Adam's POV
I was so stupid. So fucking stupid. Why was I stuttering and acting all nervous? I wasn't this way around Drake on our first date, and I was stuttering like an idiot! Was it because Tommy made me nervous and Drake was so cool and collected? What am I saying? Tommy was so docile; he was just a little off that's all. Okay, maybe that's a little mean, I mean; it's not as if he was off, he was just different. And I loved that about people. If you're the same as everyone else, what's the fun in that? Why the fuck am I like this? Why can't I just not be that shy little emo freak I was in high school? He probably thinks I'm an idiot. At least I'm paying for everything. Yea, Adam, paying for everything will make up the fact you're being a fucking retard. Good job.
When we got into the room that was showing the movie, Tommy sat at the very back in the dark corner. Great; fantastic for a horror movie. Can't fucking wait…But I cannot act like a wimp. Tommy can obviously stomach this stuff, so I have to try and not be rude or weird about it because I'm not. I just have to try to enjoy it. Endure this undying torture of watching other people be tortured. Makes perfect sense, right? Damnitt, why am I so awkward?
I sat down next to him, handing him his water and taking the popcorn from his hands, propping it in the middle for both of us. He seemed rather happy, and he glanced at me. I looked back and I noticed that his eyes held a dark feature about them. Like there was a mysterious presence lurking deep within him. Yep, I can get pretty poetic when I want to be. Once you're an emo, you can never not be one. There's always that tiny little aspect about you. Not that I'm going to complain, it helps me write songs and shit.
"Are you okay with horror movies?" he asked and I shrugged, not entirely sure how to respond. I kind of wanted to tell him the truth, but then again I didn't because I didn't want him to think I couldn't handle it and we had to leave. The last time I watch a horror movie was with Kris in our dorm. In addition, I hated it. I recalled loving them when I was a teenager, but I grew out of that phase—obviously, Tommy didn't. However, I couldn't actually sit here and tell Tommy I was a pussy and didn't like gore and shit, so I fibbed. A little fib about myself wasn't going to ruin this date. No, he chose it so I have to respect that. I'm not gonna be selfish and make him go somewhere else with me. Push comes to shove, I just have to leave and we'll never see each other again. Only meaning that this relationship had no potential in the first place.
"Um…yea, love 'em," I said, and he grinned, seeming to believe me. I knew I would just have to suck it up and watched people be killed. It's not that bad right? When I watched it with Kris, he seemed to hate it just as much as me and then we switched it off and had hot, wet, kinky, gay sex. Alright, shut up, I lied, but whatever. I wish but he was a married man. Screw me for finding a straight male attractive.
"What's your favorite movie?" he asked and I gulped, blushing and looking at the ground, shrugging. He sighed, "Dude, don't be so fucking nervous, okay? I'm not gonna eat you!" he said with a chuckle and I blushed even more, blinking and looking up at the movie previews. They went by in a blur and I didn't really pay attention to them.
Then, when the movie actually did begin, I wished it hadn't. I hated seeing all this gore and shit and I kept flinching, and gripping onto the popcorn, hugging it close to my chest, biting my tongue. Tommy laughed at it! He laughed at that poor girl getting her head chopped off! How fucking morbid is that? What's wrong with him? Jesus…I mean, don't get me wrong, his laugh was luscious and I loved it, but the context it was used in was just terrible and I wanted to know what he found so fucking hilarious about it! This little girl had all her limbs cut off! That's just…fucking…FUCK. I was so engulfed in my non-morbid thoughts, that I didn't even notice Tommy staring at me.
"Dude, you okay?" Tommy asked, half way through the movie when all their organs were spilling out of their ears.
"Umm…Y-Yea, fucking great," I mumbled, looking to the side and standing up, handing him the tub of food. His eyes widened and he held onto it, looking up at me with curiosity. "I have to go to the bathroom," I said, walking out and opening the door to the room and coughing as soon as I exited. HOLY MOTHERFUCKING SHIT. That shit was terrible! I opened up my phone, dialing Allison's phone number, leaning against the wall in the lobby. I took in a deep breath, breathing heavily and trying to make my gag reflex calm down.
"Hey, Adam! What's up? How's the date?" she asked and I snorted. Do you really want me to tell you how the date is Allison? I'll tell you but then I'll have to kill you for setting me up on it!
"It's horrible Alli! He's laughing at people getting their heads chopped off, and I can't stop stuttering and…I just want to go home and sleep." I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose and frowning deeply. My hair hung over my eyes and I pushed them behind my ear, biting my bottom lip.
"Adam…it's 4:30…in the afternoon…," she said and I grunted.
"You think I care? We're just not compatible, alright, Alli? I'm sorry…" I mumbled, feeling bad for not even giving him a chance. But what else was I supposed to do, hm? We were just too opposite. Sure, I've heard the phrase "opposites attract", but it certainly didn't apply to this!
"Adam—"
"Not compatible, huh?" I froze turning around, a sheepish smile making its way to my lips. "Fuck, Adam. I asked if you liked horror movies. Ya know you could have said no, right?" he asked and I sighed, nodding and feeling ashamed. He caught me red-handed. I was so stupid!
"Well, what do you want to do?" he asked, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow. "What's your ideal date?" he asked and I heard the dial tone on my phone, knowing Allison hung up on me. Okay, so he was trying to make this better for me.
"…Um…"
"Spit it out, dude."
My left eyebrow twitched in frustration and I sighed angrily. "Fine. My fucking ideal date is going to a French restaurant and actually getting to know the person instead of sitting around watching people get their heads chopped off while the person you're supposed to be getting to know is laughing his fucking ass off!" I yelled, blushing and sighing in irritation. There, I told him, and he should get mad at me for snapping at him. That's the end of it. I knew I was cursed with love.
However, instead of getting mad, he laughed and impishness gleamed in his eyes. "See, that's the kind of fire I love in a guy. Come on, Adam. We'll go to a French restaurant and you can get to know me inside and out—" he paused, realizing what he said and a blush crossed his face. SUCKER, IT'S YOUR TURN TO BLUSH NOW.
I laughed, opening the door for him, "I know what you mean, Thomas…" I said and he rolled his eyes, making his way towards his white Mustang. It was pretty beat up and old, but he didn't seem to mind. He walked to the passenger's door, opening it with a smirk and gesturing towards the inside.
"Come on Mr. Lambert. You shall give me direction to this famous French restaurant," he said and I blushed, getting into the car and he closed the door, getting in the driver's seat, turning it on, the loud engine purring to life. I pulled out my phone, typing in an address and Tommy glanced over at my Droid. "That's a nice phone," he said, and if I couldn't be mistaken, I heard a hint of jealously in his voice.
"Thanks. You have an iPhone?" I asked, and suddenly regretted it when I heard a slight growl emit from his throat. "Err, never mind, I'm sorry…" I said and he sighed, shaking his head.
"No, sorry. I'm a dick. I've got anger problems or some shit, ignore me," he said, smiling and glancing at me with a slight sneer. I tensed a bit, but glanced back down at my phone, giving him directions. When we arrived at the restaurant, we both got out of the car and Tommy looked at it, a bit of a puzzled look on his face, but he shrugged it off, entering the building.
I would seem like a gentleman and make it worth his while.