In Another Life

3 - "We would meet on the very first page"

3 - "We would meet on the very first page"

The thing was, Ava had had a crush on Adam since she was like, seven. So yes, when he was a wannabe teen and thought mutton chops were cool. She knew this because she specifically remembered trying to continue holding his hand one day after the kids had crossed the street and their parents had made them all hold hands. Ten year-old-too-cool-for-school Adam was not having it but there you had it. She'd been crushing on him since forever.

But then she'd grown up and went to school and met other cute guys and girls and saw him every once in a while and it was more like a long distance crush on a guy who was older and therefore unreachable. And everyone knew how the story went. When they reached their teenage years, the kids that they used to play games with didn't matter anymore.

So where Ava, Mak and Fox were always hanging with Adam and his buds, when he'd reached a certain age, suddenly the teenagers were always locked in his room or gone out. So she'd kind of forgotten about him and then she'd had that weird first relationship with Alex and it had been messier than a high school relationship had any right to be so she'd kind of zoned out from the romantic department after that.

Until he'd walked in looking too-cool-for-school all over again only this time he was pulling it off and getting good grades. (His first two years of messing around didn't count. He'd hit reset he'd said, and that was all that mattered.)

So obviously Ava's heart could only take so much before it dug deep and uncovered her old crush, igniting it and placing it like a freaking Olympic torch on the pedestal of her heart. F*ck.

"Wakey wakey, eggs and...bakey? Is that how it goes? What even? Have I forgotten how this goes?"

Ava groaned and heard an answering groan followed by a thwack! "Shut up, oh my god, Adam! It's like seven in the morning."

Ava groaned on hearing that until she heard a laugh and then another thwack followed by Mak's scream. That jolted her awake enough to open her eyes. It looked like Adam had thrown a pillow at Mak's head. Possibly the same pillow she'd thrown at him.

"It's not seven in the morning, It's eleven and Mum said to come down for breakfast otherwise the kitchen is closed and no food until lunch."

Mak rolled in her bed, shoving her face into her pillow as her hair fell all over the place. Ava was still silent, staring blearily at Adam, hoping her eyes could send all the daggers at him. 'I hate you," she mumbled, trying to pull the covers over her head. If he pulled the covers off...

As she thought it, she felt a tug on her duvet and she screamed.

"I will kill you!"

She jumped up and dived at her duvet, Adam moving out of the way just fast enough for her to flop down and mumble into the mattress. "Mak, I hate your brother so much."

The answering mumble sounded something like "Me too," but she couldn't be sure. The worst part was, she was now awake.

Grunting, she sat up and pushed her hair out of her face, wiping her mouth in case she'd drooled and smoothed down her pyjama top. "Agh, I hate mornings."

"I thought you hated me," she heard from the doorway.

She sent it another death glare. "What are you still doing here? And you know what? You don't have a, a, a what? Frick. A monopoly, shit, yes, you don't have a monopoly on my hate. I hate you and I hate mornings."

She saw him shrug all innocently and seriously contemplated stabbing him. How dare he look hot when she felt like a mess and he was annoying her?

"Well, as much as your hate saddens me- oh wait. That's right. It doesn't! So as much as all that, blah blah, come eat."