Adam's POV
Oh god, why is my head pounding? It feels like my own personal rock concert is performing inside my brain, amps cranked up to the fullest and an entire rowdy crowd in attendance. Where am I anyways? I feel around with my hands. In a bed, definitely in a bed. Maybe I made it back to Fiona's. She must have picked me up from my house or something. Why can't I remember?
After lying in bed for a few minutes, trying to fall back asleep in hopes of ridding myself of this headache, I realize the effort is futile. I'll need some water and a cold shower if I want to feel any better. I swing my legs over the side of the bed and sit up. The clock says it's already in the afternoon, I wonder how long I've been out. I let out a weak yawn and rub some of the sleep out of my eyes. I warily make my way into the bathroom for a quick shower. I take a quick glance in the mirror as I step into the bathroom, I've definitely looked better.
30 minutes later, I'm dressed and feeling a little better now that I've cleaned up. I head out to the kitchen and grab a bottle of water from the fridge. Still no sign of Fiona or Bianca. Did Bianca even make it back here last night? I was supposed to pick her up, but clearly I was incapable of doing so. Maybe she went home instead.
I notice a note lying on the kitchen counter with my name written in big letters on it. I pick it up to read it, "ADAM, Bianca and I went shopping - Princess Fiona," she signs her name in big scribbly cursive. I guess that answers my question, Bianca was here last night. How did she get here? Where did she sleep? On the couch? And since when are Bianca and Fiona shopping buddies?
I chug my water, grab another one to go, and head back to the bedroom in hopes of sleeping off the rest of this hangover. After staring at the ceiling for a solid 10 minutes, the hydration finally kicks in, my headache subsides, and I manage to drift off to sleep.
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Bianca's POV
"Do you think Adam would like this?" I ask, slightly embarrassed from being so exposed in front of strangers. I tried on a pink and black, laced corset with matching panties, per Fiona's recommendation. I do a quick spin in front of the mirror, checking myself out in process.
When Fiona suggested we lingerie shop, I definitely wasn't too excited, but now that I'm here trying on different things it's not as bad as I thought. I like imagining Adam's reaction to seeing me in certain outfits. Would he think I look sexy? More importantly, would he act on it?
"His jaw would hit the floor," Fiona answers, "You have to get that."
I do look pretty hot, I guess it's a keeper. I head back in the changing room, "Aren't you going to try something on?" I call out while getting dressed.
"No, Immy picks out my outfits," Fiona says, "That's how we keep things fresh." Ah, maybe a little too much information. Now I have the mental image stuck in my head.
I purchase the lingerie then Fiona and I head to the food court. I find a table for us to sit at as Fiona orders the food. I check my phone, still nothing from Adam. It's already past 3:00 in the afternoon, is he still asleep? I was sure that he would at least send me a text when he woke up.
Fiona walks back to the table with two trays of food and instantly notices my disappointed look, "No word from Adam?" She asks, setting down the trays on the table.
"Not yet," I say, trying to keep my voice indifferent.
"So," Fiona says nodding toward the lingerie shopping bag, "Have you thought of what it would be like to be with Adam?" She asks.
"Sure I have," I reply, taking a bite of food.
"But like realistically, I mean. You know physically he lacks some essential guy parts," Fiona says, pointing out the obvious.
"Fi, I'm eating," I say gesturing to the food in front of us. Honestly, I only want to change the subject because I don't really know how to talk about it. I have thought about it, a lot actually, but it hasn't really registered with me. I've never been with a girl, I wouldn't know what to do. Like I understand Adam's a guy and everything, but I wouldn't know how to make him feel good. This is probably everything I should be telling Fiona, she would know what to say.
She ignores my attempt at changing the subject, "Have things gotten physical between you two?" She asks.
Well let's see, there was the closet. Our first encounter. It was rushed, heated, and forbidden, but also amazing. I remember doing my best to stay quiet and suppress a moan while his lips relentlessly attacked my neck. It sparked intense feelings for me that I realized I needed to explore. Then there was the boat. It was unexpected, passionate, and romantic. It will forever be one of my favorite road trips. And there was last night, which didn't go very far before I put the brakes on it. I fell asleep in Adam's warm embrace and woke up the same way, with him holding onto me tightly.
"Maybe," I say coyly, a little smile appearing on my face as I reminisce about Adam.
"Oh god, am I going to have to burn the guest bedroom sheets?" She asks, only slightly kidding.
"No don't be ridiculous, things haven't gone that far," I say. But if this new lingerie has any say in the matter, I think things will definitely progress with Adam.
"But you're okay with everything?" Fiona asks.
"I guess so. The way I see it is, I like Adam a lot. I want to be with him in every way possible. I don't know what he's comfortable with yet, but whatever happens I'll take it in stride," I reply, managing to sum up how I feel.
"He was very cool about it when we we're together," Fiona says, "It was never awkward. I guess Adam has that ability to always put people at easy and make them feel comfortable." I totally forgot they dated, what was that, like two years ago? Nothing I should be jealous about, yet I can feel the little green monster inside of me that wants to know more.
"How far did things go between you two?" I ask casually, but inside I'm dying to know. I never pictured Adam with a different girl. I guess I never pegged him as experienced. But that would explain why he always knows what to do whenever we're together.
"It doesn't matter, it was ages ago," Fiona says, trying to dodge the question.
"Were you his first?" I ask, only showing a hint of jealousy. Keep calm Bianca, it's no big deal. You've been with other guys. There's no reason Adam shouldn't have a history with girls. At least that's what I'll try to convince myself.
"First girlfriend? No," Fiona says, avoiding my real question.
"I meant first time," I clarify. I narrow my eyes at her, I don't like how dodgy she's being. It only makes me more suspicious.
"This is a conversation you should be having with Adam," She says. "Speaking of Adam, we should probably head back to the loft. He's had the place all to himself for hours now, I need to make sure he hasn't burnt it down," Fiona says jokingly, her way of getting out of the conversation. Which was actually pretty smart because she knows how badly I want to see Adam.
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Adam's POV
My phone buzzes on the nightstand next to the bed, meaning that someone texted me. It's probably nothing important. I roll on my side, away from the phone, and tuck the pillow under my head. I don't know how long I've been sleeping but the headaches finally gone, so that's good.
My phone goes off again, but this time it's ringing which means someone's calling. I guess it is important. I grab my phone from the stand next to me and answer without even checking who's calling, "What?" I ask in a tired voice.
"Adam you need to get home now! Mom and dad said they'd be home around 5 o'clock, and it's already 4:41," Drew says urgently. Crap, I forgot about mom and dad. They don't know I spent the weekend at Fiona's.
"Shit," I say smacking my forward, "I'm on my way," I say climbing out of bed.
"You do know your cars still here, right?" Drew points out.
"Can you pick me up?" I ask while throwing all my clothes into my duffle bag.
"We can't both be gone when our parents get home," Drew says.
I zip up my bag and head for the elevator, "I'll get a ride," I say.
"Be fast," Drew says, then hangs up the phone.
I push the elevator call button repeatedly, willing it to go faster. When the doors finally open I see Fiona and Bianca standing there carrying shopping bags. Thank god they're back.
"Hey Prince Adam," Fiona greets as the two of them step out of the elevator.
I step between them into the elevator, pulling Fiona along with me, "I need to get home before my parents." I push the button that leads to the parking garage then press the one that closes the doors quickly. I glance at Bianca, "See you at school," I say as the elevator doors close. Fiona looks a little confused but doesn't complain. "Sorry I'm hijacking you, but my cars at my house," I say as an explanation and an apology.
"It's okay Adam, just take a breath," She says trying to calm down my urgency. I do as she says and take a deep breath. "Better?" She asks.
"Yeah, I'm good," I say. I notice she still has the shopping bags in her hand because I didn't give her anytime to set them down, so I offer to hold them, "I can carry those," I say reaching out and grabbing her bags.
"Oh, thanks Adam," She says appreciatively.
"Did you buy the whole mall?" I ask jokingly, noticing that the bags are kind of heavy. Who knew clothes could weigh this much? She has seven bags from seven different stores full of god knows what.
"Well you know, a girl has her needs," She says winking at me.
"Right," I say, not really getting it but understanding that it's a girl thing.
The elevator doors open and we walk to her car. I place her bags in the backseat and take a seat up front with Fiona. She starts the car and speeds off in the direction of my house.
"Bianca got some good stuff too," She says smiling at me. What is that supposed to mean?
"Good for her?" I say confused. Is there an inside joke I'm missing out on or something?
"More like good for you," Fiona says suggestively. Okay now I'm really confused.
"Why would that be good for me?" I ask. Fiona gives me a weird look before turning her attention back to the street. "Am I missing something?" I ask, clearly oblivious to whatever is going on.
"What? No. Sorry I was confused, forget it," She says dismissing the conversation. I take a hard look at her and notice she looks bothered. Like she's having an internal debate or something. I wonder what's going on inside that head of hers. Whatever it is, she isn't privy to share.
"Alright," I say giving her another confused look. That was a weird conversation. Is she hiding something from me? I don't have enough time to ponder it because a few minutes later she's pulling up in front of my house. I instantly spot my parents car in the driveway. Shit. "Thanks for the ride Fi," I say as I exit the vehicle.
"Yeah sure," She says distractedly. Why is she being so weird? The second I close the passenger she speeds off. I'm guessing she remembered something important she had to do.
I walk up to my front door and open it quietly, hoping I can sneak in and avoid getting in trouble.
My mom isn't fooled for one second, "Adam Torres where have you been?" She asks sternly from the kitchen.
"At The Dot?" I answer hesitantly.
"With a duffle bag?" She asks, pointing at the bag slung over my shoulder. "Want to try again?" She asks.
"I stayed at Eli's last night," I lie. Better she thinks I was with Eli than if she finds out I stayed at an ex-girlfriends loft, without parents, for the entire weekend.
"Why didn't you call and tell us?" She asks, still mad.
"It was spontaneous thing," I say unconvincingly. I've never been good at lying. I need to learn from Drew and Dallas.
"I see," she says folding her arms over her chest, "Well let's see, you lied about where you were and you didn't check with your father and I first to ask permission. I think grounded for a week. Sound fair to you?" She asks, not that I really have a say in the matter.
Considering that if she found out the truth about where I was all weekend the situation would be way worse, I'll take my weeks' worth of punishment. "Fair," I say nodding my head.
She sighs, knowing she won the battle, "Dinner will be ready in 10, go clean up," she says ending the lecture.
I head upstairs and drop my bag in my room. I collapse on my bed, still worn out from drinking last night. Hangovers suck. That's another thing that mom can never find out about. I hope Drew was smart enough to fill the vodka bottle with some water.
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Bianca's POV
Adam was kind of strange when he left, he hardly paid any attention to me. I don't know, maybe I'm reading into things, but I thought he'd be more excited to see me. It's probably just because he was in a rush. I'm sure he'll text me tonight and reassure me that all is right in the world.
I head into the guest bedroom to put my new clothes away and
pack up my things. Now that Adam's gone home that probably means I should leave too. I send Fiona a text telling her I'm going home and call a cab to come pick me up.
I'm in the cab when I receive a text message. Hoping its Adam, I eagerly search through my bag to find my phone. Unfortunately when I look at my screen I see it's Fiona replying to my first text, "We need to talk." We need to talk? Isn't that usually a thing someone says to someone else when they're about to have the break up conversation? No good has ever come from the phrase 'we need to talk.'
I send a short reply, "Okay."
She quickly responds, "Meet me The Dot?" Oh no, a face-to-face conversation? Now I'm assuming the worst. What's so important that she can't tell me over the phone? Or tomorrow at school?
"Sure," I reply, although really I want to say no way. I want to ignore whatever it is Fiona wants to hit me with. "Change of planes, can you take me to 3rd street?" I ask the cab driver. He just grunts in acknowledgement.
I pay the cab driver and grab my bag from his trunk. I head into The Dot and see Fiona is already sitting at a table, sipping on a latte. She looks scattered, or jittery, I hope that's just because of the coffee.
"Hey Fiona," I say reluctantly taking a seat across from her.
"Hey thanks for coming," She says cheerily but not smiling at all.
"No problem. So uh what'd you want to talk about?" I ask, getting straight to the point. I don't want to draw out whatever awful thing she has to tell me.
"Uh well, you see, I was uh talking to Adam on the drive to his house, and uh well I realized something…" She says, trailing off. Am I supposed to fill in the blank?
I assume the worst, "You realized you still like him?" I ask, feeling slightly betrayed already. I knew I could sense something between the two of them. I appreciate Fiona's guts for telling me this, and not going behind my back to steal my boyfriend, but how do I deal with this? Forbid them from seeing each other? Sadly this friendship is over before it even began.
Fiona interrupts my racing mind, "No of course not, I love Immy," She insists, "This has nothing to do with me." Phew! I sigh in relief. That's one less thing to worry about.
"So then what?" I ask, still confused. If it's not that, then what is it?
She hesitates, not sure how to continue, "Umm I don't think Adam remembers anything that happened last night," Fiona says, breaking the bad news.
I feel pain at the thought, how are my dreams already coming undone? On the outside, I manage to keep it together, "Okay, thanks for telling me," I say plainly, "Is that all?" I ask, keeping the cool, unaffected façade on my face.
"Uh yeah that's it," Fiona says, looking confused. I'm guessing she was expecting a different reaction from me. Well she's not going to get it, no more tears for either of the Torres brothers. If Adam doesn't remember, then that's whatever. Last night he told me everything that was in his heart, and just because he doesn't remember doesn't mean those feelings aren't still there. I just need sober Adam to admit them to me.
"Okay, no big deal," I say.
"Are you okay?" Fiona asks, gently reaching out to grab my hand. It was a nice gesture.
"Look Fi, just because he doesn't remember doesn't mean that none of it was real. I know how he feels about me, and once he knows I feel the same way I'm sure we'll be together," I say honestly.
She accepts that answer, "That's the right attitude," She says smiling. "So what's the plan?" She asks.
"I don't know. I'll see him tomorrow, talk to him, and see where it goes from there," I answer. It's not a grand plan but it will do.
"Sounds good, let's debrief tomorrow at lunch," She says, referring to the plan like it's a mission.
It all seems pretty simple to me, what could go wrong? The world wouldn't keep two people apart who are meant to be together, right?
A/N: Do you think this is going to fix itself? Is it as simple as Bianca thinks it will be? What do you guys want to happen? Tell me in the reviews please!