A/N: So, this was originally going to be a oneshot, but I decided against it. I am writing this a little different then my other stories. It is alternating from Adam's POV, to third person. It's a tad bit OOC, but oh well. Wrote this out of boredom, so it's not the greatest and it's a bit fluffy, but doesn't everyone love fluff? You'll notice that the girl in this doesn't have a name mentioned. I did that purposely, just so you know. Anyway, enjoy!
Disclaimer: If I owned Saw, do you think Adam would be dead? I think not..
She was beautiful, absolutely beautiful. The way her long, slender figure hit the sheets every night beside me, it was like poetry. In my time without her I had forgotten what it had felt like to hold her, and the scent that covered her. Like stale coffee, cigarettes and strawberries… it was a deadly combination. After my escape from the bathroom, she had come crawling back to me. Well, not exactly crawling, more like showing up at my apartment with a six-pack and a movie, acting like we had never broken up. That was okay with me, I would much rather have her, or any company, then be alone. The media attention that Lawrence and I received upon our getaway was overwhelming; I guess it was enough to draw her back to me. She had always been a sucker for attention. I remember the day I got out like it was yesterday: the sirens outside wailing their perfect song, the blue and red flames that danced along the door of my prison as the police officers cut their way too me. And Lawrence's promise, the promise he kept at all costs.
It had been five months since then, and I hadn't seen Lawrence since our trip to the hospital. We rode the whole way together in the back of an ambulance. His dis-coloured face and piercing blue eyes never leaving my brown ones. We had held hands the entire way and I had never felt so close to someone in my entire life. Lawrence. His name still tastes sweet upon my lips.
Anyway, when she came back to me, I remember the feeling of relief that washed over me. The knowledge that I wouldn't have to stay alone tonight. That was what excited me most of all, not the fact that the girl who I though I loved took me back, not the skimpy low cut shirt she was wearing, but the fact that I would be protected. It was the fact that I would have someone to hold, and to hold me back, someone to love that made me peaceful. Was it really so wrong that I wished it was Lawrence? I mean, we had gone through it all together, so isn't it normal? Is it normal that when she threw her arms around me, bushed her lips against mine swiftly and whispered "I love you Adam Faulkner." Into my mouth, I saw him. I realized as she melted into me that I finally had something going for me. But why did I imagine Lawrence's face instead of hers?
That is the question I am constantly asking myself. Even now, as I look down unto my chest and see her head laying their, her purple and black choppy hair tickling my bare torso, I cannot help but see Lawrence's blonde wisps instead, and his alluring lips. It's pathetic, I know, but I can't seem to let go of him.
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Adam woke up to a low humming sound coming from beside his bed. He turned his head and was greeted by a blinking alarm clock. He moaned softly, and reached to hit the snooze button; carefully avoiding waking up the girl he was next to. Just as his hand brushed against the clock, he felt long finger nails scratch along his arm. He looked down beside him, a pail face looking back. She smiled briefly and yawned, her chin length hair flowing along her cheekbones.
"Leave it." She muttered, crawling out of bed. Adam couldn't help but stare at her body. She was wearing one of his old sports shirts that came to just above her knee. Some how, she made it look like a designer dress. "We have to go soon. I want you ready by 9:30" she continued, pulling on a pair of jeans from the floor. Adam nodded and opened his mouth to question why, but she cut him off with a quick glare. "It's a surprise."
Adam smiled lightly and swung his legs over the side of the bed. He ran his fingers though his tussled hair a few times, watching the clock beside him count down the seconds. He didn't really like surprises. Adam rose from his seat and crossed to the closet on the opposite side of the room. Absently leafing through the few clean shirts that hung inside, he sighed, not really wanting to do anything but go back to bed. His girl came from behind him and placed her hands lightly on his chest.
"I like the white shirt on you." She breathed in his ear before kissing his neck and continuing to get ready. Absently, Adam reached for the shirt and slipped it over his bare chest. He then grabbed a pair of blue jeans before walking into the kitchen to have a cigarette. As he inhaled the grey smoke he watched her frantically running around his apartment, trying to get ready. It was a bad habit, he knew, but there was no way in hell he was going to stop. Three and a half smokes later, she grabbed his hand and pulled him out the door.
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We have been walking for hours, it seems. Why, oh why couldn't we have ridden the bus like normal people? Why did she insist that they had a long romantic walk together? Sure, it had been nice for the first ten minutes or so, holding hands, her chattering on about something or another while I added the occasional sarcastic comment, but after the first forty minutes, I basically had enough. We had to stop every hundred feet or so for me to catch my breath. Smoker's lungs. I am not even sure why I agreed to come along on this little adventure anyway. It's not as if I needed the exercise (okay, well that's not entirely true, obviously). But out of all the things we could have done, why would we have to walk? We were accomplishing absolutely nothing, short of giving me a pre-mature death. Could she tell I wasn't thinking of her when we lay in bed together and was in turn trying to kill me? I chuckled to myself. That would explain a lot. Her voice interrupted my thoughts, telling me that we were almost there. I smile through gritted teeth and nodded a yes. Almost there. Fucking finally.
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She grabbed his hand and pulled him along the sidewalk into a grassy park; smiling bigger then Adam had ever seen her smile before. "Come on Faulkner, your so slow." She teased, pulling him deeper and deeper into the trees. Suddenly she stopped and pushed him against one of the trunks. Adam felt her lips glide lustfully over his own and he ran his fingers along her neck. She sighed wistfully into him, and pressed her body against his. Her nails were digging into the back of his neck. She bit down on his bottom lip playfully before pulling back, winking at him.
"Surprise." She laughed, and motioned to a blanket set up beside them that he hadn't noticed before. A picnic basket lay beside it.
"What the fuck-"Adam began, but he was quickly cut off, not by his girlfriend, but by another.
"Adam!" The voice rang, full of desperation.
A/N #2: If you want more, please review. I am planning on continuing this, but don't have mass amounts of time, so it will only happen if I know people are reading! Thanks guys!