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My day at work was long. It was exhausting and as of now I was pretty tired. I noticed Braeden did actually leave halfway through, he told me he would I was just hoping he didn't. I know he had his own work to do though.

I stood here, waiting for him to get here. All of my co workers asked if I wanted a ride, and I would've said yes but he was already on his way.

He got here after some time, smiling a huge smile and getting out of the car, opening the door for me as I got in.

I smiled back as he kissed my head as a greeting.

"Sorry. I couldn't get Bowie to go back inside." He apologized, and the thought of seeing my dog made me even happier.

I turned to Braeden who took his seat in the passenger side, and I tilted my head. "It's okay."

"Okay. So I tried to make dinner, and I burned it." He grimaced, switching lanes now as I laughed.

"So, is it okay if we get takeout?"

I nodded instinctively, and he thanked me. We went to a local burger drive thru that he grew to love and want each time he stayed here with me.

We took it back to my apartment, and Bowie was barking as loud as he could.

Braeden held all the food, and I let Bowie out. He jumped on me and I attempted to pick him up. Some days I could but today wasn't one of those days.

"Oh, too heavy." I groaned, setting him back down and sitting by him. He licked my neck multiple times and when I tried to push him away he'd just come back. Braeden laughed at this as he grabbed plates and set everything up.

He walked over to pull me up. He took my backpack I always took to work off of me, and he set it down.

"Is this a vegan one?" I teased, and I watched as Braeden groaned, setting his head down after taking a bite.

The first time I ate a burger with Braeden was when he brought them over to my house, and he brought over multiple choices, one being a protein style, but he called it a vegan one.

I wonder if I never told him it still clearly had meat in it, how long would it take him to notice.

"I was thrown off by the lettuce." He turned pink, glancing over at me and handing me my soda.

I only laughed and he smiled at me, turning away shyly after some time.

"Those still scare me sometimes" He winced, drinking from his own soda and I glanced down to the bandages on my wrists, taking them off.

"They scare my mom too." I laughed. "I think it's cool sometimes though.

"Last season they had me wear black ones. Just looked like I was wearing a hand sweatband." I giggled a little at the memory, and he shook his head, laughing as well.

Braeden didn't even seem like he woke up at 4 AM today, which was crazy. I clearly did but he was still as lively as ever, cracking the same dad jokes and laughing at them a lot more than I did.

"I think they all look cool." He shrugged, and I turned away to feed Bowie some fries, eating some too.

"You should come on the show." I started off, and he turned, watching me closely as he waited for me to go on. "Like as an extra or something."

"That'd be funny. Me in some sick 80's attire?"

"Oh my god, totally." My eyes lit up a little as I imagined the hair and makeup they'd do on him. Amy would for sure kill it. "Please let me ask if you can, please, B." I pleaded, holding onto his arm and his eyes widened a little before nervously laughing.

"I don't-"

"Please, it would be so fun."

His eyes softened a little as I continued to beg him for permission and he finally gave in, his smile turning into a sarcastic one.

"Sure, go ahead."

That would most definitely be my first question tomorrow, a lot of people have already done it so I'm sure they'd let me.

"You could be like someone who's in the hospital or something. It would be so cool."

"I think I'd just look funny."

"No!" I denied, my hands moving up to his hair. "I'll make sure they give you a bowl-cut."

"Oh," he cringed, shaking his head after setting his soda down. "God no, n/n. Please."

I laughed, and shrugged. "I'm sure they'll find something else to do. You already have the Paul McCartney cut down."

He sounded relief to hear that, but I very much hoped they'd do him dirty like that even though they probably wouldn't.

The rest of the night consisted of Braeden cleaning up while I showered and got ready to go to sleep, watching movies on the couch and falling asleep there along with Bowie.

Braeden stayed in his normal clothing. His arm was securely around me as I fell asleep on him, and it seemed like he stayed up a lot later than I did, only to wake up at 4 AM again the next morning.