Bianca's POV
When I woke up this morning, I never would have guessed that my night would end up like this. In fact, tonight's been way more fun and relaxing than spending time with Drew has ever been. Adam makes me feel so at ease, he's sat by me the entire night, only to get up to answer the door when the pizza delivery guy came and to grab plates from the kitchen. Other than that I have found him and his reassuring smile by my side. Fiona has been really chill tonight too, she and Adam have interesting back and forth banter but they never make me feel excluded.
"I'll be right back," Adam says to me while getting up to clear the plates and empty pizza boxes. After a few minutes he's back on the couch, sitting a little closer than he was before and resting his right arm on the couch above my shoulders. I find myself leaning into him and scooting close enough that we're finally touching. We're sort of cuddling on the couch but not really. This is the safest I've felt in a long time.
The finale episode of the bachelor finishes and Adam sighs in relief, "Can we please choose a different show now?" He pleads.
"How about a movie?" I suggest. Dim lights, maybe a romantic comedy, and cuddling with Adam sounds like the perfect ending to tonight.
Fiona gets up to look through the options, "How about the Titanic?"
"Pass," Adam says. I kind of agree, that movie is overrated. I mean Jack and Rose fall in love in like a week, he dies for her, and then she moves on, marries, and lives a long life? That's a crap deal for Jack.
"Okay then what about the Notebook?" Fiona suggests.
"I just endured two hours of the Bachelor, I think I need a break from the romantic shit," Adam responds.
"Fine Prince Adam, you choose" Fiona says returning to her chair.
Adam moves to get up and I can't help the pout that forms on my face. After rifling through the options, Adam picks out a movie and puts it in the DVD player, "We're watching Transformers," he informs us.
"You just picked that because you think Megan Fox is hot," Fiona accuses.
He shrugs, "No I picked it because I like the movie, Megan Fox is just an added bonus." He presses play on the movie but before sitting back down he disappears into a different room and comes back with blankets. He tosses one to Fiona and as he sits down next to me he throws the blanket over us, "I only grabbed two so you'll have to share with me," he whispers.
"I don't mind," I whisper back. His arm goes back on the couch right above my shoulders, careful not to touch. I find myself glancing at Adam periodically throughout the movie. He looks so cute right now. Needing to close the small gap between us, I whisper "My feet are cold," knowing one way he can warm me up. He looks down at me and thinks for a moment, he rearranges the blanket and scoots closer so his feet can warm mine up. Our legs are touching and because of the closer proximity I can hear his heart beating fast. Am I making him nervous? I decide to test this theory by resting my head on his chest. He responds by moving his arm down from the couch and onto my shoulder, pulling me a little closer to him. This is more like it, he's good at cuddling.
I almost fall asleep during the movie, not because I'm bored but because I'm so comfortable next to Adam. When the movie finishes, Fiona gets up to eject the DVD and Adam unexpectedly gets up from the couch.
He asks, "Hey Fi, can I take a shower?"
"Sure, there's a shower in your room," she says back. Adam smiles at me before heading off in the direction of the bedroom. Fiona takes a seat the couch. It definitely doesn't feel as nice as when Adam's next to me. "So," she says.
"Yeah?" I ask not knowing where this is leading.
She smiles and says to me, "You and Adam looked cozy."
I laugh at that, "Yeah we were," I say not trying to deny it or anything.
"Was that his doing or yours?" She asks curiously.
"It was mutual effort," I answer. It's funny, I've never had anyone to talk to about boys. It's even stranger that I'm talking about a boy that's not my boyfriend. It feels nice though.
"Are you two actually going to sleep in the guest bedroom tonight?" She asks suggestively while wiggling her eye brows.
"Fi, I have a boyfriend," I answer. I don't know when we became close enough for me to call her Fi, but it felt natural and she didn't seem to mind.
"Do you?" She asks seriously. I don't know, for now I guess I do. I haven't talked to Drew since I left and I haven't checked my phone either, which is sure to have hundreds of texts and calls from Drew.
"I don't know," I answer. Because Fiona never asked for details about what happened, she has no idea what went down between Drew and I, but something inside me feels like I can tell her, "Things didn't end well between us when I left the house."
I brought it up so it doesn't bother me when she asks the obvious question, "What happened?"
"Uh we were hooking up in his bedroom, and when I told him to stop, he didn't. I didn't know what was going to happen. Then next thing I know Adam's in the room and pulling Drew off of me," I say giving her a brief recap of the story.
"I'm so sorry Bianca," she says genuinely, "I know what that's like and no one should ever feel that helpless."
"You know what that's like?" I ask slightly confused. Do girls try to rape each other?
"Yeah. Before I knew I was gay, before I dated Adam, I dated a lot of douche bag guys, one in particular was named Bobby. It was a toxic and abusive relationship and it was hard to escape. I'd never felt so helpless and trapped in my life," Fiona says. Wow, I never would have guessed that the girl who looks so put together at school actually went through tough shit.
"Oh wow Fi, that's rough. I'm sorry," I say trying to sound comforting.
"It's okay, it's in the past," she says, "Looks like we have more in common than we thought." After a minute of reflective silence, with both of us probably having flashbacks of our frightening moments, she changes topics, "I'm going to change into pajamas," she says while patting me on the leg and getting up from the couch.
After a few minutes of flipping through channels I decide that I'll change into something more comfy too. I wander around the loft and walk through a door I assume is the guest bedroom just in time to see Adam slip on a pair of shorts over his boxers. He hasn't noticed me yet so I take this moment of invisibility to observe him. I immediately notice his biceps, has he been working out? He looks good, toned. He has a nice farmer's tan which makes him look even better. Unexpectedly, he glances toward the door and catches me staring.
He smirks, "This is the second time this week you've watched me get dressed, starting to like what you see?" Adam teases.
I roll my eyes, "In your dreams," I say back playfully.
He walks toward me so that we're within reaching distance, "Then why keep watching?" He says throwing in a wink.
"Because," I pause trying to think of something witty to say but failing. I can't focus when he's standing so close to me.
"Because you like what you see," he jokes.
This causes me to roll my eyes again, "You wish," I say, "Now get out, I want to change," I say while pushing him toward the door, mainly because I wanted an excuse to touch him.
"I don't get to watch? Not fair," he says in protest. After another gentle push from me he leaves and shuts the door behind him.
Realizing that I packed for a weekend with Drew, I only have lingerie for sleepwear. After a moment of debate, I decide the best thing to do is to rifle through Adam's bag for clothes I can wear. I pick out a large T-shirt and a pair of his boxer shorts, hope he doesn't mind.
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Adam's POV
I walk back out to the living room and see Fiona channel surfing, "Find anything good?" I ask while taking my seat on the couch.
"Not yet," she replies. A few seconds go by before she says, "So you like Bianca?" She asks, but it sounded just as much like a statement as it did a question.
"What makes you say that?" I ask slightly put off by the question.
"Come on, you two have been inseparable tonight," Fiona says.
"Nu uh," I say defensively.
"You were cuddling on my couch," she points out.
Fiona is the one person that knows me better than I know myself. She can read me like a book and is the only person who truly understands me. There is no point in lying to her. I sigh at the realization of this, "Okay Fi, I like Bianca. Happy now?" I ask, slightly annoyed that she got me to confess my feelings.
"Yes," she answers with a smile.
"Good, that makes one of us," I say with a pouty tone.
"I'm not happy because you told me, I'm happy for you and Bianca. I think you should give it a chance," Fiona says. If only it were that simple.
"Fi, she's dating my brother," I deadpan. No matter how this all goes down, it will end badly for one of us. I hate love triangles. And besides, I still don't know if I'm ready to put myself out there again.
"Adam, this could be your guy's moment, don't let it pass you by," Fiona says.
Not another word is said because Bianca appears from the bedroom, wearing my clothes? I look her up and down, slightly confused as to why she's wearing my Skillet band shirt and favorite boxers. Not gonna lie, she looks better in those clothes than I ever have.
Bianca says, "I didn't have appropriate sleep attire, hope you don't mind I borrowed some of your clothes." A daydream occurs where I envision what it would be like to have a morning after with Bianca, her walking around in my clothes while I make her breakfast, us being all lovey-dovey.
A smile spreads across my face, "I don't mind," I say as she sits next to me on the couch. Fiona puts in another movie, 27 Dresses, her choice of course. Bianca and I get comfortable, but not as cozy as earlier. I think about my conversation with Fiona. Maybe this is our moment, and everything leading up to it was meant to happen so that we could be together now. Maybe fate wants us to take this chance. But then again, maybe this whole attempt at a relationship will crash and burn. Leaving me with a brother than hates me and girlfriendless. Halfway through the movie, around 11pm, I notice both Fiona and Bianca have fallen asleep. Figures, they put in a chick flick and fall asleep before finishing it. I reach for the remote and turn off the TV.
Not entirely sure how to precede, I weigh my options. I could wake both of them and tell them to go to bed. I could leave them here to sleep. Or I could move them to their respective bedrooms and crash on the couch myself. I decide on the latter.
I pick Fi up first, careful not to wake her, and carry her to her bedroom. I reach down with one hand and pull back the covers, gently lie her down, and pull the covers back over her, "Night Fi," I whisper as I turn off the lights and head back to the living room.
I walk over to Bianca and put one arm around her shoulders and the other under her legs. I lift her off the couch, her head now resting on my shoulder, and walk toward the guest bedroom. As I lie her on the bed I hear her mumble something inaudible." For a second I think she's awake, but her eyes never open. As I pull the sheets over her I hear her mumble again, "Adam."
Thinking she's awake, I whisper, "Yeah Bee?" But she doesn't respond. It dawns on me that one, she speaks in her sleep, and two, that she might be dreaming about me. I turn out her lights and move back to the living room where I recline on the couch, stretching myself out, and grabbing a blanket to throw over me.