A/N: May I be the first to say that I totally called this couple, and that if it doesn't happen, Ima hurt someone? I called it since WAY BACK WHEN, and I'm so excited for it. It's possibly my new favorite couple. Ffff, if you guys realize that I'm writing a lot of happy chapters, it's because I've been super happy lately. (Shaye3) If you wanna know why, then you can totally ask. I'm gonna start posting pictures of the characters on my profile. Who do ya'll wanna see first?

This is a very long Author's Note, I've realized, and I understand if you don't want to read it. But yeah. A lot of things are going to start setting up. I like to know what you guys want to see, because that motivates me to write. But I swear to Jesus of Suburbia, if everyone just says EClare, I'm going to shot someone in the head and totally delay any EClare-ness by five or seven chapters kthxbaiilu. 3

Adam couldn't believe it.

Wasn't it mere days ago that Eli had been creating an elaborate plan with him to ask Clare to be his Valentine? That the signature smirk still rested upon his brunette friend's face? Everything changed so quickly... And Adam was used to change, he had to admit that. But... He was used to good change. Changes to himself. Changes that he could control. But this... Being fully erased from his best friend's mind? It was pretty hard for the boy to process.

He had to get away.

That's why he agreed to help work the dance. Eli would be let out later, the hospital told him. He'd pick him up then. But, for now, he needed time to think. He had to. Being like this definitely wasn't healthy. He needed to focus his mind back on his work, which totally was lacking. Being on Science Olympians helped, too; he was given extensions in the subject on assignments because of his situation, and boy, did he need them. Even with all the help he was being given, he was still painfully behind.

And now, having to remind Eli of everything, and reteach him everything about Degrassi, Clare, himself, Julia... He could shudder thinking about it. Maybe he'd convince Eli to go to the dance. The familiar atmosphere would be good, he thought. He mentally left himself a note to do that, later, and maybe pick up some of his friend's clothes on the way. Though that'd probably be difficult; through the time they'd been friends, Eli never disclosed much about his family. He seemed like he didn't want to talk about it, so Adam never picked around that area much. The time would come.

That's why he liked hanging up decorations here with her. It was so... So simple. He kept his mind focused on making sure every task she gave him to do ended up perfectly. He wouldn't disappoint her, no. Not like so many others. It was easy, though. If he tripped in the slightly, she didn't mind. She giggled, of course, but it wasn't at him. She didn't care about anything... She merely enjoyed his company. And he enjoyed hers

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"Adam, do you think it's too dim in here?" The brunette pondered, addressing the shorter of the two. Her soft hands were covered with knitted gloves that trailed up to her shoulders, meeting a loose, cream peasant shirt that trailed over jean leggings and wrapped with a brown belt. She'd taken her shoes off earlier from running around the gym, and Adam had followed suit.

"Well, as long as people can see their dates' faces, you know? I think you should be fine, then." Adam responded lightly.

"But... It's not the face that matters, right?" Fiona replied, pausing slightly. "It's the humor..." She stopped again, taking light breaths between each of her sentences. "The intelligence... The kindness... The openness..." He didn't realize that, because of the lack of light in the room, that she had gotten so close to him.

It was, at that moment, that Gracie Torres was completely gone.

At that moment, Adam Torres took a chance.

He kissed her.

There was a second there that it was just quiet for the both of them. And in that second, what seemed like millions of thoughts ran through Adam's head. If he had made a terrible mistake. If she was disgusted. If people were staring. If she didn't reciprocate.

But then, she did.

And he could feel the weight of the world drop painfully off of his shoulders, suddenly being replaced with the feeling of everyone's eyes... But he didn't care. Maybe even, he liked it. There was no hospital. No Eli and Clare. No bullies. No fights. No anger. No Gracie.

Just Adam and Fiona.

Adam and Fiona... And the group of people that looked on. Smiles adorned a number of the faces, knowing and appreciating that something for once had gone right for the boy. In fact, every face in the room was smiling. All, that is, but one. One pair of eyes couldn't bear to look. One face was covered with a mask; a fake smile. The owner of these left the room, attempting to keep his composure. He wouldn't let him know. It came from the most unexpected of them all.

Drew wouldn't let his step-brother know how hurt he was. Everything always went right for Drew. Maybe it was karma. Maybe it was just fate. But either way, Adam wouldn't know.

By the time the decorating had finished, leaving a soft and romantic (in various ways) atmosphere in the room, the chill of the February air had begun to rush into Degrassi, leaving the few students who'd stretched their time to the absolute end, dealing with Fiona and Holly J's demands, scrambling to their lockers and grabbing coats, scarves and the like before clearing out into the brisk air.

"So..." Fiona paused, tucking her hands into her jacket pockets, her nose immediately turning pink from the cold. "How is your friend?"

Adam sighed. He knew she hadn't brought it up intentionally. It was common courtesy, after all. "He's... He's alright." Adam held the door open for her as the pair simultaneously walked down the stairs. "In truth, I initially came here to be with you, and escape that stuffy hospital and all the problems that came with it."

"Well, believe me, I'm flattered..." She smiled, taking his gloved hand in hers casually. "But... What are the problems?" Adam looked away. "I mean, if you don't want to talk about it, that's totally fine-"

"No, no, it's alright." Adam went on, regaining his eye contact with the brunette. "He can't remember a thing, to tell you the truth. He had some... Some bad things go on about a year or so ago, and he only remembers a time before that." He paused quickly to use his heel to crack a bit of ice that'd formed in their path, to be sure neither of them slipped. "He lost someone close to him, and he thought she was still alive. It's... It's really rough, because I hate having to be the one to explain everything to him."

Fiona stopped in her tracks, turning to Adam. "You've gotta know that he needs you more than anything, right now. Can you imagine that? Sitting there, alone, with no clue what to do or where to go... Or even who you are, exactly? You have to be his friend now, more than any other time before."

"I know, I know... It's just difficult."

"I understand, there... There are thing you don't want to deal with." She thought to herself for a moment. "I've had things like that." Adam appeared confused, fiddling slightly with his beanie. "At the beginning of last year, there was this guy... And he seemed absolutely perfect. That is... This is, until he started hitting me."

Well didn't Adam feel like shit now. Crawling into a hole and dying felt good right about then. "Oh my god, I-I'm sorry! Man, I didn't mean for you to-"

"The point is, Adam, that Holly J was there for me. And... And as much as I didn't want to deal with him, I had to. Holly J convinced me... And I don't regret a thing."

"So... Does that mean you'll come with me to the hospital? He's getting dismissed later on today."

Fiona smirked. "I'll check my schedule."

Adam was good with that. He wouldn't go through this alone, either.

A/N: Also, guys, if you're wondering what the title of this chapter stands for, RHS stands for Restless Heart Syndrome. I didn't want to tell you that before you read it, because it makes you wonder. If you may or may not have noticed, I'm a Green Day freak, and their music influences my life and my writing a lot. I also want to ask you guys what type of person you think I am... One of the characters in this story is based off of me physically and partially emotionally. So, guess. AND IF YOU KNOW ME AND I TOLD YOU ALREADY, DON'T GUESS. But review anyway. xoxo!