scrapped jadam oneshots :')

street fight

okay i cant hold back the self-deprecation this is gross 

"Hey, step back man." "What're you gonna do? Throw a weak fist for your boyfriend?" Adam stands defensively in front of James, his best friend. "Just stand the frick back man." The pair were out late seeing a movie and while heading back to James' car some guy stopped them demanding for them to empty their pockets. The stranger steps forward, in a threatening manner.

"I'll stand back when you empty your pockets." Adam stands his guard and lightly pushes James further behind him before raising his fists. "Oh, you wanna fight? Fight for your lover?" The guy brings his arms from his sides and pulls up his tattered sleeves. "Adam, don't!" "Just stand back, Jameson," Adam says, fairly confident he can protect them. James cowers a few feet behind his friend. Whatever's about to happen, he has a bad feeling about it.

Adam attempts to take a deep breath but is quickly met with a fist to his nose. He staggers back, but remains on his feet. Maybe those boxing classes from all those years ago are serving some purpose. His confidence in how well he took the hit quickly diminishes as his eyes water profusely.

"What a baby. Crying over one pun-" Adam quickly jabs him in the side, sending him stumbling to the side. The guy holds his side for a second before bringing his hands up to defend himself. "Adam please stop!! This is dangerous!" The stranger pushes Adam against an alleyway way wall and slams his head against the hard brick. Adam cringes as the pain shoots through his head.

A quick and sharp punch hits Adams mouth, before the guy twists Adams arm. Adam clenches his teeth, trying to bare the pain. His arm is held there and he quickly breaks, groaning as his arm is twisted further than an arm should ever go. "I'm glad to let you go. All you have to do is empty you and your boyfriends pockets." Adam mutters a few 'ows' as his arm is twisted more and more.

James stands shocked and afraid as he watches his friends arm being broken. He isn't a doctor but he knows this is gonna cause some serious damage. "Leave him alone!" James shouts with a shakey voice. The stranger's ominous eyes turn to James. An amused chuckle escapes his mouth, "What're you gonna do, Buttercup?"

The pet name makes James extremely uncomfortable and Adam notices from his peripheral vision. "Don't call him- ow, ow- don't call h-him that." "I'll say and do whatever I want until you give me what I want." Adams head gets slammed against the wall again.

James gets a sudden burst of anger and confidence. He steps towards the stranger and quickly tugs him off Adam. James wrestles him to the ground. Not hesitating, Adam grabs James with his good arm and runs down the street to the car.

Neither of them look back as the sprint around the corner and fling themselves into the car. James starts the engine in record time, slams his foot on the accelerator and speeds off in the opposite direction. Once they're a few neighbourhoods away, James stops the car, his and Adams hearts still racing.

"I cannot believe that just happened," James gasps out. "Same." James turns to Adam and can already see multiple bruises on his face. "Oh crap, Adam!" he quickly turns the car light on and cups Adams face in his hand, looking over his injuries. He tilts Adams head around analysing each bruise and scratch.

He drops Adams face, "You idiot! Look what you did to yourself!" Adam chuckles, "I'm fine, Jameson." "No you're not! Your face is a clear sign of that," James quickly remembers Adams arm, "What about your arm?" He quickly yanks Adams right arm from his lap. "Ow!" "Oh I'm sorry!" James says frantically, loosening his grip on Adams arm. He looks down to see bruising coating most of his arm.

"Jeez..." James mumbles as he gently traces his thumb over the bruises. The hum of the cars engine fills the silence as James grazes his fingers over Adams injuries. Adam clears his throat, "So uh... should we go to a police station?" James shakes his head, "No, hospital first." "James, I'm fine. It'll heal." "No way. For all we know you broke your arm. Plus he hit your head pretty hard," James points out, "Does it still hurt?"