AN: Um... I kind of have an idea. A crazy, weird, wish this was what was going to happen, idea. What do you think? Good? Bad? Pay attention to the stories you already have going? LOL! Forever, fickle is my muse. Hope this helps with the lack of a new episode tonight. I miss Adam!
Warning: Cursing. Sorry, my smart ass self could not control the monologue.
Asshole. Selfish pain in my ass. I'm going to kill him. On second thought, no. First, I'm going to save his ass. Then I'm going to kick his ass. Then I'll kill him. Why am I so angry? Oh, I don't know. Maybe it has to do with the fact that I am wearing a skirt that barely covers my ass while walking around a frat party where I basically know no one, looking for the one person that I now want to strangle. Or maybe its the fact that this is my worst nightmare? I feel like I'm back in high school on steroids. I feel like everyone is watching me and judging my every move. How in the hell am I going to find him if I don't know who he is hanging with? Oh, Antonio...you could have at least given me a clue. But, nooooo!
"Oh, Burgess. Trust me you'll find him. Won't be hard. Find the biggest party when you get in and I guarantee he will be there."
Yeah. Right. Lies. All lies as far as I could tell. Brittany had told me that this was "the party" to be at tonight. Oh God. There she is. I internally cringe as the bottle blonde girl comes running for me. I put on my best fake smile as she wraps me up in a sloppy drunk hug.
"Abby! You made it. Oh my God! Tyler was so making out with the ugliest girl ever..."
I tune her out as I allow her to move me further into this cesspool of college drunkenness. I keep telling myself that Molly's never gets this bad as the night progresses. I tell myself this. I sure as hell hope we don't look this stupid while we are kicking back at happy hour. Just when I think I can't take anymore of Brittany's gossip, it happens. There he is. What in the hell did he do to his hair? Bleach blonde is a shock. Him passing around a bong is a shock. The feeling of relief to know that he is alive and still living the life that Antonio had told me he should be was overwhelming. It was his laugh. That was what brought my attention his way. That full of life, I don't have a care in the world laugh. God, I've missed him. Shit. No. I'm mad at him. I want to strangle his ass. Nope. No, I don't. I love him. I am so screwed. I have no idea how to get his attention. How do I make contact? Brittany's high pitched laugh is all I needed.
"Good luck snagging that one. He shows interest in no one unless they want to buy."
I realize that she is talking to me, but her laugh had turned Adam's head. An annoyed look was on his face, but I knew the second he realized that I was there. I saw it. The shock. The realization that his real life was coming for him. I will never forget that look for as long as I live because in that moment it made me feel like I was his greatest salvation mixed with his Achilles heel. Sorry, babe. You could try and run from me...but you couldn't hide forever.