Affinity

Skin and Bone

No, our love life does not go back to normal. We're friends... with some moments thrown in. We really cant help it. It was like something I kept saying to everyone I had to explain the situation to; we were magnets. We fought and when we turned the wrong way, we fought our way away from eachother but when we do face the right way, we're drawn together, quickly isn't an exaggeration.

We go home. His being his old room in place of the hotel room he had lived in the past few months in. It had been an impulse to give him his room back. He belonged there in a way. That was his room. His stuff was in there, his smell, his clothes still strewn across the floor. I would be lying if I didn't go in there during those months without him and just lay on his bed, thinking. Slipping on one of his sweatshirts that was too big for me instead of wearing one of my own.

I move my hands to my sides and grip the sheets loosely between my fingers, sitting myself up. It's been a week since we've been back. Unofficially together. We haven't said anything but I don't think we have to. We're best friends first of all, everything already comes naturally, it's just when it gets serious is when I worry about what's going to happen. We act couple-ish even when we aren't trying to. I want to be mad at him but ultimately i have forgiven him. He apologized, he did what I said in finding himself, he has done everything I've asked of him to make it right, and things were gradually moving back into place.

"Hey babe?" Adam calls, coming around the corner and stopping in the doorway. His hair was tousled messily and he has a confused look on his face. He pauses, as if realizing where he is, and smirks. "What are you doing in here?"

I laugh and pull my legs up so I can sit crosslegged, and pat the space in front of me on the bed. He joins me, although sticking to sitting on the edge, turned around to look at me.

"I don't know," I admit, fiddling with my nails. I can tell he's looking at me, I can feel his stare threading through me.

"We should date." He states suddenly, making me look up. "I mean, what are we doing? We can't just be friends, it's been that clear so far."

He's right. Kissing out of the blue wasn't exactly a friend-like thing to do. Selena and Karlie have both been pestering me about that. That if I was going to live in the same house as him, we might as well say we're dating rather than say we're just friends when we often mimic what we'd be like as a couple.

"You think you can handle it?" I raise my eyebrow playfully, before slowly getting closer to him. "The lights, the cameras, the paparazzi. Are you sure you want back into that?"

"They already think we're dating again anyways considering I walk in the building five times a day so they either think I'm sleeping with you every single night or I'm living here."

I come behind him, placing my hands on his neck and start to massage it. His head falls forward with a moan and I press my lips to the side of his neck, then once more closer to his ear.

"Can you handle it?" I repeat quietly. He turns then, pushing me gently down to the comforter and moving so he's over me, lightly pressing kisses up my collarbone to my lips.

His kiss isn't urgent this time though, it's slow and steady, as if we have all the time in the world. My hands pull at his shirt, finally breaking the kiss to tug it over his head.

"So we're dating?" I murmur, breathless. His lips drag a bit away from mine to answer, giving me a chance to catch my breath.

"Yes," He says, pulling off my shirt as well. "Definitely we are."

I put my hands on his cheeks then, pulling him to make eye contact with me. His eyes bright and happy for once. He's been this way since that night at the ball. He's different, yet the same Adam I know so well.

"I love you," I say, a slight hitch in my voice telling me I shouldn't talk anymore, that it would only make me cry.

"I love you," He says and he kisses me then, once reassuring, and then another like the others, slow and passionate, lustful. And I kiss him back this time because there is not a doubt in my mind what he said is true. Our love is real.
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There's something about finding something you want in life that makes you happier. Things happen, people change, people come, people go. People hurt, people heal, people grow. People fall in love and people get their hearts broken. That's how we are, how we were made. To screw up and to fix it, or to have someone else fix us. But even with the loneliness or sadness that comes along with our humanity, happiness is evident as well. It can be everywhere you look. Little everyday things that can make you happy. A little, old couple having lunch maybe, or a cute little girl at the store. These things make me happy, make that happiness in my life shine through.

My happiness seems to have been the same as the reason I was sad and lonely in the first place. Adam. He was the reason I got myself into all this mess, but I wouldn't trade it for anything. He's no false gold. He's the real thing, the guy I hadn't thought existed for me and even the thought that he loves me back brings a smile to my face. I cannot be more grateful for our love. For the things I hadn't dreamt existed. But it's real, he's real, and I have no doubt in my mind that there is no way a Momentary Affliction could affect us now.

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Okay that's it! Thank you guys so much for everything. Thank you for reading and being apart of this story. I don't know what's in the future for me but if this is my last fanfic I write, I love you all and I had so much fun. Thank youuuu!
-B