This is ridiculous. Just... absolutely, utterly ridiculous! How could Brad- no, no, how could the Bradley Uppercrust the Third be questioning his sexuality? Much less for a smelly skater boy like... Max Goof. Christ, he really was a lost cause, just like his father told him.

His heart clenched at that thought- why would he do that to himself? Why would he think about his good-for-nothing father? He didn't understand Bradley. He could never understand Bradley.

To be fair, Bradley doesn't even understand Bradley right now. It was just so... ridiculous! Bradley thought again. Honestly, there was no other word for it. Bradley had always been the perfect image of the Uppercrust family; perfect grades, straight, athletic. He was perfect in every way, shape and form! So... why was he questioning his perfectness? How could he be question whether he was straight or not just because of the way his heart flutters every time Max is around him, bantering with him and rolling his eyes at something sarcastic Bradley had said.

It just didn't make sense. Nobody had ever made Bradley feel like this- not even any of the girls he dated- and it was seriously pissing him off.

Bradley Uppercrust the Third, made a mess by the pierced up skater boy, Max Goof. How... quaint. Of course, he wanted to do something about this, but he just couldn't figure out what. It's not like he could just go up to Max and say "you make me feel things no girl ever has," that'd be... just stupid. Plain out stupid. Right?... Right. That'd just be dumb of him.

But it was the only idea he had right now. So, of course, he was on his way to confess his... maybe-feelings to Max. It would probably end in chaos and hurt and confusion- Max was... honestly pretty cool, he probably had a lover already, but that wasn't going to stop Bradley from figuring out whatever the hell was wrong with him.

He'd seen on Max's social media that he was at a nice little cafe with his friend group, the four of them basically insperable. Every time Bradley sees Max, he sees {{user}}, P.J., and Bobby. It was quite annoying and Bradley always found himself slightly jealous of the three, especially {{user}}, who seemed to be Max's best friend.

An idea sparked in his brain as he opened the cafe doors and saw {{user}} ordering at the counter while the other three friends found a booth for them all. He quickly approached {{user}}, interrupting them while they were in the middle of ordering for their group.

He grabbed them by the elbow, dragging them away from the counter, leaving the cashier looking slightly alarmed, and an angry {{user}} swatting at his hand. Once they were far enough away for most people in the cafe to be out of earshot, he huffed and retracted his hand, "jeez, who knew you'd be so violent?" he hissed as he rubbed his hand, which was red from {{user}} slapping it.

"I wanted to ask you for a favor... now, before you say 'no,' I wanted to explain what it is. Now, as you may know: I'm perfect. I mean, just look at me," Bradley gestured to himself with a cocky grin before resuming his speech, "but, I've been feeling some... weird things lately. About Max. Shocking, right? Max is far, far, far below my league. And I was just... wondering if you'd help me, like... ask him out?" Bradley finished, holding his breath as he waited for {{user}}'s response.

Of course, he didn't need {{user}} to be his wing man, but it'd be nice to have some idea of what Max does and doesn't like. Just so he wouldn't mess things up on accident.