scrapped jadam oneshots :')

new years date

Adam sits on the edge of his bed, staring at his closet. What the hell is he going to wear? James had told him the party was somewhat formal and that a button up shirt would be fine. But as Adam scanned the row of clothes he couldn't see anything suitable. All he had were t-shirts, jackets and hoodies.

With a sigh, Adam got and walked to the kitchen. It was as he arrived in the kitchen that he remembered his box of clothes in the office. He doesn't wear them often so he leaves stores them away. Surely there'd be a button up in there, right?

He turns on his heel and rushes down the hall to his office. On top of his shelf is a clear container filled with clothes and gathering dust. He grabs it puts it down on the ground. As he digs through the box he realises he hadn't folded the clothes when he'd put them away. Only balled them up and tossed them in. Meaning if he does find a shirt in here he's going to have to iron it which takes time and effort he doesn't want to spend.

He tosses clothes out and finally, at the bottom of the box, he finds a plain black button up shirt. As he'd guessed, it's covered in wrinkles but he figures ironing a shirt requires less effort than running out and buying a new shirt 2 hours before he needs to meet up with Jameson.

As he irons the shirt his mind starts to wander. He was actually ironing a shirt to go on a date with James. That is insanely unbelievable. Only 4 days ago was he dreaming about a relationship with him and now he actually has a chance! All he has to do now is not mess up this first date. Cause not only would it mean he doesn't get to cuddle with James like he desperately hopes to but it would also mean their friendship could be over. Imagine how awkward it would be if James didn't want to go out on a second date. Adam physically cringes at the thought. He cannot fuck this up.

"OW!" Adam yelps.

He looks down to see he'd hit his finger with the iron and it was now glowing red.

"Shit, shit, shit," Adam mutters to himself, putting the iron down and rushes to the bathroom.

He runs his finger under the cold water and sighs. Hopefully this bad luck isn't gonna stick around for the rest of the night. Adam grabs his phone out of his pocket with his free hand and checks the time. Six o'clock. He has an hour until he's going to meet James and he hasn't even had a shower yet.

"Damnit," Adam groans and turns the water off.

He quickly rubs some vaseline onto his finger then covers it with a bandaid. Once he gets back to his room he jumps, realising he left the iron on. Rushing up to the ironing board he breathes a sigh of relief as he realises it was on the board and not the shirt. Thank god he hadn't ruined his only button shirt.

After having the fastest shower of his life, he changes into his button up and his only pair of nice pants, sprays some cologne on and grabs his keys, phone and wallet.

"Okay," Adam mutters to himself. "Phone? Yes. Wallet? Yes. Confidence..."

He glances at his reflection in the mirror next to his front door.

"As good as it'll get," he frowns and brushes his hands through his hair attempting to tidy it up.

One more deep breath means he's ready to go so he steps outside and heads to his car. The drive isn't long, since they're meeting at a ramen shop halfway between their houses. After eating the plan is to head to the party and count down to the New Year. What could go wrong?...

He decides not to dwell on that last thought.

Adam parks a couple shops away from the ramen place and glances around, trying to spot James. When he doesn't spot him he turns off the engine and gets out of his car. The cool air does little to calm his nerves. He shakes his hands hoping it'll somehow throw the anxiousness out of him and starts walking towards the restaurant.