Bradley’s house is always an oasis of calm in a world gone wild. He manages to keep on top of everything I’m doing, too. When I get to his room, he’s already seen Teresa’s handiwork.
He grins at me. He has a buck-teeth thing going on, but it works.
“That was brave, Millie,” he says very factually.
I explain that it wasn’t me who uploaded it. This makes him laugh a lot. I notice that his voice is getting deeper. Men really do get the best deal when it comes to hormones. I should vlog about it, and get it sponsored by a hot water bottle manufacturer.
“You know what, Bradley?” I confess. “It’s good to have something that’s just about me. It’s mainly been about Dave. I feel like Dave’s spare part sometimes. I know it’s pathetic being jealous of my own cat, but…”
I notice Bradley is shaking with laughter and I realize how ridiculous I sound.
“Bradley! Take this a bit seriously!” I say. “I just want to be as legendary as my pet!”
I can hear that I have gone full spoon. I decide to shut up and get Bradley on his favorite subject.
“How’s the lifts, anyway?”
“Oh, you know, up and down.” And then he winks.
This is a good bad joke. Bradley is dry like the desert. It is, in my opinion, the greatest of all the humors. Most boys of his age are still laughing at their own body gas. Bradley has gone up many levels. We spend the rest of the afternoon talking about technology, comparing vlogs, and giggling at Huevos.
But NO. He’s JUST a friend. There will be no plot twist. But, when I’m with him, I do tend to laugh a lot more and eat a lot more, which I think is always a great sign of being with another human (or cat).