His clock radio was the thing that woke him, an old Rob Zombie song came on as his cracked open both eyes and was blinded by the sunlight drifting in through the windows. The shades had been drawn and it looked almost like the first clear day he had seen in months. Taking a second to remember where he was, he blinked away the sleep and looked around. His entire bedroom looked different in the light of day.
The sheets tangled around him, he took a deep breath and eyed his scar on his shoulder. Tiny scratch marks from the night before still showed on his chest. Smiling he then remembered what kind of night he really did have and eyed the waste paper basket beside his night stand. Hitching up on his elbows he looked around, hair sticking up and saw Amanda walk through the doorway holding two cups of coffee.
"Morning…"
Adam smiled a little as he sat up against the headboard as moved over a little bit so she could sit down. She was still wearing his sports shirt, and looking better then ever in the light.
"Thanks…"
Handing him over his steaming cup, the two smiled as he leaned over and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek.
"Where did you get the coffee?"
"You had an old can in the back of your fridge."
Smiling he took a sip and sat it down on the night stand. Staring at her, he reached over and brushed back her hair.
"I just want to thank you again…"
"For what?"
"For not leaving me alone last night, I know it was stupid."
"No, it wasn't, trust me…I had fun."
Smiling he reached over, cupping his hand behind her head and began slowly kissing her.
"Can I see you again?"
He said between kisses.
Amanda pulled back a little and stared in his eyes before rubbing the side of his neck, feeling stubble.
"Not like this…"
"Why?"
He smiled and went in for another kiss.
"Because, I have a lot going on right now and I don't think it would be such a hot idea." "So, this was a one night stand?"
Adam said smiling while raising his eyebrow, somehow he couldn't stop touching her as she laughed.
"I wouldn't say that, I'll see you again."
"When?"
"How about next week, I'll stop by…we'll do something."
Adam slid his hands underneath her shirt and began working their way up against her smooth skin.
"Can I have your number?"
She laughed while playfully biting his bottom lip.
"We'll see…now I need to get going."
But Adam really didn't want to see her go, trying his best to lower her back on the bed, she laughed and kept trying to push him away.
"Come on I'll be late…"
Pulling away, she stood up and started looking for her clothes which were scattered across the floor. Adam watched with a wide grin across his face and never felt better in his entire life. Watching her dress, he finished his coffee and slid out of bed walking her to the door.
"Hey, really…come and see me next week okay?"
She put her arms around his neck and wrinkled her nose.
"Sure…I'll see you."
"Okay rock star."
Laughing they kissed one last time as she slid out of his grip and closed the door behind her. Now alone, Adam looked around his apartment in the daylight and took a deep breath.
The rest of the day he spent cleaning out things. He went back into the closet and took an old hammer and nails a friend of his left behind and nailed the thing shut. After that he went through his dark room and decided he wouldn't fuss around in there for a while. Cleaning around he started smiling to himself…for some odd reason he felt better and couldn't get Amanda out of his mind.
Keeping the phone off the took in case Gretchen called, Adam spent the entire afternoon feeling better then he ever did before.
A day past and he left his apartment and visited a few buddies of his. They avoided the subject matter of what had happened and acted a tad strange around him. While sharing a few beers Adam brought up the fact he was seeing someone new…he didn't know much about her, but the best words to describe her was amazing.
A week past and Adam hung out with his friends more, in fact he even made it to a couple of their shows and found himself laughing and drinking again. The police hadn't called which was a good thing, and he started sleeping through again.
He was laughing more and wasn't nearly as scared to go home alone. He even found himself smiling more.
But when the day came for Amanda to visit…she didn't.
He waited and waited and still nothing.
A few days past and finally that turned into a week, and then a month.
He thought something had happened. Asking around, and going to the same coffee shop where he had seen her, no one knew her name or where she lived.
Asking neighbors around his building if they knew her, he kept getting the same answer…no.
He looked her up in the phone book…and nothing.
Soon he found himself waiting for her to call, going to sleep every night and asking himself if she really did think that was just a one night stand?
How could he had been so stupid?
His buddies tried to cheer him up after a month past, telling him she most likely was blowing through town anyways. As much as he tried to agree…he knew she just wasn't some girl he picked up and brought home. She was different and he couldn't get her out of his mind.
Another month past and he tried getting in contact with his sister…she didn't take his calls.
Knowing the rent was due, he used his digital camera and did a few favors at some local shows to earn a little extra as he tried getting through this. Somehow things weren't feeling the same as before.
Feeling almost depressed again, he tried hanging out with his friends more and keeping busy as they introduced him to other girls. But he knew it was all out of pure pity and tried to shrug off the fact Amanda wasn't coming back.
"Same old Adam…" He thought to himself.