A/N: Hello all! I am going away for the weekend, so I really wanted to get a new chapter to both of my stories (this and 'The Last of Adam' up, but so far, only this is ready. Anyway, this chapter gets a tad bit sappy at the end, but whatever. It was fun to write. Enjoy!
Dedication: To IAmMadlyInLoveWithJohnnyDepp, because she reviews basically everything I write (for one) and two, I think she is just pretty super. Also, because she is just as obsessed with Adam as me, so that's always a plus! Cheers!
'Oh, fuck.' Was all I could think as my heart jumped into my throat. 'Oh fuck, fuck, fuck.' I didn't have to turn around to know who the voice belonged to. It was the same voice that had been littering my dreams and thoughts for the last five months. The same voice that called to me in the bathroom in some final attempted to assure me. The same voice that saved my life.
"Adam!" The voice flowed from my back. I clenched my jaw and turned around, immediately being encased in a large and overwhelming hug. I barley had enough time to wrap my arms around him before we broke apart, and he had me by the shoulders looking at me with those crystal blue eyes I loved so much. Under any other circumstances, I would have probably died right there, but I could feel my girlfriend's eyes boring into the back of my neck and I could feel that my knees were shaking, like they always do when I'm terrified. But why was I so scared? I just bumped into a friend at the park, nothing scary about that. I felt a warm blush creep over my face. He pulled me into another hug.
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"It really has been to long." Lawrence mumbled as his hands traced along Adam's back, finally letting go. A perfect smile radiated from the doctors face, his blue eyes sparkling more then ever. Adam smiled sheepishly and nodded towered the girl on his left.
"Uh, Lawrence.. This is my girlfr-" Adam began, but was briefly cut off by the girl.
"I'm his girlfriend." The woman started, wiping a lock of purple hair from her thickly made-over eye. "Danielle." She wretched her hand towards Lawrence, who took it and shook politely.
"Oh…" His voice trailed off, and Adam's noticeably red face fumed into a deep crimson. Lawrence winked at him and stated his name, occupation and a few other details that no one really paid any attention too.
"The doctor from the bathroom!" Danielle continued on, lightly nudging Adam out of the way, her eyes immediately sliding to his feet. "You're the one that.."
"Yes," Lawrence said harshly, obviously growing tiered of the conversation already, "It's mush better now. I, uh, have some sway at the hospital and they were able to get me fitted for a mechanical foot almost right away."
Both Adam and Danielle nodded. Adam casually slipped his hands into his pocket and tapped his foot on the ground to a beat only he could hear.
"So, how are you?" Lawrence ventured, turning his attention to Adam once more. The boy looked up, and mumbled something under his breath. Danielle shot him a look of venom.
"What the hell is wrong with you Adam?" She sighed, and glanced at the blanket she had already set up. "Go talk with you're…" She looked Lawrence up and down, her eyes once again lingering on his foot. "…Doctor Friend, I need to get this all set up anyway."
She gave him a gentle shove in the shoulder and set to work, opening containers and laying out juice boxes. Adam looked up at Lawrence who gave him a reassuring nod and set of down the grass. The two men walked in silence for a couple of minutes, both just feeling each other's presence. Adam's eyes shifted from the ground, to Lawrence's face, then back to the ground. The Doctor smiled lightly when he noticed. After a bit of time, they came along a park bench, Adam stopped and sat down. He didn't particularly want Lawrence to know how out of shape he was. Lawrence sat down beside him and watched as Adam lit a cigarette and inhaled deeply, a temporary look of satisfaction washing over his face.
"Its going to kill you, you know." Lawrence mumbled, letting the inner doctor in him prevail. Adam's blissful look disappeared and he looked upon the cigarette in his hand with despise.
"Yeah, well…" Adam shrugged. He had tried quitting before, but somehow he always ended up with a cancer stick in between his lips. Adam lifted the cigarette to his mouth and took another drag. Lawrence shook his head and grinned, allowing his blonde hair to caress his face. Adam couldn't take his eyes off of him.
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Why the hell am I feeling this way? Why am I acting like this? If it had been anyone else other then him criticizing my smoking habits, I would have flipped them off and carried on my grand why. Why does he make me feel like I can do anything, if I put my mind to it. Oh my fucking God, I shouldn't want him. I shouldn't even be here. We are friends, that's all. What would he say if he knew what you were thinking right now? I am so pathetic.
"Uh, Adam?" His voice interrupts my thoughts. It is only then that I realize I had been staring at him with a look on my face that probably made me look like a mental patent. I felt my blush return.
"Yeah, sorry I…" I manage to say, "I was thinking of… stuff. I was thinking of stuff." Way to go Adam, you sound like a ten year lying to their mother. I am absolutely useless. Lawrence's soft chuckling filled my ears and I felt his warm palm glide over my arm.
"Same old Adam." He smirked. Oh great, so I sound like this all the time?
"How's Allison?" I begin, unable to think of anything better to say. A grave look crossed Lawrence's face.
"We're, uh, getting a divorce actually." Lawrence explained. My heart jumped a little and it took all I could to keep from smiling foolishly. What kind of person am I if I get pleasure out of something like this. Oh fuck. "… She says she can't deal with me anymore. That I have been different since I've come out of the bathroom, just not in the way she had hoped…" His voice trailed off and he shifted his arms over his chest.
"God, I'm… I'm so sorry Lawrence." I offered and took his hand, my fingers gripping his. Just touching him made my heart beat faster.
"I'm not, really." He replied, never letting go of my hand, "It was… time, if you know what I mean.
I nodded softly and watched as wiped a stray tear from his eye. Before I could really think about what I was doing, I had wrapped him in my arms and was stroking his hair as he cried into my shoulder. Having him there so closed to me, we had a connection, the same one I had felt in the ambulance. He really was the only person I ever truly wanted to hold, and for now, I could do so without being ridiculed. Without him growing suspicious. I hoped my body language would say what I didn't want it to. That I wanted to be with him. That I was falling for him. That it would say the words I dared not speak. Lawrence had a hand on my neck by now, and his cheek was on mine. I never wanted to let go.
Okay folks, its time to click that little old button that I love so much. Things are about to get rather steamy around here with our two leading men… but only if I get those reviews, ha ha! Please, please, pretty please? Thanks everyone!