Brady was still, unsurprisingly enough, acting like a petulant and jealous child. Okay, he was trying. He was, really. He was at least starting to think that it was good for his bro to get a girlfriend or...well whatever the hell she was. Why he hadn't asked her out yet when they were spending so much damn time together honestly sort of baffled him. Seriously, if Max was going to let her take away all their brotime he might as well make if fucking official, right? The fuck was he even thinking throughout all of this.
Regardless of his inner monologue. He was actually starting to think it was cute. And that it wasn't bad for the guy. He was trying to not be a bitter bitch and pout over it. Max deserved someone nice after all, he was cool people, but it was difficult for a number of reasons. The first being the obvious, that all of his free time was being taken away. All of his attention was being focused on someone that wasn't him--no, they weren't gay, okay-- and that the last few times it was supposed to be Max and Brady it had become MaxnBridget and...Brady.
But it was okay. He was trying. He really was. There was just a small part of him that felt lonely. A small part of him that was jealous not because Bridget was taking away his best friend but because he'd found himself a girl that liked him and he was still lonely as hell. He couldn't help but think back to Erin and wonder what the fuck he'd done wrong then. Had he come on too strong? Was he too much of a fucking nerd? He'd liked her, without a doubt, and being ditched and kicked to the curb had bruised that ego of his far too much.
But he was trying. Honest to goodness trying not to pout over the two of them. It was difficult. It really was, as he still felt a little hurt over the whole thing but he thought he was doing better. Too bad there had been too many thoughts just running through he back of his head and festering there and the reason it wasn't too bad was because he had no one to vent them to.
Though there was Ruth. She seemed to be there for him a lot and he liked that a lot. She was nice and pretty--really, really pretty--and honest as hell. And truthfully, she intimidated him a hell of a whole lot. Strangely enough Brady found himself spending quite a bit of a time with her and he hadn't noticed quite yet but there something like a crush forming there. Poor kid wouldn't know what hit him, honestly.
Because he'd spending so much time with Ruth he only found it natural that he should seek her out the night of the fireworks. Even he realized that watching fireworks with his best friend was a little fucking gay, okay. Plus he'd already looked for the guy and seen him with the other blonde so even if it wasn't like taking a night trip to Rainbowland it wouldn't have been able to happen. But Ruth was by herself. And she was nice and pretty and he liked spending time with her, so it was inevitable that he found himself walking over to her, right before the fireworks were meant to start and sat down right next to her.
Except now that he was sitting next to her he had no idea what the hell to say. Because yeah, she was still intimidating. So he just mustered up a smile and nodded his head at her in that typical but stupid dude greeting. "Sup?" Thankfully almost as soon as the word left his mouth Brady realized how fucking stupid he sounded and he shook his head as his smile turned sheepish. "Do you wanna uh--do you wanna watch the fireworks with me?"