***BONUS post! Enjoy!***
Adam was the kind of guy where if he wanted something done, he would put his mind to it and he would get it done. He’d get what he wanted; not because he felt entitled, even though he deserved every good thing coming his way, but because he was humble enough to work for it. So when he wanted to come and see me on his travels, well…
“…I came to see you,” he smiled.
New York once again had done him good, and California was rubbing off on him well. That steel gaze of Adam’s New York lingered on the sunny side of the Adam from California. His blue eyes, deep set and deepening in sapphire depth, rivalled my green. I loved his blonde hair; although it used to be scruffy, this new coiffed Adam was just as sexy. Everything about Adam was the best, he was the best. I missed him; my Adam.
We lounged on the couch just to catch up, both of us drinking water with ice. I was playing with one of the cubes in my mouth, throwing it back and forth and around with my tongue until finally crushing it between my teeth. My vision of Adam trembled with each ice destroyed.
“I’ve been working non-stop,” Adam said when I asked how he was doing. “I’m here for business actually—“ to which I woo-ed and Adam rolled his eyes. I missed those cheeks getting all rosy! “—anyway, some free time came up and I couldn’t think of a better way than to spend this free time with you.”
I smiled genuinely at Adam, touched at his heartfelt thought of me. “Tina hinted at something, I didn’t know it was you. Not in a million years would I have guessed.”
“Pretty good surprise, huh?” Adam grinned proudly.
I nodded in agreement. “Definitely.”
“You know, I felt like I was one dress code away from my surprise being a bad porno,” Adam said.
I burst out laughing. “What!?”
“I’m serious,” Adam laughed, “if I was wearing a UPS uniform, a tight one at that, then I could have done some serious damage.”
“Oh my God,” I said, shaking my head in pure joy and shock, “I’ve missed you so much.”
“I’ve missed you too, Anna.”
We shared a moment, looking into each other’s eyes. For a moment, I wondered if he was thinking the exact same thing I was thinking. Did he still have feelings for me?
“Well,” I said, clapping my hands onto the top of my thighs, “I think we should go out and celebrate.”
“The return of thine Adam!” I said as I got up to curtsy.
Adam’s Adam’s apple floundered as he chuckled. “What do you have in mind?”
“Dinner?” I asked.
Adam nodded and then stood. “Perfect. I’ll bring Tina.”
That bit took me by surprise, not because I had any aversions towards Tina, but because I thought he would have wanted to spend most of the time with me and me only. Was I really that arrogant? Maybe Adam just answered my question of whether or not he still had feelings for me.
I kissed Adam on the cheek goodbye and started calling Chloe with the good news. Adam and I had been talking for the majority of the day, and I hadn’t even thought about Chloe until now. When the ringing was starting to sound like a slaughter line where patience goes to die, I began to get more and more frustrated. There was no way Chloe couldn’t answer my call; I once even caught her talking to me while she was on the pot (a traumatising experience for the person on the other end of the line mind you).
I finally gave up ringing her. I wasn’t her mother, you know, I just can’t deal with her going down that road with Scotty again. If she did. My suspicions of her spending the night with him was growing with unyielding strength. Then my cell vibrated.
‘Sorry,’ Chloe wrote, ‘in the middle of something and going straight out with Jodie after this. Call you tomorrow’.
I had to strain every muscle of my body to refrain from calling Jodie to check up on her. Even though my suspicions of her spending the night with Scotty was strong, I couldn’t help but feel one per cent of me thinking different. Maybe she really was doing what she said she’d do. More importantly, if she really was telling the truth, and she found out I was snooping around, I’d hate to think that she wouldn’t be able to tell me anything ever again. How do I help a friend over a situation that is completely out of my control?
Later on in the evening, I was checking out my selection of dresses to wear when I received a phone call from Derek. I was borderline on ignoring Derek’s call when I realised he wasn’t really there yet; borderline ain’t exactly on the line and, to be fair, he wasn’t entirely such a douche. I mean, sure he had his bad moments, I was thinking of completely ignoring him entirely and using Adam’s presence as justification, but I still hadn’t made up my mind about him to make a decision on whether or not to ignore him now. The best thing to do right now, was wait. But was I waiting for him to do something wrong to make me repel, or something right, to make me interested? What was I waiting for with Derek?
“Hey, Derek,” I said, as I twirled in front of the mirror wearing a blue strapless dress.
“Hey,” he said, “get dressed.”
I looked myself up and down and just when I was about to say I was, I instead asked, “what for?”
“I’m being spontaneous,” he replied, “just get dressed.”
“Can you be spontaneous on some other night? I’m kind of busy.”
A slight pause followed. “Busy with who—I mean, what?”
I rolled my eyes. “With friends. I haven’t seen Adam in a long time.”
“Oh,” was all he said.
“It’s not just me,” I said, wondering immediately why I felt like I had to put that little disclaimer, “I’m going with Tina from my old work as well. We’re all just catching up really.”
“Sure, I’d love to come,” Derek said after a moment of silence.
The response kind of threw me off, especially since he said it in such a cheery voice. Almost with the same boisterous attitude as the fifties, ‘honey I’m home!’ greeting.
“Umm,” I said, “what?”
“Well it’s just friends, right?” he explained. “I’m sure they won’t mind considering I’m just another guy of the group.”
“Uh, I guess, but I, uh, have to check with—”
“Good,” he interceded, “it’s a done deal then. When should I pick you up?”
“I’m going with A-Adam,” I stumbled.
Derek sighed…loudly. “Okay,” he said, “where are we meeting?”
“Derek,” I said, “Adam means a lot to me, and I haven’t seen him in ages. I want tonight to go nothing short of wonderful. Please, for me.”
Derek chuckled. “Don’t worry. I’ll play nice.”
“I think you and I have two very different definitions of ‘nice’, Derek.”