[AN:] This is my first fanfiction...but I'd say its an ok start. This story takes place most recently: After Adam's brother has gone to the police about the accidental murder.
Chapter 1
"We'll be ok" Drew murmured into Bianca's ear. Bianca just looked at Drew for a long moment, and then buried her head in his chest. She was just about to leave the house. They were standing at the doorway, giving eachother a long embrace.
Adam sat on the couch, trying to drown out everything with his video games. Although the gun shots in the game didn't help his cause much. He was half listening to Drew and Bianca's conversation, begging his body not to break down over the situation. He could make out certain words from their conversation, "love", "police", "vince". He turned around to look at them, he saw Bianca's makeup running down her face, bleeding onto Drew's shirt. And Adam could see the tears welling in Drew's eyes, but he was holding them back as best as he could. Adam quickly turned back to the TV, knowing that if he kept watching, he would be doing the same thing.
As much as he hated Bianca, no one deserved to be raped. Or at least in the midst of someone trying to.
He was on his mom's side about Drew dating Bianca, that she brought history with her, that Drew need's to be careful because of her. But even so, he tried to support them, and the trouble they had gotten themselves into.
Adam looked at his watch, about twenty-three minutes since he last looked back at them at the doorway. He turned around, and saw they were still murmuring to eachother. They seemed to be easing up a bit, but the fear was still apparent in their faces.
He heard a final sigh, "I love you, ok?" Drew said to Bianca. He grasped her shoulders, and looked her straight in the eyes.
"I love you too." Bianca sniffled, they gave one more kiss, and then Bianca left. Drew shut the door behind her, put his hands over his face, then pushed them through his hair, letting out a big huff of breath. He stood for a moment, then walked over to the couch, and plopped down next to Adam.
Silence. Neither of them spoke a single word to eachother. Adam continued shooting bad guys, and Drew sat still beside him, eyes and face red.
Adam glanced over at him. His palm was over his forehead, and he was looking at the TV with glazed-over eyes. He was leaning back on the couch, looking as though he would fall asleep.
Adam paused the game, "Drew..." Adam finally said.
"I don't want to talk about it, Adam." Drew snapped at him, not removing his eyes from the TV.
Adam pursed his lips, and stared at his paused game for a moment.
He looked at Drew again, "listen,"
Drew was just about to cut him off, but he quickly put , "I know you don't want to listen to me right now, but you can't coop up your feelings forever. If you need someone...im here for you, big bro." He said.
Drew looked at him, then gave a half-smile. "I know" he said in a hoarse voice. He let out a sigh, and looked again to the TV, the game was still paused.
Adam let out a sigh, and went off to unplug the Xbox. He switched the TV back to cable, and started to walk up the stairs, leaving Drew on the couch. As he was about to go up, he looked to the back of Drew's head
"I don't expect you to spill your guts to me," Adam said to the back of Drew's head, "but when you're ready...you know I'm here for you, Drew."
He stood for another moment, and then walked back up to his room. He walked past his mom on the way up.
"Is he ok?..." she whispered to him. Adam could tell she was extremely worried about him. She was wringing her hands, and she looked as though she hadn't slept in a week.
He looked back to Drew, who was now pulling a blanket over himself, sprawled out on the couch.
"He'll be ok in time..." Adam said, and he gave his mother a reassuring smile. She smiled back, and continued down the stairs.
Adam knew that if he let himself, he would end up just like her. Looking like he hadn't slept in a month, wringing his hands, full of worry...he didn't want that. All he ever did since the accident was play video games and make calls to friends occassionally. Although, the only people he could call lately was Clare and Eli. Actually, they were calling him more than he was calling them. They were still going through a lot after the break-up, and Adam became the middle-man. Even though Eli had been taking anxiety pills, he still needed someone to talk to. He didn't lose ALL his emotion. And Clare, ofcourse, wanted to rant 24-7 about Eli. Adam had gotten used to it, as she had started calling almost every night since the break-up. Although it didn't seem to relieve her, seeing as she had a huge outburst towards Eli at Above the Dot.
Adam sat down on his bed when he reached his room. He laid on his back, just staring at the ceiling. He tried to find patterns in the dots and crevices in it. He was trying his hardest to not think too much about what was going on. He bit his lip, and jumped up to look for his iPod. He shuffled through his drawer, only finding a pair of headphones. He growled to himself, "c'mon" he said under his breath.
He backed up for a moment and closed his eyes, "ok, where could I have left it..." he said in his mind. He stood there in the quiet, thinking of where he'd been, and where he could've left it. It was so quiet in his room, you could've heard a gnat flying around. His breathing started to slow, and his mind started to wander, and for the first time in a while, he was just inside his own mind, peace and quiet all around him, he could finally relax for a second. Then...
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!
Adam nearly jumped out of his skin. "What?" He said, aggitated.
His mom walked in, still looking sleep deprived. "Someone's here to see you" she said, forcing a smile afterwards.
Adam looked confused. He glanced at his watch, "It's almost eleven, who would be here this late?"
His mom just shrugged, and closed the door as she left his room. He stood for a moment, thinking of who it could be.
"Maybe it's Eli?..." he thought to himself. But why would he be there that late? Adam just shook his head, and walked over to his mirror. He fixed his hair a little bit, straightened out his clothes, gave a cheesy point-and-wink, and walked down the stairs. He traced lines in the wood on the handrail as he went down.
He reached the bottom of the stairs, and looked up.
"Clare?" he said, half smiling, "what are you doing here at this time of night?"
Clare stood there, still at the doorway. She faked a smile for his mom.
Adam's mom stood for a moment, then hurridly said, "sorry, I'll leave you two alone." and went off to the kitchen. They could tell she was just mixing around pots and pans to make it sound like she was busy.
They looked at eachother, Adam still waiting for an answer. He raised his eye brow, and leaned on the wall.
"Uhm..." Clare started, "can we go up to your room for a second?"
Adam chuckled, "what for, may I ask?"
"I just want to talk to you for a second. Please?" she crossed her arms, and looked at the floor.
He looked at her for a second, then moved off the wall, and walked towards the stairs. "After you" he said, gesturing to the stairs and smiling. Clare grabbed his hand, and made him hurry up the stairs with her.
"Clare...are you ok?" Adam said as Clare dragged him through the door. She let go of him when they reached his room, and she turned around and shut the door. She faced adam, and threw her arms up in the air, "I just dont know anymore, Adam." She said. She brought her hands back down on her hips. Then she started pacing the room.
"What do you mean?" Adam said, stepping closer to her. He was becoming more concerned as the minutes went by.
She paused for a moment. Then she blurted, "Eli. I mean, I just...I don't know, I don't know whats going on anymore."
Adam rolled his eyes, "this again?" he said, sitting on his bed. He crossed his arms and looked up at her with tired eyes.
"Please take this seriously, Adam," Clare begged. She went over and sat on the bed with him. She put her hands in her lap, and sighed.
"...I'm sorry," Adam said, "its just...ever since you guys broke up, you guys are calling me non stop, and its always the same thing. I don't know, maybe its Eli's house you should be going to, try to work things out." He looked at Clare, her eyes were still on the floor.
"I just need, you know, closure or something..." she said. She looked at the floor for another moment, and then looked at Adam. "I don't know what to do, I mean theres no one else I can really go to right now. Alli is just...well, you never know with her, Jenna has to deal with the baby, Eli and I are going through a little rough spot...Darcy is still in Africa, my mom and dad are going through a divorce..."
Clare started to fade. She moved a bit of hair out of her face, and started to look around the room.
"You're not the only one dealing with things, Clare..." Adam said quietly. He looked at Clare until she looked up from the floor and into his eyes.
Her eyes wandered away for a moment. Then she closed them and shook her head, "I...I'm sorry, Adam," Clare said, scooting closer to him, "what kind of stuff are you going through? I didn't even bother to ask." She tilted her head and looked at Adams eyes, he was now looking at his hands, and twiddling his thumbs.
Adam looked at her, "I already told you, you remember...the thing with Drew..." He pursed his lips, and looked back at his hands.
"Oh...I forgot about that. Im sorry, Adam. I guess thats a little bigger than my problems, huh?" She said with a short laugh. She looked at his face, trying to study what he was feeling. Then, she put her cheek on his shoulder.
"It'll be ok...," she said. She grabbed his hand and started playing with his fingers, "I know it".
Adam became confused for a second, he looked down at clares head. He felt her hands on his, and stared at them for a second. A crooked smile appeared on his face, and he laid his head on top of Clare's. They sat on the bed, not saying a word, just enjoying the others company. Clare started to smile too, she stopped playing with his fingers, and just grabbed his hand tight in hers.
After about a minute, Clare looked up at Adam. They looked into eachothers eyes, both frozen. Adam chuckled a bit, and moved closer to Clare.
"So" Adam started, then, suddenly, Clare pushed her lips against Adams. Adam's eye brows raised as high as they could go, and his heart jumped into his throat. Clare kept her lips there, grabbing Adam's shirt, pulling him closer.
Adam mumbled a little, but it wasn't enough to break Clare away. Clare moved her hand to Adam's jawline, holding and tracing it.
Her hands were cold from the walk there, and made Adam shiver. Clare giggled, and looked into his eyes again. He still couldn't believe what was going on. Then, her eyes darted back to his lips, and back to kissing they went. No mumbling this time.
After the first few seconds, Adam started to relax, and started to ease into the kiss. Adam put his hand on Clare's hip, and started to let go of everything around him. To him, it was only him and Clare in the world right then. He didn't stop to think about what would happen afterwards, he was only interested in what was going on in that exact moment. He hadn't felt anything like that since he was with Fiona, and it was a feeling he missed a lot.
Adam leaned back on the bed, bringing Clare with him. Adam's head was on the pillow, and Clare was on top of him, she didn't seem to care what they did either. Adam started to take Clare's jacket off, and she helped him. "Is she really doing this?" he thought to himself as he tossed her jacket to the floor.
He pulled her away from his lips for a moment to look at her.
Adam looked into Clare's baby blue eyes, not saying a word. "What?" she giggled. Adam looked at her up and down, almost forgetting why he even pulled her away.
"Its nothing," he said, quickly pulling her back. He could feel her smiling as they kissed.
Clare started to move her hand under Adam's shirt, he could once again feel her cool hands going up his stomach. Suddenly, she stopped. Right at his ribs. He opened his eyes to see why, and there was the reason.
Drew was standing at the doorway, he had opened the door without them knowing, and had been watching for who knows how long. His jaw was on the floor.
Clare quickly jumped off Adam. She wiped her lips, and pushed all the hair out of her face. She couldn't look Adam in the eye.
She picked up her jacket and walked to the doorway. She turned around, still not looking at Adam, "I'll talk to you later," she said under her breath. She pushed past Drew, who's eyes were like saucers. Adam was sitting up on the bed now, watching her as she hurridly left his house. His eyes were wide open, looking back from the doorway to Drew.
Drew looked at Adam, and let out a small snicker. He put one hand over his mouth, and one on his hip. "Adam Torres," he said in a mocking voice.
"Shut Up," Adam said, fixing his hair. He stood up and crossed his arms.
"You didn't tell me you were such a lady killer," Drew laughed.
"Im thrilled youre showing emotion again, but could you please get out of my room?" Adam said, shoving Drew through the doorway, and locking it once he was out. He could hear Drew laughing through the door.
As Drew was walking back to his room, he bumped into his mom.
"What?" she said, smiling.
Drew hesitated, and looked from the stairs to Adam's room. "Absolutely nothing," Drew said, smiling. He shook his head and kept on laughing as he walked to his room. His mom gave a funny look, but she shrugged it off and went to bed as well.
Adam cupped his hands over his face, and was leaning against the door. He let out a huge sigh. He looked at his bed, just thinking back to a few seconds ago. What was up with Clare? She had never seemed so interested in him before...and then suddenly, shes making out with him? He didn't get it.
"School's gonna be a joy tomorrow," he said to himself sarcastically. He put his hand on his head, and stood in his room , thinking. He tried not to think about it too much, he had school tomorrow and needed to sleep. He quickly changed into his night clothes, and went to bed. But he certianly didn't sleep. He laid awake all night thinking about what had happened, and how Clare was going to act the next day.
