(Sorry for not updating regularly. I just write when the muse strikes. But i hope you all enjoy it, and I hope you all love Olive and Adam like i do! I'm going to try to start on part 3 but it may take me a while. I love you guys! Thank you all for the great reviews on the first chapter. :D I appreciate each and every one of you. Til next time ;) Enjoy!)

When Olive woke up the next day, she couldn't think. Her mind was hazy and her vision was blurry. She was hung over and that was all she could tell was wrong. She was sure though that where she was, was not her home. In fact, it looks like somewhere she has never been before.

The dark haired man that had got her last night walks in about the time she attempts to stand up. He beams at her and tilts his head. "Good evening love." He says with a genuine tone. He's sweet, Olive would give him that, but if he had done anything to her she was prepared to take action into her own hands and kick his ass right now.

"Thank you, I guess. Good evening?" She raises a brow at him. His manner has changed a lot since last night.

"Yes Love it's close to 10:30 p.m. You slept all day." He grins at her again, and she raises a brow. Was she really that wore out? Had work really been that shitty before she hit the bar last night?

She sighs, looking down at her hands in her lap. "Something wrong love?" The man inquires as he makes his way towards her. She looks up at him and glares. "Why do you keep calling me love?"

"If you don't like it, I can stop." He smirks at her, and sits down on the couch beside of her. She looks around and sees a lot of old records and head phones, and she also notices a guitar. She turns her attention to him, and shakes her head. "No, it's the nicest anyone, has ever called me."

He bites into his lip, and then shakes his head. "I'm sorry that no one has ever.."

"It's alright." She said sharply. She wasn't one to have anyone pity her, much less let a member of the opposite sex. She despised most men, and that, well that was due to her father. Growing up she really had no dad. It was just her and her mom. Olive didn't feel bitter about her father no, she loved him. He was a dead beat, unless he had something to gain, he didn't give a shit. Up until she was eighteen she adored the man. After that though, she became what she is now, cold. Olive was just an accident, or so he would tell her mother.

"Olive?"

"How do you know my name?"

"I checked your I.D."

"You what? You went through my stuff?"

"Yes…I."

"Oh no, no, no. You are a creep and you are going to let me out of here."

"You can't leave."

"Oh yeah. Watch me."

Olive stood up fast, and was soon on the floor. She was shaking and her knees couldn't hold her up. What was in her drink last night?

"Love,"

"What did you do to me?"

"What?"

"What. Did. You. Do. To. Me?"

"I.."

Olive groans as the pain in her neck, literally, begins to throb. It sends chills and lashes of pain up and down her back. She turns and looks at Adam who is now standing, and holding a hand out to assist in helping her stand up.

She raises a brow at Adam, and attempts to stand up on her own again. Once again more pain from her neck sends waves through her body, and she is stuck sitting against the couch on the floor. "Adam, what are you? And what did you do to me?"

"I'm a musician."

"And what you did to me?"

Olive grumbles as she sits. If he wasn't going to cooperate, neither was she. He was beginning to get on her bad side, more so now than what he had last night.

"If you want the truth you're going to have to trust me. It wasn't on purpose, I wanted to save you. To give you something to live for. You're beautiful love. I want to spend the rest of my life saving you."

She looks at him puzzled before holding up a hand. "You want to spend the rest of your life with me, basically what you're saying?"

"In a matter, yes. Could you handle that?"

"I don't even know you dude, so please just tell me why I feel like shit, besides having too many drinks last night, and I will be on my way."

"In time."

"In time? In time, what the hell does that mean? Adam!"

By the time she was done speaking, Adam had left the room. He had went outside and locked the door, bolted it from the outside. She was stuck there with nothing to do, and no one to talk to until he got back. Who knows how long it will take him doing God knows what? Or where he went at that matter. Olive grunts as she pulls herself back up onto the couch. While she's here, she figures make herself at home. That's exactly what she is planning on doing.