Chapter 24 - I'm A Busy, Busy Bee...Buzz

                                    

                                          
Author's Note: So, Wattpad makes me really mad, like how it's not counting all the chapter reads. It's just so annoying, I think. Just felt the need to share that with you all. Also, my new story, Poor Little Rich Girl for those of you who don't know, is coming on the 19th of this month. The prologue of it is up on my second account, @gratify, in case you wanna read it, but the story will go up on this account on April 19, so next Friday. I've mentioned that before, but yeah. And lastly, check out that banner over there. This chapter is dedicated to nardia_85, because she made it and I think it's really adorable. So, yeah. Don't forget to comment and vote and such! ♥
                          
Chapter 24 - I'm A Busy, Busy Bee...Buzz
                          
"Why don’t you love me?” I whine, pouting at Bradley.
                          
“I do love you,” He replies. “I’m not making you bacon though.”
                          
“If you really loved me you’d make me bacon.” I counter.
                          
Bradley and I are in the kitchen of cabin and I’m trying to get him to make me bacon. He’s refusing. I’m sitting on one of the bar stools, spinning around and he’s leaning against the counter eating an apple. I don’t think the rest of the guys are up, as it’s 10:30. Heck, if it wasn’t for Bradley I wouldn’t even be up right now.
                          
He’s got this weird thing where he wakes up ridiculously early, and like, for no apparent reason. I mean, sure I can see why you’d get up early on a school day or something, but Spring Break? My boyfriend, he’s so weird. I love being able to say it. My. Boyfriend. Speaking of my boyfriend, I think we’re both pretty clear that we’re throwing around the ‘L’ word in a totally casual, platonic way. I mean, we haven’t been together twenty-four hours yet, of course we aren’t already using the ‘L’ word in that sense.
                          
“I’ll make you cereal.” Bradley offers in chipper tone.
                          
“Cereal is not bacon.” I say stubbornly.
                          
“And I am not your personal Chef,” He retorts, laughing at his joke.
                          
"Yes, but you’re my boyfriend and boyfriends feed their girlfriends.”
                          
“That’s true, I guess.” Bradley replies, taking a bite from his apple.
                          
I nod, “It is very true. So according the rule book, you kinda have no choice.” I say teasingly.              
                          
“Rule book? I was unaware of this book.”
                          
"Well,” I say, jumping down off of the bar stool and walking around the counter to him. “It exists.”
                          
“Oh?”
                          
“The Big Book of Relationships.” I explain.
                          
"That sounds completely and totally legit.” Bradley plays along as I hop up on the counter in front of him.
                          
 “I know it does.” I retort. My stomach growls and I groan. “See, did you hear that? I’m starving!”
                          
“I just told you I’d make you cereal.”
                          
“You are a terrible boyfriend.”                          
                          
“I am not.” Bradley defends. “I made smores with you in negative degree weather.”
                          
“True, okay, I guess you’re not too bad.”
                          
Bradley scoffs, “Please, I think we both know you’re crazy about me.” He walks closer to me, resting the palms of his hands on my thighs. “But that’s okay. I’m pretty crazy about you too.”