Everything I Had

*Chapter 15*

As you can tell by the stars around "Chapter 15", THIS IS A SPECIAL CHAPTER.  

It's like a normal chapter, but with a catch.

Here's the catch:

This is going to be Adam's Point of View (POV)

I won't do stuff like this too often. But every once in a while it adds spice to a story.

Let's begin!!

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*Adam's POV*

"Adam, is that you?" My Dad called from the kitchen as I stepped through the front door.

"Yeah it's me!" I yelled back as I closed the door.

"You hungry?"

"No... No I already ate." I said in a distant voice. So much was on my mind I couldn't even think about eating. Oh gosh Adam you almost screwed everything up.

I trotted up the stairs and into my bedroom. Once my door was closed, I threw my hoodie on my bed and leaned my back against the smooth surface of the door. I sucked in a breath as a feeling of relief washed over me. I'm so glad Danny interrupted me, or else I would've told her.

Adam, how could you be so stupid? You know you have to wait until you can trust her more. Until she truly knows what love is.

I crumbled to my knees instantly and rested my forehead on my dark green carpet in almost a fetal position.

Why is this so hard, God? It's so hard to be patient. Why can't I just obey? I know, I need to trust Ann more before she knows, and she has to trust me. After all she's been through, I would have a tough time trusting someone too.

I lifted my head from the carpet and tossed over on my back instead. I stared at the blank ceiling and sighed. It reminded me of how me and Ann were just sitting there, on her bed, staring at the ceiling like we usually do. I don't know why, but I loved that.

I played back everything Ann said to me in my head. All those questions she asked, all the comments.

'Why are you so perfect?'

'You're a great guy'

'I like to know how things are done.'

All of those were stuck in my memory, but one line she said replayed over and over in my head.

'If only Matt was like you...'

What did she mean by that? Did she mean that she wished she'd dated someone like me instead of Matt? Or simply just wishing that Matt was a nicer person who actually talked and listened to her and cared about her. I really didn't know what to say, or feel, or even think. All I know is, this was all just one big mess that God has created for some reason.

A sound interrupted my thoughts as it buzzed in my pocket. I grabbed my phone from my pocket and answered it.

"Hello?" I greeted.

"Finally decide to answer me?" Ashley's voice said from the other side of the phone.

"I'm sorry I was just-"

"With Ann again?" She interrupted.

"Why? Are you mad or something?"

"Maybe I am. Ann is my friend and you know that."

"So? Why does it matter?"

"Stop trying to be sweet with her." She warned.

"Ann is my friend. I'm trying to help her through this." I said coldly.