Adam took a deep breath in after placing the large, flattening gauze over his chest. He grabbed a large, plaid, brown shirt, and buttoned it up. Putting gel through his fingers, he raced them back in his hair, making it easier to style it just as he wants to. Nailing his hair across his forehead, he put a hat on his head. Lowering his jeans and popping his collar out, Adam tipped his hat over, and left the bathroom.
He turned the corner of the stairs, and headed down the stair-well. Looking at the clock that was on the top of the middle-wall, he sighed.
"Mom," he yelled, taking in a deep breath, "I'm late."
There was a hesitated answer, and a long, frustrated sigh, "Adam, seriously? Again? It's the 3rd week of school and you've already been late, what is it now? 4 times?" the woman's voice paused, "Get in the car, I'll drive you in."
Adam puffed his cheeks and slowly let air out; his mom wasn't the only one angry at him. Walking towards that back door, passing his mother, he walked out to the car. He stopped, and looked at the sky. It was another dark, gloomy, rainy day for Toronto. Great.
He walked towards the car; dew from the night before falling off trees, and onto the black tar. Making noises only expressed in a child's book, and birds screeching… not chirping. As if something was out to get them, like, a fox that could jump up a thousand feet, and grab the little birds, chomping them into its mouth, no guilt pleading him… no guilt at all.
He opened the car door, climbed in, and slammed it shut. Immediately, he watched, what seemed like, a thousand raindrops, trickling down the car door. He nodded in amazement. It was so beautiful, to him at least. Maybe it was because he had always seemed to like the simpler things in life, rather than simply roll over like most people would do.
Adam noticed his mom. She walked out, looked at the sky, and scoffed. She was never really the one for rain. Neither was she one for sun. Adam let out a smile, and rolled his eyes jokingly. Her heels clacked against the pavement, and she got into the car.
"Yet again, another dreary day. I swear to God, where is the sun?" She sighed angrily.
"Oh, come down, it'll come, I promise," Adam said. There was an intense hint of seriousness in his voice.
"Wake me up when the day comes, honey."
And they drove off, passing the familiar town of which the Torres family blossomed in. There was The Dot, the park, and so many things that were almost too nostalgic to remember. Then, randomly, Mrs. Torres blurted, "I found this beautiful blouse for when the family c-"
"Mom," he waited, but she only continued, explaining the frilly design of this oh-so-special blouse. "Mom!"
She looked at him.
"I am not wearing something like that!" he barked.
"Like what?"
"Something just… something Gracie would wear."
And, at that moment, everything went silent. The tress stopped brushing in the wind, the birds, no longer chirping, and no words left a person's mouth.
It seemed to be the longest car ride in the world.