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A/N: Ah, I know I haven't updated in a while, when I left you at such a cliffhanger of a chapter. So very sorry guys, but I hate to admit it, but I have been losing motivation for this story. So I'm going to need some feedback, maybe it'll re-spark my love for this story. I think you guys should give a galindapopular because she motivated by yelling at me in exclamation points to update this. Anyway, off to the chapter, it's long, because you guys deserve a long hefty chapter after this time. It's a bittersweet chapter, but heey, you never know what will happen later. So sorry guys, but I hope people are still reading, and please, keep those wonderful reviews coming.
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"I want to punch you so hard right now!" I yelled at Adam, whose jaw dropped like a woman's. "Shut up! Just shut up! I hate that you're on varsity! Stop talking about it!"
"Then why did you tell me you were fine with it?!" Adam yelled back, as both of us were yelling furiously and our heads were shaking as we used the loudest voices we've ever used on each other.
"Because I want you to be happy!"
"Making you happy is what makes me happy!" He yelled back, my arms and his arms flying above our heads, and then falling down in frustration.
"Help," Charlie moaned, cheek against the door. We were in this room for quite a while, but no one could exactly know the exact time since there wasn't a clock in here. No one answered Charlie's cries for help, and Charlie stopped yelling for help maybe thirty minutes ago. He also grew tired of the aggravated thoughts me and Adam threw back at each other. We were having the same argument over and over again. I swear I really did want to ring his neck. Where the hell is my Banksie? Is he even in there anymore?
I sighed, as me and Adam looked at each other, pausing our argument to reassure Charlie that he wasn't going to die with us, the bitter couple.
"Charlie?" I asked, approaching him with caution. I didn't know if he was going to retaliate from hunger and bite me or something.
"Yeah Charlie, you okay?" Adam asked, me and him very aware that we were standing close to each other
Charlie slowly looked back at us, and we weren't sure if he was ready to pounce or cry. He pouted and we sighed in relief. "I'm hungry," He took his cheek off of the door, and sat against it. "I want to pee." He gave one last sigh, "I want you guys to stop fighting."
I looked at Adam, who was already looking at me. It was as if Charlie was our kid, who we were tormenting with our martial fights.
"We're sorry for fighting Charlie," I said, sitting down. If he's going to act like a kid, we might as well talk to him as one.
"Hey, do you remember when you liked Julie and acted all weird around her?" Charlie asked Banks, who looked down, cheeks turning red in embarrassment. There's my shy, stuttering Adam. He was there, somewhere there.
Adam took a glance at me, "I remember the good days."
"It was good days," Charlie said, nodding. They really were great days. The first kiss. Our first conversation on the plane. It was all the good days. I wish that Adam and I could act like we were in the good days. Stupid varsity team. Stupid Coach Orion putting him there. Breaking up the team. Stupid stupid Coach Orion.
"I hate Orion for taking you from us," Charlie said, frowning. Charlie Conway, you just read my mind. I hugged my knees closer to my body. I hated what time was doing to us all. It took me and Adam's cute little relationship as the blonde hair blue eyed couple and broke us down with time and distance. It wasn't fair.
"I wish I could go back to you guys," Adam broke the closet room silence, and I looked up at him. He was staring right at me, and I couldn't help but sigh. "But if I don't follow Varsity's stupid rules of constantly hanging out together, they'll haze me. I'm too fragile to be hazed."
Charlie nodded, "Well, that's true."
"What are we gonna do?" I asked Adam, and Charlie smiled at the whisper instead of a yell.
Adam stared at me, giving me those puppy dog eyes, "I don't know Jules."
I sat on my calves, "Maybe we should list our problems, and weigh out our options."
Charlie sat up straight, a smile still on his face, "Yeah."
"Okay," Adam said, sitting straight. "I like you."
"I like you," I responded quickly. "I have a problem you always being busy."
"I can't do anything about the problem being busy. They'll never let me play or will make my life hell," He said, quickly, his eyes getting wide at the thought of being hazed. "But if you really want me to-"
"Nope," I shook my head. "Not an option, you can't get hazed." I sighed, "I like you?"
"I like you too," He smiled at me.
"But it's not enough to really like each other, is it?" I asked, as his smile faded, and I looked down.
He sighed, "I guess not." He paused, "I really hate this."
"I do too," Stupid Orion. "I don't want to fight anymore though."
"I don-" Adam started before Charlie told us to shut up, hearing the chatter of some familiar voices.
"Connie! Guy!" Charlie yelled in excitement, standing up, and banging on the door. "Hey you two! Open the damn door! I'm dying! I'm dying from hunger and the absence of oxy-" Charlie fell forward, into Guy's arms. "Oh thank God, you beautiful man!"
Guy raised an eyebrow, carrying Charlie's weight in his arms, "What the hell is going on here?"
Charlie pointed, "Them! They fought in public and in the goodness of my heart; I wanted to give them privacy. I didn't want them killing each other so I went in there with them. How'd you open the door?"
"The janitor was just walking up and down the hall," Connie said, the janitor walking away from them. "He said he didn't hear anything for the past thirty minutes."
What? What?! I stood up, "Charlie!"
"Conway!" Adam stood up beside me, as Charlie stood up, lifting himself off from Guy. And clasped the door knob, "What are you-"
"You guys need a few more minutes, I'll give you five!" Charlie said, closing the door, trapping us into the closet.
I am going to pummel him during practice.
"Charlie Conway has a serious death wish," I mumbled sitting down on the ground.
Adam slowly sat down beside me, "Maybe its good he left us in here though." I nodded, it was good. "So what are we?"
"We can't be anything right now," I said, and Adam looked down. We didn't want to hear it, but we both knew it.
"So we can't be together anymore?" I stared seeing Adam's hand, intertwine mine into his.
"I don't think we can. We have to actually be together to be together," I said, and held my hand a little tighter. "One day, maybe."
"Yeah, maybe," Adam said, and I looked up at him. He was balancing with his feet glued to the floor, as I sat down. I smiled at the butterflies floating around in my stomach, and Adam smirked. He began leaning his face towards mine, as I simultaneously moved my face up. We smiled right before our lips touched.
Wrapping my right arm around his neck, he sat down on the ground, leaning towards me. He held my back in support just the way we kissed for the first time, as we deepened the kiss. Bliss, pure bliss. I smiled again, as the deep kiss turned into something soft and sweet. It was a good goodbye. A perfect one.