Bradley to Britney

by Lor Hamilton

 

Chapter 4

 

"I can't believe that jerk," said Marci as they started down the street.

"Yeah," Brad put in. "You should file for some kind of sexual harassment."

"Yeah," Marci looked at Chad. "But what about the one that came to break it up, now that's a good guy."

"Robert," said Brad unexpectedly.

"Robert," Marci emphasized.

"Shut up," said Brad.

"Why don't you guys just stop talking about it."

"Oh, sorry," said Brad.

"You didn't kiss Robert did you?"

"What," yelled Brad? "No….but he couldn't take a hint he kept putting his arm around me. It was really creepy, especially walking down an empty hall."

"Guys just stop….."

Chad was interrupted by Brad's cell phone.

"Hello," Brad answered.

"Hi," it was Amy. "You know what time it is."

Brad went through the motions of showing Amy that they were still in there outfits, before hanging up.

"You know," said Chad. "It is bad enough I woke up wondering why I had breast. "But it is really bad knowing that I am convincing enough to get hit on by a guy."

"Yeah," said Marci. "Maybe you two could get dates."

"Don't say that," said Chad.

"Well at least you get hit on, I barely get a glance."

"Making we can dress like you," said Brad.

Marci smiled. "Let's just make the best of it."

"Sounds like you are enjoying this," said Chad.

"What," yelled Marci. "Not the way you guys look, you must be crazy."

"It can't mess up your social stat, that's for sure."

"What does that suppose to mean."

"Hey, hey, guys." "Calm."

"Calm," both Chad and Marci repeated.

"Stop."

"Stop."

"Cause were at out first place," Chad pulled into a driveway. A pregnant lady was walking to here car with a toddler when they stepped out."

"Oh thank God, you are here," she said giving the toddler's hand to Brad.

"I was waiting for you where have you been."

"I never set a time," said Brad.

"What," said the lady? "I said be here at 2 o'clock it is 2:30. The lady handed him a bag and said the emergency phone numbers were in there.

"Look Ma'm," said Brad. "We just wanted to bring by your computer."

"Oh my gosh," the lady put her hand on her head. "I thought a guy was in charge of that."

"He asked us to do it for him," lied Brad.

"Okay, could you take care of her for me just this once; you can set up the computer in the living room. I have the monitor and everything already ready." She took a key off her ring and threw in to Brad. "You can take him somewhere like to the park or the mall, I probably won't be home till late, the real babysitter should be here pretty soon could you relay that to them, thanks." With that she started up the car and pulled out of the driveway.

"What the hell," said Brad? "Leave your kid with a couple of strangers."

Chad stepped out of the car. "What happened?"

"It looks like we have to baby sit," said Brad. "Until the real babysitter gets here."

Now Marci stepped out of the car. "What are we doing?"

Brad shrugged his shoulders. "I have to baby-sit," he said.

"How did this happen," she asked.

Brad shrugged his shoulders again.

"Don't worry; I baby-sit my little sisters and brother all the time. It is really not a big deal."

"Chad," said Brad could you get the CPU out of the trunk, it's the largest one."

Chad nodded.

"I'll help," said Marci.

Brad walked up to the front door put the key in and opened it. Inside wasn't anything they hadn't seen before. The door opened up to a small room, with three doors, one going into a hallway another going to the living room, and the last going to the kitchen.

"Cookie," he heard the toddler scream felt her trying to move toward the kitchen.

Brad walked into the kitchen and let the toddlers hand go. "It was a small but spacious kitchen, in the middle of the floor was and island that housed both the stove and the dishwasher. The walls lined with both ceiling cabinets, and floor cabinets. The sink sat below a window that housed a small sunflower, and to finish it up, there was a black counter cornered refrigerator to match there black counter tops

Suddenly there was a crash.

Brad frightened at what it might be walked around the island to see the toddler holding a cookie a punch of pots and old pots and pans that looked like they hadn't been used in ages were lying on the floor next to the cookie jar. The toddler also had a wooden spoon, and the next the Brad new she was beating on them like there were no tomorrow.

"Brad," Marci came in. "What the hell is that?"

"It's the kid," said Brad. "I think she may be hungry."

"Cook some food," yelled Marci over the noise.

"Help me," Brad yelled back.

Marci rolled her eyes then nodded her head. "Okay."

They walked to the refrigerator and opened it up. Inside was an abundance of fruit, some milk and orange juice. There were also a few condiments around but as far as meat was concerned there was none.

He opened the freezer, to find out it was empty except for some back up ice trays for just in case the ice maker ran out of ice or broke.

Without knowing much to do, Brad and Marci brought out ever fruit that they liked and put it on the table.

"I guess we'll make a fruit salad," said Marci.

They cut up one of each fruit into small pieces and placed them all in a bowl.

"Don't eat all the grapes," yelled Marci as Brad continued to eat while they cooked.

"Sorry," he smiled.

The two were having so much fun as they made the food they didn't notice the toddler had left the room and gone into the living room where Chad frantically tried to untangle the cords from all the hardware.

"Computer," yelled the toddler.

"Aw man," said Chad. "The television was on Music Videos and Coldplay's song The Scientist was playing so he didn't think it would hurt.

Chad worked in peace trying to find ways to keep his short skirt down, at least until the toddler started yelling and screaming.

"What are you doing to her," said Marci and she and Brad walked in with four bowls of fruit.

Brad changed the channel to Noggin where the kiddy show Oswald was playing. Immediately the child stopped yelling.

After about an hour of watching TV and for Brad and Marci cleaning up the mess they made in the kitchen someone knocked on the door.

"Must be the babysitter," said Brad opening the door.

Surprised, Brad nearly fainted as he saw his sister standing outside.

"Brad," she said. "What are you doing?" She turned around and waived to whomever's Mom had brought her here before stepping in.

"Doing your job," said Brad. "When I came to deliver my computer the lady thought I was the babysitter, you suppose to have been here a 2 o'clock."

Marci and Chad walked in to the room and they were as surprised as Brad.

"I thought she said 4 o'clock," said Amy.

"Whatever," said Brad. "I have more computers to deliver, call me when you need to be picked up.

"What you're not leaving me without the car," said Amy. "Remember you did destroy my desk, computer, and earrings."

"What do you want me to do," said Brad. "I've got a job to do, I can't mess it up."

"Just take me and the tyke to the mall," said Amy.

"Get in the car," said Brad.

"In less then five minutes," Brad was driving down the street.

They entered the mall parking lot and dropped both Amy and the toddler off and going to make there rounds.

The clock on the radio read 7:16. This was there last stop. Brad walked up to the door and knocked on it, waiting for somebody to come to it. The door swung open revealing a young teen girl around 14 with red hair opened the door.

"May I help you," she asked.

"Somebody ordered a computer from Brad Co.," Brad said. "A Marianna Wilson."

"Oh yeah," she said. "Can you come in? My name is Marianna, but my friends just call me Anna.

Brad signaled for Chad to bring the computer in and then stepped into the house.

"I like your outfit," she said leading Brad into what had to be her room.

Brad smiled. "Thanks."

"You know on the phone I talked to this guy name Brad. Why isn't he here?"

"He had to do something today, so he asked if I could do it."

"That is nice of you," she said. "I am sorry for the mess; I haven't been able to clean up.

Chad walked in rolling the case behind him.

"Britney this thing is heavy, can you take it."

Brad took the case and laid it on a spot on the floor.

After setting the computer up, getting paid, which took over twenty minutes Brad explained the details.

"Thank you," said Marianna. She stood up and gave Brad a hug, which caught him by surprise. Brad smiled and gently hugged her back. "You know your way out, don't you?"

Brad walked out the door and immediately ran into a tall young man, knocking him directly on the ground.

"I am so sorry," he said practically picking Brad up and standing him on his feet. "I should have been looking where I was going.

"It was my fault," said Brad. "I should have been looking where I was going."

"Are you hurt," asked the guy. "I really don't want to hurt a pretty girl like you."

"I'm okay," Brad said.

"Hey, are you with Marci, I saw her she gave me hug and stuff."

"Yeah, I was just delivering a computer, I am guessing to your sister."

"Cousin," he corrected. "Hey I'm in a band, and were having a gig tomorrow night, Marci's coming you can come if you want."

"I'll see what I can do," said Brad.

"Kool, and don't worry it's alcohol and drug free, cause it's in the McCain mall."

Brad nodded.

"Okay, sorry again."

Brad walked out the house and into the car.

"Finally," said Marci. "Where have you been?"

"Talking to your friend, I couldn't get away."

"Mark," said Marci.

"He told me, he wants me to come to his gig tomorrow."

"In the digital bean," said Marci.

"That new internet café in the mall," said Chad. "I wanted to go there, check out there speed, but never got a chance, heard they had a Wi-Fi connection."

"They also let bands play there for low dough shows," said Marci. "So are you going?"

"No," yelled Brad.

"I'm going," said Marci. "Could you both just come?"

"Yeah, but then I will have to go as girl," said Brad.

"Does your sister seem like she's letting up."

Brad shook his head.

"Then come," said Marci. "For me."

  

  

  

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