Bring Back The Sun, Our Lady Peace
Adrianna walked around the baggage claim, she was supposed to come pick her up 15 minutes ago and she still wasn't here. She didn't know what she'd do if Phil showed up to get her, she'd kill Soph but other than that it was a blank.
"Dee?" She turned around and grinned at her best friend.
"Holy crap Dee, you look great!" She didn't feel great, but she would take any compliment she could get. "You cut your hair!?" Sophie grinned at her, running her hands through Dee's now super short hair as she smiled. "Yeah." Dee smiled, Of course it was great seeing her best friend again but, as much as she hated to admit it. She wanted to see him. She needed to see him.
"How's Colt?"
"Shattered." Sophie sighed. Understandably. His mentor was dead and his best friend in pieces.
"Okay sweetheart, let's go." Sophie led her out to the car, while holding an arm around her waist. "I like the birds, by the way." Sophie smiled. Adrianna smiled back at her, looking down at the two bird tattoos on either side of her collar bone.
The car ride wasn't a long one, Sophie talked 90 of the time and occasionally asked for Adrianna's opinion on what she was saying, not that she was paying real attention to anything. The second the car pulled onto the street, at about 50 km's over the speed limit by you. Sophie threw her palm against the horn, blasting it as they drove past her house. She stopped the car and suddenly everyone appeared in the door way. Cena, Randy, Morrison, Colt, Alex, Marie, Izzy, all waving at her. She got out of the car and smiled at them.
Alex ran to the white picket fence. "Say your hello's later, go see Phil."
Adrianna smiled at them and nodded, she began to walk the block to reach their... his house.
When she finally reached the house, she couldn't move. Sophie was right; there he was, sitting on the porch, with his headphones firmly in his ears. She took a deep breath and softly opened the gate, closing behind her. She walked as softly as she could up the gravel pathway.
With one foot firmly planted on the stairs, she got up onto the porch.
"You look beautiful."
She laughed and shook her head, her short way hair falling into her face. She pulled her white tank top down so it sat properly and adjusted her blue jeans. "I didn't think you noticed I was here."
He pulled out the headphones and threw his I-pod to the ground with a thud. "It died about an hour ago, I just didn't want to get up." Silence. He sat on one of their shitty fold up chairs, leaning forward with his head down and his elbows on his knees. She stood in front of him, about a meter away with her arms crossed.
She put her bag on the ground and sighed.
"Sophie called you?" He asked.
"Yes." He laughed.
"Man, they have to learn to mind their own business-"
"You broke his jaw. You broke his nose and apparently, fractured one of his ribs Punk. It's a bit of an alarm bell when you're so called 'emotionless.'" He finally looked up at her and she had to keep herself from cringing. He really didn't look great at that moment. His beard was starting to show up, his eyes were red and bloodshot. His hat and hoodie were dirty, and by the looks of it, he didn't give a shit.
"You called me punk." She took a small step towards him and smiled, never once in their relationship had she called him that, even when he asked her to.
"I'm sorry about Ace..." Phil looked down again and sighed. "I can't believe he's gone ya know? He was always there for me. For colt, for everyone..." Adrianna took his hat off, running a hand through his hair as he spoke before running her hand down to his face. She smiled as he let out a long breath of air as her hand brushed against his cheek.
He looked up into her eyes, the way the sun was setting behind her made it seem like she were glowing. She smiled at him and stroked his cheek softly. He put his head down again as something wet touched her hand, sliding down and falling down to the wooden floor like a raindrop. "I'm so sorry, Phil." He shook his head and pushed her hand away, wiping his own eyes. He choked back the tears that so desperately wanted to flow. "Not your fault." He said, picking up her hand, playing with her so called 'sausage' fingers that he loved so much. "No. But I have a feeling I may have been a contributing factor so your little anger problem." He smiled and wiped his face.
They stood there in silence for a moment, looking straight into each others eyes. He couldn't lie to her, not after everything they had been through.
e couldn't lie to her, not after everything they had been through
Suddenly, he tugged her arm, aiding her to take that final step towards him. He lay his head on her stomach and wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her as close as he could without hurting her. She couldn't help but feel horrible. There she stood, practically a new person, almost moved on and there sat the man she loved, who she still admittedly had feelings for, miserable and on the verge of a mental breakdown.
"God. I am so sorry." She sighed as she ran her hands through his hair. She turned to see the entire group standing at the fence, watching as if it were some crappy soap. She removed one of the hands from his head and flipped the bird. Colt gave the ok sign and shoe'd everyone away. What a weird man.
He held her tighter as his tears began to soak through her thin shirt. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." He whispered into her stomach. She leant down and kissed his head. "You have nothing to be sorry for, sweetie."
Still, he held her tight as his cries subsided. "Is there anything I can do?"
She cringed the second she said it, she was better off saying nothing at all.
He lifted his head up and stared her right in the face and with a stern, meaningful look.
"Stay."
She looked to the roof, not being able to look into his eyes without wanting to cry.
"Anything but that."
He raised an eyebrow at her, letting go of the death grip on her hips.
"You know I can't."
"Why not?"
She shook her head and almost laughed, such a stubborn bastard.
"Because. I don't want to hurt myself anymore, Phil." Ouch.
"So being around me hurts you?" He stood up, she cringed and placed her hands on his chest, trying to get him to sit down again. Their bodies were so close to touching it almost hurt. He looked down on her, his eyes lazily narrowed and his mouth in that casual smirk. "No, I just mean..." She looked to the floor and studied her feet, what could she say.
She didn't have to say anything.
"Fine then. Sleep with me."
"Pardon me?" She said, snapping her head up to look into his face, letting her mouth hang open after she said it. He let out a chuckle.
"If you want to help me, and I know you do by that guilty little look in your eyes. You'll stay the night, and you'll sleep with me-" He smirked his way through the sentence, before leaning down to place a kiss on her lips. She rolled her eyes as he pulled away from her.
"Or who knows what I'll do? Better put me on suicide watch, right?"
"That's not funny." She snapped, just the way that Sophie had on the phone to her. Phil made his expression more serious.
He took a deep breath and crossed his arms over his chest. "Alright, if sleeping with me causes that much pain. Just, humor me and... stay until the funeral." Dee shook her head, stubborn bastard.
"If I haven't changed your mind in a couple of days, I'll buy you the plane ticket back to LA..." He said, looking away from her as if it weren't a big deal, shrugging his shoulders.
She took a deep breath. It would give her a chance to tie up a few loose ends, hang out with the girls, and then he would pay? Can you say best deal ever? "Fine."
"Fine to sleeping with me, or-"
"Get your mind out of the gutter Philip, Fine to staying in your spare room"
"We don't have a spare room; we've never had a spare room..."
She rolled her eyes and stepped away from him.
This was going to be a long couple of days.
