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A/N: Thanks for the reviews, I loved the feedback. Hoping you guys like this chapter, it's more serious because Julie is finding some answers, but there's still slight a comedic sense to it still. I hope you guys like it, sorry it's a tad long, and please tell me what you think, keep those wonderful reviews coming!

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I stopped breathing, while he stared at ground, unsure of what to say, and me unsure to make out what his face was feeling. He looked up at me saying, "Okay?" Is he upset? Is he just saying that? Does he mean it? Julie, examine harder. "Okay." He was surer that time, and he gave a shrug, with a half smile. Ah, the Adam Banks I remember. "So you wanna hang out today? Like friends? I mean, we are friends, but I mean like hanging out, without the more than friends thing." He frowned a little, "Do you get what I'm saying?"

Yes, this is definitely still my Adam.

"Yeah," I gleamed at him. "Where to?" I walked past him, and into the hallway, knowing that he was smirking behind me.

He ran up to me and shrugged, "I don't know, Chuck E Cheese?" I laughed, and he joined with me.

"Wait," I said, and he looked at me.

"I wasn't serious," He leaned forward to make eye contact with me. "Julie, really, let's not. I was making a joke, just a joke, not a suggestion. We can't-"

"C'mon, Adam!" I said running down the hall, as he moaned, and ran to catch up.

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"I can't believe we are waiting in line for Chuck E Cheese," Adam looked around us, making sure that it was only little kids and parents there.

"It was your suggestion," I looked at him, without a smile, with no laughs, and he stared at me.

"Julie," He said, before I gave into a smile. "You, Julie Anne Gaffney." I wasn't really sure what meant, but hey, he said my full name. It's kind of like when your standing at the alter and you're 'soon to be, in a few minutes' husband says, "I, Banksie," that's what he'll call himself, "take you Julie Anne 'The Cat' Gaffney." Ah, martial thoughts, how you treat me well.

When reaching the front of the line, the teen, chewing her gum, stared between me and Adam. I stuck my hand out, and she stamped, and then she looked at Adam, who stuck his arm out very slowly, and she gave him two stamps. We walked through, and Adam made his way to the coin machine, taking out his wallet.

"What are you doing?" I asked, and he looked down at me.

"I thought you'd wanna play games," He said, and I giggled. How cute.

"No, I want to eat here. They have great food," I said, and he sighed. "I'm not crazy enough to go into the ball place." He nodded, following me to get food, "We'll save that for next week."

"Very funny," He said, and I turned to look at him. "Right, not a joke."

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"Now that you're filled with food, and had about five little kids go up to you and make conversation, what do you wanna do now?" Adam asked, while we walked to the bus stop, our stomachs stuffed from breadsticks, and pepperoni pizza.

I looked up at him, staring at the eye color that matched mine, and the smile that was on his face, "I just wanna hang out with you." He looked down at me, as I melted.

"Wanna watch a movie?" He asked, voice cracking, embarrassment flooding his face afterwards.

"Yeah, where at?"

He shrugged, and suggested, "My house? It's only 3 blocks away from here."

"Sounds good," I said, before he took my shoulders, and spun me around. "What- Where?"

"It's that way," He said, leading me.

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"Okay, so I got a bunch of kid movies here, because of my little brother, and a bunch of teenager movies from my older brother," Adam said, flipping through the movie, basically talking to himself, and not giving me a chance to say anything. "Oh!" He sent bending down, and checking under the TV. He pulled a movie out, and turned around with a grin, "I got Ferris Bueller!"

I smiled back at him and whispered, "You got really cute."

His face turned from excited to surprised, and he turned a shade of red, "Oh. Uh, thanks?" You could tell he wasn't told that often. "I'd tell you that you got cute, but you've always been really cute so…" He smiled as I blushed. He looked back at his movies, and mumbled, "Man, I really missed you."

With a permanent grin on my face, I looked around the room, looking at the family pictures. A mom, a dad, an older blonde brother, a cute little brother with brownish blonde hair, then Adam, my favorite Banks. I looked at him, his face serious, in truly choosing the right movie, and I asked, "How's family life been?"

He shrugged, and then looked at me, "Same thing." A sadness filling his eyes. I knew that it always killed him the way he could never live up to what his father wanted, or what his brother was. I knew how he felt.

"Same thing," I shrugged, as he did. "Why didn't we talk these past months?" I had no time to dilly dally; I needed to find out what I was going to do about me and Adam right now.

"I thought you'd want your space," He mumbled, that I could barely hear him.

"Why would you think that?"

"I thought you'd want to get over me, and the best way for you to do that was if we talked less," He said, keeping the movies in his hands, but looked at me.

I shook my head, "Well, I thought it was because you wanted to get over me."

"Nope, would never do that to you, if I didn't think it was what you wanted, or what I thought would be good for you," He said, a slight smile, then went back to searching. Put the damn movies down Adam, and kiss me.

"If you thought that it was gonna help me get over you, does that mean you were planning to get over me?" I asked, throwing the questions out into the open.

He gave a chuckle, and looked up at me, "Never thought of getting over you, for a second."

"Ferris Bueller," I said with a smirk, and patted the couch next to me, calling him by my side. "Put in Ferris Bueller."