Falling Means Breaking: An Adam Levine FanFic

Chapter 8

I don't know if you have ever had a kiss that left you completely breathless; one that just stole all the air out of your lungs and you came up gasping and grinning and with your knees shaking, but I hadn't. Not until I kissed Adam at the top of out little world.

"What....what was that for?" I ask smiling, my hand still on his waist.

"I really like you, Beka. I always have." His smile touched the corners of his eyes, but there was something else there, something like fear.

"Adam, oh. My darling Adam, I have loved you since the day I met you." I hadn't known I was going to say it until it came out of my mouth, but it felt good to say. He kissed me again, and I kissed him back and it was beautiful.

"We should probably go home. I can't have you getting in trouble." He slid off the roof and caught me as I half flung myself off and then we were kissing again. I had dreamed about kissing him for so long, and once it actually happened I was pretty sure I wasn't ever going to stop.

"What if we just didn't go home? You remember in the seventh grade when we camped out in front of the music store for a whole weekend? We could just not go home." He grinned and shook his head at me.

"You seem to forget that we got grounded for almost a month for that." It was my turn to grin at him, as he sat down, still half holding me up. Now we were sitting underneath a tree, his back leaned against it, and I was sitting on his legs.

"It might just be worth it." So there we were, sitting underneath a tree in the park where we grew up, and he kissed me again. Then the lights came on and a park official could be heard walking around. I grabbed Adam's hand and ran. We jumped the fence on the far west side of the park and kept running. We ran out of our little neighborhood and down into downtown. Which would be how we ended up on the park bench in front of our favorite record store at one in the morning. And I had never felt more beautiful, sitting there in skinny jeans, an old cut up t-shirt, my converse, and my hair now falling in loose curls. None of that mattered; I could've been in sweatpants and a hoodie and Adam stil would've found ways to make me feel beautiful. We were dancing under the street light when my dad pulled up. He didn't say a word as I crawled into the car. I waved goodbye to Adam and as soon as we had rounded the corner, the lecture started.

My father was usually one of the most rational people I knew. Then I turned 13 and stated having crushes. When it came to me and dating, he turned pretty hostile. As we drove around LA he kept getting angrier and louder. Maybe it was because he wasn't looking at the road, and maybe it's because I kept egging him on, demanding explanations, instead of tying to calm him down. Either way, we slammed into a light post at 87 miles per hour on the passenger side. I didn't feel a thing, didn't have time to scream, before everything went black.

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Six weeks, it has been six weeks since Adam's best friend and almost girlfriend, Beka McMahon, had been cut out of her father's car and placed in the ICU. For six weeks, Adam had sat beside her bed every day. The first couple days he'd had to sneak in because her father wouldn't put his name on the list of accepted visitors. After many loud fights, Adam had gotten through to her dad. So now he was sitting in a chair, watching a chest tube breathe for her.

She had healed nicely. No scars on her face, just her arms and legs. She looked almost as if she'd been sleeping. Her hand was wrapped in his and he was talking to her about school. He talked to her a lot. The doctors said it would help her wake up. Her nurse, Adeline, walked in.

"Adam, visitin' hours are gonna end real soon. You should get ready to go, sugar." She was 68, and originally from a small plantation house down in Missouri.

"I'll get ready to go soon, I promise," he said. She smiled at him sadly. She saw this kind of thing all the time. Working in the hospital eventually makes you numb, but it hadn't stopped her from hurting when they'd wheeled the little girl into her room. Adam gathered his stuff, promising to be back tomorrow and Adeline put a gentle hand on his shoulder, nodded, and turned off the lights.

Beka's father came by every day after work, though that was never during visiting hours.

"How is she?" he asked, his jacket in his hand.

"She gets better every day, sir." Adeline smiled.

"And Adam? How's he?" Adeline's smile faded just slightly.

"I ain't never seen anybody so broken, sir." They left it at that. Hospitals are not good places to reconcile relationships. The insurance had bought him a new car, and as he climbed into it, he decided he was going to go see Adam tomorrow, make things right. He was, after all, Beka's best friend. Fate does not always agree with our plans however.