Unlike Any Other
Summary Both are unique. Both have a past. Both need someone. Someone to understand them, accept them, care for them. It's a love unlike any other. Adam/Fiona pairing, Drew/Claire/Eli/Holly J friendship
Author's Note So I'm a huge Fadam fan and, after reading a bunch of Fadam fics, I thought I'd try my hand at it. In this fic, I'm starting their relationship off from scratch beginning with how they meet. Please review! This is my first fic and feedback would be much appreciated!
Disclaimer I do NOT own Degrassi.
CHAPTER 1
"Well, that was a lame issue," Adam huffed as he dropped the latest issue of The Goon to the ground beside him. He and Eli had settled in their second floor study nook to catch up on comics during free period. Their backpacks and books lay scattered between them.
"Yeah, not my favorite," Eli sighed in agreement. "On the bright side-" Eli was interrupted by a loud chirp from his phone. Looking at the screen, Eli's face visibly brightened.
Adam rolled his eyes, "It's Clare, isn't it?" His hunch was confirmed as Eli gathered his things to leave.
"Yeah, sorry dude. She's in the library. Needs help with an essay," Eli winked.
"Gross, dude. Just go."
Eli smirked, giving a small wave to Adam as he disappeared down the hall. Adam sighed. He was glad to see his friends so happy but, honestly, their gushiness got old real fast. The way they looked into each other's eyes, savoring each other's presence. It all just reminded him that he didn't have something like that. More specifically someone.
Adam dejectedly looked down at the disappointing comic and then his cellphone. There was still 23 minutes of free period left. Adam sighed, running his fingers through his shaggy bangs. He hated the new uniforms. He could no longer wear his signature brimmed beanie cap. The cool Canadian wind breezing through his hair was an unfamiliar sensation. Realizing the huge gap of time until his next class, Adam resorted to people watching. Tons of high schoolers scattered the hallways, chatting, heading towards lockers, and finishing last minute homework. More like copying. Adam chuckled at his internal joke.
Seemingly out of nowhere, the smell of strawberries filled Adam's nostrils. Adam's head snapped up to the scent, clicking heels catching his attention. It was then that he saw her. Her dark brown curls laid neatly on her shoulders and down her back, swaying with each step as she headed to a top locker down the hallway. Adam could not stop gawking. She wore a blue polo accessorized with a golden tie and a small blue bow hairband in her hair. Her khaki skirt was considerably shorter than other girls, revealing amazing long legs that were complimented by her heels. Wait - a blue polo. A senior.
Adam slumped on his step. A senior. He had no chance. Yet he still gazed at the gorgeous girl. She clutched several textbooks and notebooks in one arm, the other attempting to spin her locker combo. She seemed to keep failing and grew frustrated. Among her agitation, her designer bag slipped off her shoulder into the crease of her elbow causing her to lose her delicate grip on all of her books. The books made a loud clattering noise as they scattered around her on the floor.
"Ugh! Really?" the girl groaned, attempting to bend down to gather her belongings to no avail. No one seemed to take notice of her, which Adam found odd. Seeing the girl in distress, Adam leaped up without a second thought. He quickly made his way to her locker, leaving his own backpack and books perched on the step he had occupied.
"Here, let me help you with that," Adam said as he approached and bent down, grabbing an opened advanced physics textbook. Hmm, a smart senior, Adam mentally noted.
The girl was adjusting her polo which had been slightly untucked when she dropped her things. When she saw the younger boy reach for her books, she was about to tell him to back off then realized he was trying to help. She stood there staring as the benevolent boy picked up the books on the surrounding floor. She cocked her head to one side. How nice, she thought.
Adam finally composed all of the books into a neat stack. Standing up, he gently placed the stack into the girl's opened arms. Resting the large load of books on her hip, the girl looked up to see a grinning Adam. He was a good four inches taller than her. Adam caught her gaze. She had beautiful starry eyes that were a unique shade of blue/gray. They seemed to show the girl's emotions clearly.
Adam must have been staring because the girl blushed. "And here I thought chivalry was dead," the girl smiled. It was Adam's turn to blush. His cheeks turned a light shade of pink.
Adam shrugged. "Well a fair maiden was in distress. The logical response is to aid her," he responded with a smirk. Nice one. Just play it cool, Adam mentally advised himself. His heart rate started to pick up but he did his best to ignore it.
"Well, how sweet. Does this knight have a name?" the girl inquired. She began attempting to open the locker but just could not get the combo right.
"Why, yes. Adam. Adam Torres." Adam gave her a large goofy grin. "Oh, let me help. What's your combo?"
The girl stepped aside so Adam could have a go at the locker. "29-34-06." Within seconds Adam had the locker open. "Wow, picking up books, opening lockers. A modern knight," the girl laughed.
Adam grinned. Her laugh was adorable. "Old school. Just the way I roll." The girl smiled and began piling her things in her locker.
"So does this princess have a name?"
"Princess? I thought I was a fair maiden," the girl turned to face Adam. She wore an amused expression.
"'Fair maiden' didn't do you justice," Adam admitted, gazing into her eyes once more. The girl immediately blushed, failing to hide the rosy tint on her cheeks by turning back to her locker and closing it. She blushed! I made her blush! Adam cheered in his head. She began down the hallway a few steps before pausing and whirling around to face Adam. She brushed one of her dark brown curls out of her face and behind her ear before she spoke.
"Fiona. My name's Fiona." With that, she flashed Adam a timid smile and started in the opposite direction towards her first class.
Leaning against an adjacent locker, Adam grinned as he watched Princess Fiona disappear down the hallway.
A/N Bam! There ya have it. My first fic. EVER. Would love to hear feedback from yall so tell me what ya think! Btw, I think my summary is a little lame but keep reading and you'll get what I'm trying to get across. Thanks and remember, review! :)