Chapter 1:
I didn't realize how much I was staring at him until he looked up. Adam was beautiful. Almost everything about him was perfect. He had tan skin, a fit body, and dreamy eyes that sent me into a trance. Almost everything was perfect. Everything but one thing: he was gay.
Now it's not like it's been some big secret kept from me. Adam and I have been best friends since we were fourteen, which was when I moved into his flat complex. He already knew he didn't like girls, and was constantly bullied for it. I, for one, was annoyed at the idiots who tormented him day after day. One day, I saw Adam corned by two people; Patrick and Bridgett. I knew both of them and I was never very fond of them. Patrick held Adam while Bridgett kissed him to see if he would like it. When she got bored of that, she punched him in the stomach. Patrick let go and Adam fell to the ground. I saw Patrick try to take another swing at him, but I stepped in before he could connect. I'm not sure what went on next, but it ended with Bridgett running and Patrick on the ground yelling about his 'broken nose'. Then I saw Adam. He was still on the ground, shaking. I helped him up and once his head stopped spinning, he hugged me. I hugged him back and walked him to my flat.
Now Adam is dating a guy named Alistair, who isn't a big fan of me. Adam wants us all to be friends and hang out all the time, but Alistair is NOT social. The night usually ends with Adam and me talking about a movie or sport and then Alistair putting his arm around Adam and walking away.
"Jess, come on." He said in a smooth voice. "Jessie, what are you staring at?" I finally came back to reality to see Adam sitting very close to me. "Come on Jess, we have to clock out and go home." We both work at a diner in London, and have a flat together. "Alistair is going to meet us at the restaurant." His smile is so beautiful; I didn't even remember that we had dinner plans with Alistair. Great. "Oh. Alright, yeah, I was just tired." I tried to sound convincing, but he saw through it. "Are you okay? We don't have to go if you're feeling sick." He put one arm around me and felt my forehead for a fever. "No, no, I'm fine. And if I suddenly feel sick then you guys can just go and have a real date." Adam's eyes narrowed. "Okay, I know that Alistair isn't your biggest fan, but you know how much he means to me. Can you please try to get along with him?" I have tried, Adam! I smiled, "For you? Of course!"
We walked down two streets to our flat. Walking with Adam was amazing, even though we weren't talking much. We got in and started to prepare for our dinner. Adam came out of his room in a simple, purple shirt and tight pants. Even when he was in his simplest outfits, I could stare for hours.
We walked down three streets and went into some restaurant I couldn't remember the name of. Alistair was waiting at a table set for three with his head in his hands. He looked extremely upset. Adam went over and gave him a hug. Alistair accepted the hug, but stared at me with hard eyes. I bit my lip. "So how long did it take this one to get ready?" He wasn't asking anyone in particular. Adam spoke for me, "Calm down, it was my fault. It takes a long time to look this good." I laughed, but Alistair held his face. Then we all sat down to order.
Dinner was horrible. Adam and I were the only ones talking, as usual. But after dinner was over, Alistair paid his portion and left without saying goodbye to either of us. Adam looked slightly hurt, so I reached for his hand to hold. "He seemed a little upset from the start. I'm sure it has nothing to do with you." Adam nodded. Then he let his head fall.
Ever since Adam started dating Alistair, Adam has started to be more insecure. He's always trying to impress Alistair.
I stood up and told Adam that we should get home. It was almost complete silence walking home until Adam spoke up,
"Jess I need to ask you something. Do you think Alistair's a good guy?"
I looked at him, confused. "Why do you ask that? You're the one dating him."
"Well yeah," He smiled and ruffled his hair, "But, tonight, I was thinking. He treated you horribly. I felt like he didn't respect either of us. And I don't want—" He paused.
"Don't want what, Adam?"
He stopped in his tracks and took a deep breath. I stopped too, and when I did, he gave me a huge hug. I was surprised at first, but his coat was so warm and I could feel his breath on me. He sorta pulled away, but still held me at arm's length.
"I just wanted to say that you've been such a great help to me through everything. I—"
And before he could finish, something incredible happened. There was a blue flash of light and a very loud screech. Then there was a huge crash. I couldn't believe what I saw. It looked like a blue 1960s telephone box. I ran towards the crash and Adam followed.
I was right.
It was a blue telephone box. I looked into the sky to look for where it came from. How could it get here? How did it fly down the streets of London and no one notice? What is it?
As if answering my questions, the doors of the telephone box popped open and a man stuck his head out.
"Hello there! Could you help me out a bit?" How could this be happening? Phone boxes are really small, only big enough to hold one, maybe two, people. This looked way bigger than it should…
"And exactly who are you?" Adam said, the first thing he's said since this happened.
"Oh, sorry! My mistake, I'm the Doctor."