Loving Adam

Chapter 11

I woke up the next day with the biggest smile on my face. I touched my lips, the sole witness of what happened last night.

Adam kissed me.

I reached for my phone. It's 8:45 am so my parents must have left for church.

I want to see Adam again.

I dial Laura's number.

"Babe!" she picks up on the first ring, "I was just going to call you. Are you alright?"

I smile, "I think I am more than alright."

"Oh no," she sounds suspicious, "What happened?"

I told her about the kiss.

"Oh my God!" she screams, "You finally had your first kiss! With Adam Marx!"

"I know!" I scream, "Oh Laura, it was so... magical."

"I am sure," she giggles, "Has he called you this morning?"

"Well no," I reply, "I just woke up. He's probably still asleep, we were out 'til dawn."

"Oh ok. Did he send you a text then, when he got home?"

"No. Does he have to?"

"Well, usually uh," her voice trailed off, "But he does have your number, right?"

I pause.

"Paris?" she asks.

"Maybe he's just tired," I say, "I mean, the poor guy had to sit for 40 minutes waiting for me to wake up. He must be exhausted. Anyway, I heard you went home with Martin last night."

"I did!" she says, "Oh Paris, Martin turned out to be this wonderful, polite guy. He delivered me to my door and he kissed my hand like in movies. And when he got home, he texted me asking if I want to watch a movie with him this afternoon."

"Wow!" I cannot help to not sound surprised, "I didn't expect Martin is capable of doing such thing."

"Yeah," she giggles, "Can't you believe it? I mean, me going out with one of the football guys?"

"I guess," I giggle with her. 

Who would have thought that in one night, the two least popular girls will be kissing two of the most popular guys in school?

It's like fairy godmother suddenly became so generous.

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At 3 pm, Adam still has not called. I've tried keeping myself busy; did my nails, replied the comments on my 'Love is Easy' YouTube video, helped my mom in the kitchen, yet he has not called nor he sent me a single text. The wait began to drive me crazy so I flicked the TV on and watched a rerun of The New Girl. It is an episode where the girl baked a pie for her new boyfriend and when she gave it to him, it tasted really awful. But the guy looked so happy, he said, "It's not about the cake. It's the thought that counts." 

And they kissed in the kitchen.

I should bake Adam some pie and bring it over to his house to surprise him.

Suddenly this fire of excitement runs through me. I run outside my room and find my mom in the kitchen. "Mom, I need your help."

"What is it, honey?" she asks, cutting up potatoes.

"I need to make a pie," I say, "Right now."

"Is it for your debate team?"

"Uh, yes," I nod, "I forgot I am in charge of bringing a pie to our gathering this afternoon. Can you help me make one fast?"