cutestmartin:

Bek couldn’t be mad at him for relatives coming in unexpectedly. She knew how strict his mom was being about him being a good influence on his step brother and blowing them all off to come hang out with her wouldn’t win her any points not that she felt she really had to earn them anymore. She’d been in his life for the majority of it and it felt foolish to think anyone had a right to tell her she couldn’t be anymore. They were best friends and that wasn’t going to change for anyone or anything. Anyone who thought otherwise needed to recognize. “They would drop in the one night we have plans,” she said rolling her eyes a bit. “God, I wish you could have told me. We could have just rescheduled or something. I know how people can be not wanting to let you get away. I’m just glad most of my grandparents live in town and know to let me go when I have plans. Maybe if you’d said you’d introduced him to your cult, they might have been quicker to get you out of the house. I sort of miss you staying at your dad’s. He never got in the way of best friend night.”

She followed him out to the car, pleased that he had manners and got the door for her. She knew he would though. She might not be a girl in his mind but he still treated her like one. They were as much family as anything else and she supposed, their dysfunctional friendship would live on despite his tardiness. She pulled down the safety belt, taking hold of his phone. She thought how cautious he always was, was humorous. “I guess we can look for something with food that’s open late since that’s probably the only thing we’re going to find open other than a bar,” she told him as he pulled back and started to move the car. She turned his phone in her hand a few times before unlocking it and smiling at it. She’d thought of her revenge for his tardiness. “Any texts you wouldn’t want your dearest, oldest friend to see?” she asked not really invading his privacy by going to his texts but pretending like she was knowing he’d not take his hands off the wheel and it would kill him. 

“It’s like they have a detector when they know the have to come and suck the fun out of everything.” He matched her eye roll, knowing it was an appropriate action to make. “I didn’t want to reschedule though. This is the only thing that made the week worthwhile, knowing I can unstress with you for a few hours. I’ve been looking forward to the insults and the potential bruises. And you’re lucky your grandparents are they way they are. Chuck’s mom looks to be ten years older than he is, which makes me suspect divorce and re-marriage runs in the family. Also, saying I’m in a cult probably would have made me look more insane than I already did.” He joked, shaking his head. He downcast his eyes for a moment, remembering her dad comment as he mumbled under his breath, “Me too, Bek. Me too.”

As Brady ran through the various ideas in his mind and checked his gas level, nothing really stood out to him as far as options. “I’ve got no ideas, so we’ll just have to see what we can find as we drive.” He suggested, pulling away from the curb and starting down the road. He groaned as she spoke devilishly about his text inbox but continued to look ahead. His hands tightened around the steering wheel, willing him not to take any of his hands off to snatch the phone away. There were a few texts from Aubrey, and knowing Bek, she’d see the blondes name and instantly begin one of her teases. “Rebekah Grace Martin, You are the ginger devil.” He declared in a jokingly snarky tone, easing his grip up a little bit but continuing to  focus his attention on the road ahead.

cutestmartin:

Bek wasn’t remotely close to aware to what was keeping him but she’d keep her schedule open just for him, completely abandoning any St. Patrick’s plans she might could have had with Will or her family. She was pretty annoyed when he didn’t arrive on time and certain he’d forgotten all about the fact they had plans. He’d been forgetting about her or running late or in a considerable amount lately. It was one thing if she was the one who requested they hang out but when he did and he was late, it was pretty rude. She was fully prepared to give him a ear full when he arrived but the two hour wait calmed her down a little. She was pretty close to texting Will and seeing if it was too late to just come hang out with him. Brady just barely made it before she did. She put down her phone and went to the door, crossing her arms as soon as it was opened her green eyes trailing up and down him looking for visible cuts, bruises and scratches.

“You do not look injured,” she remarked being a little stern with him though she knew it would be fleeting and they’d go back to best friend in any minute. At the moment, she just wanted to let him know she was less than pleased with his tardiness. It was one of her pet peeves and after all these years, he had to know it. If he didn’t, he was pretty clueless. “I assumed you were lying dead on the side of the road or at the hospital because my best friend Brady is never two hours late without at least sending a text to let me know what is going on. I’m honestly glad to see you’re not but still - I hope whatever you were doing was worth getting me steamed.”  She couldn’t wait to hear whatever excuse he had. She hoped it was good. 

She uncrossed her arms finally after a long moment revealing her bright green sweater. She grabbed her coat off the hook and started to tug it over her. It was already pretty late and she wasn’t completely sure what exactly they were going to do out at this hour but if they were going to his car maybe he had a good backup plan…. being this late and starting the night off on the wrong foot couldn’t have been the original one.

Brady half-expected Bek to scream at him or hit him, and that’s why he grinned like an innocent little kid when she opened the door. “I am solidly in one piece.” He nodded confirming her statement, though a comment wasn’t needed. He sighed at her miniature lecture as before motioning her to start walking towards the car. “I wish I was lying dead on the side of the road or in the hospital. I was stuck with Chuck, JoeJoe, and my step-grandparents because they don’t know how to shut up or hurry up.” He explained, hoping it was good enough to excuse him from any glares to hits. “Surprisingly enough, Chuck talked me up over dinner. Talking about all of my soccer stuff, my grades, how I’ve handled everything so well. He even said I’m supposedly a good influence on JoeJoe, which we both know is crap because I’ve corrupted him.”

As they reached the car, Brady opened the passenger door for Bek, closing it after her. Once he was in his own seat with the seat belt securely buckled, he tossed his phone into Bek’s lap. He was the most paranoid driver out of his entire family. He wouldn’t start the car unless everyone’s seat belts were on, his cellphone wasn’t anywhere where it could distract him, and the music was turned down. His dad would always laugh at him, because Brady would make sure his dad did the same things before he drove Brady to soccer games or practices. Leaning back against his seat as he started the car, he looked over to Bek. “So, we were supposed to go glow-in-the-dark mini-golfing, but that plan fell through. If you want to, we can just drive around and see what we can find? Whatever is okay with you is fine with me.”

See You In The Dark | Bek 

Haphazardly throwing throwing his phone into his pocket, Brady frantically hurried around his room. He was over two hours late for hanging out with Bek, and to say he was freaking out would be an understatement. He was the one that planned their little adventure, and now he was the one messing it all up. He had originally planned to take her glow-in-the-dark mini-golfing, but the place had closed an hour ago, so he didn’t have any clue what to do now. Hopefully, they would think of something on the spot, or he would think of something on the drive over there. Whatever it was, it had to live up to his promises of fun, and not disappoint Bek whatsoever.

As he grabbed the spare car keys off of the rack in the garage, Brady double checked to make sure he had everything before flicking the light off. He’d gotten his license the previous summer after he turned sixteen, and used his dad’s old jeep on rare occasions. Everything was in walking distance, so he normally didn’t have any purpose to drive the car. Tonight was one exception. it was best friend night, and that was always a special occasion. Besides, anything fun required some extent of driving or walking if you wanted to get there at a decent rate. After he said a quick goodbye to Jordan, who was standing in the doorway laughing, Brady pulled out of the garage and began the familiar route to the Martin household.

The drive was a mere few minutes, something he had always been thankful for as a kid. Even though this wasn’t even remotely close to a date, because let’s face it, that would be gross, Brady turned off the car as he pulled up to the curb and walked up to the front door. It was common decency to pick someone up at their door, instead of honking from outside because you’re too lazy to walk a few feet. Knocking on the door twice, he waited for his ginger haired best friend, or any of her family, to answer.

.

cutestmartin:

I’ll be awaiting my abduction tomorrow.

Make it sound like I’m some sort of alien. Jeeze.

But, I’ll see you tomorrow, buttmunch.

brecoyne:

Aubrey smiled. “Just believe me for once, weird one.” She poked him again. A broad smile spreading across her lips. Brady reminded her of herself. Not believing someone would be into them. But this was something she knew for sure about. “You better be happy you didn’t or I would have ended up hitting you.” She told him, getting the popcorn and pouring them all into the bowl they had. “Okay, taste test.” She point at the bowl. “Your idea, you do it.” She nodded towards him. 

Brady rolled his eyes. “Weird, and lazy? You’re just full of insults, blondie.” He tried to come up with a half-decent insult for her, but failed and simply commented on her hair color instead. Not knowing her very well meant he couldn’t insult her very well, without looking like a goof. “Hit me and I will take away the popcorn.” He warned, glaring at her in a joking fashion. He grabbed a small handful of popcorn from the bowl, popping it in his mouth and making a weird taste as he chewed. He shrugged at her in response. “It’s actually pretty good, to me anyways. Try it!”

cutestmartin:

Still on for best friend times this weekend? 

Of course we are. :D

cutestmartin:

Really?

Si senorita.

cutestmartin:

Don’t make me cry.

Ugh, fine.