.

She couldn’t show him how much it hurt.

"What the fuck do you want me to say, Coop?” Virginia’s voice broke, halfway through the boy’s name. When was the last time she had said it? Virginia couldn’t remember. “Do you want me to tell you how sorry I am? Huh, Coop? Or do you want to hear that I can’t handle being around you anymore?”

The blonde looked away, arms crossed over her chest. A deep sigh passed her lips, to which she clenched her jaw shut. Did it hurt him as much as it hurt her?

"I can’t do this, Bradley." Virginia bit her lower lip; crying wasn’t an option right now. It just wasn’t.

"handle being around you anymore"

That one stung, like a cut or a fresh bruise. The coldness in her eyes was chilling, but Bradley had learned a long time ago that it was more progressive to stand than break with her. She needed that sort of opposition just to differentiate between the overly fragile way everyone else treated her just because of some shit diagnosis on a damn paper scrap. Bradley knew her and worst he hadn't forgotten anything about her.

"Can't do what V? Can't talk? Because unless I'm hallucinating you talked about four seconds ago, so there goes that excuse. Can't apologize? Fine by me, I don't need any of that bullshit anyways. I don't want to hear anything except why you up and ran, and why I got to figure out you got discharged from the bitch at the front desk and not from you..." He said angrily trying to control his temper by curling his nails into his palms. "You know when we decided on this whole 'friend' thing when we split, it still meant communicating." He was fuming by now, his left hand shaking slightly under the pressure building in his head. "I hope wherever the hell you went was fucking grand, V. Meanwhile I was trying to get a hold of anyone on the damn planet that might have known where you were because I thought your sick-ass family had moved you to an asylum or some shit. Or that you pulled another damn stunt and were hooked on life support. I knew shit, V. That's not what I signed on for."

Today's Ghosts are Yesterday's Angels// Bradley & Virgina

Virginia shoved her hands deep into the pockets of her sweater as she walked out of the building for the University’s art department. Her jeans, which were as skin-tight as humanly possible, were covered in splatters of paint. She’d developed a bad habit, years ago, of wiping paint onto the fabric of her jeans — versus using a cloth, which was the norm. Most days, Violet looked like the walking embodiment of a Jackson Pollock.

"Thud, thud, thud." The girl’s Doc Martens landed heavily on the marble steps, her blonde curls bouncing against her shoulders. Virginia was debating whether or not to skip therapy. Last week’s session had been complete turmoil — her parents were required to join, and seeing as neither Bitsy or George had actually spoken to Virginia since she was in rehab, things were a bit tense. At this point, she wasn’t technically required to attend. Dr. Williams had deemed his most difficult patient mentally stable six months prior; whether she actually was, or not.

It was then that Virginia was mowed over, falling on her back into the warm grass. Her attacker still had hold of her arm. It was by instinct — or perhaps, fate — that Virginia looked to the body beside her.

"V?"

Virginia rolled over, pulling herself up in the process. Without a single word, she started walking. The quickly dying grasses crunched under the heavy soles of her boots; Virginia tapped her fingers against the side of her thigh. Hearing Coop’s voice only made it worse.

Fucking Christ, man.

There wasn't really any mistaking the horror in the girl's eyes when she finally realized who he was, even through his slightly jumbled and buzzing thoughts that clear emotion definitely made its way through his thick skull. Yea, I'd be fucking terrified too if I ran into someone I'd been avoiding for nearly a year now...Chimed his bitter conscious, bringing him back to the now where Virginia was trying very hard to make a hasty and hurried get away. She was practically running, heavy boots dragging along with her as she fled, but he had a board and his legs were about twice the size of the average human being. It was almost too easy to jump up and tail her.

"V! Conners! Virginia, goddamnit the least you could do is look at me for fuck's sake!" He snapped managing to skid to a stop in front of her blocking her escape. "I'm not going anywhere until I get some damn answers, Conners. Remember how you always called me bull-headed? Yea, well it hasn't changed in the eight months I haven't existed in your world. So start chirping, birdy."

#c:virginia #here you go! :)#AH so excited rn

Today's Ghosts are Yesterday's Angels// Bradley & Virgina

Bradley had lost track of time skating around the University, music pounding in his ears, a beanie pulled down over the insanity of his beadhead, and his sunglasses pushed up on his face to hide the remnants of the previous night's frivolity.

He didn't know why he had felt the sudden urge to skate tonight but his head was getting loud and the familiar ache for a blunt had worked its way up to the back of his mind, making his hands shake from the deprivation they'd been suffering, but he had made a promise to Sky....he'd damn himself if he couldn't follow through for her... So instead he was skating. Pushing hard on the shitty board he hopped from staircase to staircase, flipping over anything he could find.

Doing a quick kick he flipped the little penny board up and landed spot on to the ground, as per usual, but before he could push off he sprawled right into another body. Catching himself before he could cause any serious damage, he stuck an arm out impulsively and grabbed onto an arm to save his almost roadkill.

"V?"

Holy fuck.

ittybitty-serenity

"Apparetly I was disruptive in class because I was defending myself against a perv. Stupid, if you ask me."

#c:serenity #its nice to be back!

"A perv, huh? What'd he do grab ass? You shouldn't have protested, just hauled off and knocked him one. At least there'd be a fun story to tell about getting booked in this hell hole."

headxbitchxchloe

"Why exactly are you looking at me like that?”