...and she's just my type. [Adam Yauch / OC]

Let's kick some Ollies behind close doors.

When we arrive to the hotel, the people at the entry stare at me and Oli like we're the worst women in town. To be honest, it's not the first time they see us. Maybe I am starting to make a name for myself, just not in the way I wanted to. We head up to their rooms and Oli and Mike are clearly really into each other, pretty much eating themselves in the elevator. But Adam and I are way more chill. On our walk here, our hand holding turned into a hug that it's still on place. He's standing behind me, both his arms around my chest, my hands holding into them. His head sometimes rests on top of mine, and sometimes in the crook of my neck. And every once in a while, he leaves a little trace of kisses on my neck or the top of my head. It's a sweet embrace. Nothing like I'd expect to end the night in, but I like it.

When we exit the elevator, Mike and Oli walk in the room next to Adam's and I can tell some their clothes are off even before they close the door. I help Adam open his room and walk him to his bed. Some clothes are lying around and I notice his skateboard, completely covered in stickers. I know I don't want to take this any further. I bet it would be nice, but I don't think it's fair. He's not fully him. I make him sit on the corner of his bed and I sit on top of him, caressing his face with the tip of my fingers. I know how these trips feel, and I know that works for me to feel at ease. He closes his eyes, and I picture he will fall asleep soon. But he doesn't. He snaps back, and we continue the conversation we had left unfinished back at the club. Apparently, music in New York is way better than here in the west coast area. And I don't disagree. I really like Blondie's Rapture, and he assures me that in New York, that type of music rules the boomboxes day and night. He tells me that if I ever head up to New York, that he would be willing to show me around. "You can even stay at my place", he mumbles, the tiredness, relaxation and effects of the drugs he took clearly taking control. Next door, the action is audible. I can tell Oli is having a great time but I'm glad I'm not doing that. Connecting with Adam in this way feels way more special. I ask him about the skateboard, and he opened his eyes like I just asked about his most proud moment. He turns slightly to see it and smiles, probably tons of memories inflicted into that little piece of metal and wood. "Oh, she's my best companion", he said, clearly proud of the adventures they have shared together. "I can teach you to ride", he assured me, but is of no need. "Oh, no. I'm a Cali girl, of course I know how to ride." His eyes widened and he smiled brightly. The lighting in the room makes me realize now how beautifully imperfect his smile is. "Oh really? Show me!", he commands. I giggle a little bit, but I'm more than ready to prove my skills. I used to skateboard everywhere a few years ago. Right now I can't afford to scrape my knees or arms, so I don't do it as much, but my love for it had not faded. "How am I gonna skateboard around your room with all this trash on the floor?", I joke, getting off him to grab his board. He gets up behind me and pushes me to the door, and prompts we skate down the corridor. I stop to take my heels off and go barefoot. I skate down to one side of the hallway, him staring at me from his room door. When I come past him again, he stops me and jumps in the board, and runs the same line I just did. We go round and round, until we both skate the full corridor on top of the board, just laughing and hugging, sharing stories of fun skate days. By this point, our laughs are louder than the moans coming from Mike's room, which, by the way, keep going.

We eventually do go back inside his room, and I ask him if he knows how to do tricks. He says he has tried but that maybe he's too tall for it and I give him advise on how to Ollie. Anyone can Ollie, specially boys. The boards are heavy, and I usually nearly can lift it, but I know the details on how to and teach him. "But you have to be quicker. You don't lift your leg fast enough, so you push it down instead of letting it float." I advise him, before he give it another try. This time, the board flies up maybe 5 or 6 inches from the floor and Adam lands on it. He's done it. He just kicked an Ollie. His face brightens up. He picks me off the floor and spins me around, hugging me and saying a million thank yous. I know how much he's gonna brag about learning how to Ollie with his friends, and I'm happy I was able to teach him. He finally stops, lets my feet reach the floor and stares at my eyes again. Our lips connect and this time, our kiss is soft and slow but it doesn't feel like it's the drugs anymore. I've never done this. Yeah, I've kissed many people and I've fucked a few more, but I've never felt I'd share this level of closeness with anyone. Shit, is this what having a crush feels like?

We do end up in bed. But we don't screw. He has one arm around me, and my hand rests on his chest, feeling the quickness his heart beats due to the effects the drugs he took. Every once in a while he fades into his trip, and then comes back and asks more questions about life, history, music, skateboarding, you name it. My eyes are really tired by now. Even Mike and Oli sound to be asleep. But we keep the conversation going until he finally falls deep into his dreams. I slowly unwrap his arm from me and I take his shoes off so that he can sleep more comfortably. I head to a quick bathroom stop and notice my lipstick is all gone. I clean myself a little bit and walk back to him, deeply asleep in his bed. I look around for a pen and paper and write down a note before I grab my things and quietly leave the room. I walk the walk of shame, without shame. Or perhaps a different type of shame... What a shame, probably we are never gonna share a day like tonight ever again.

"Dear Adam.
Thank you. I really enjoyed last night. I'm sorry I have to leave like this. You seem like a really nice guy, and I really felt something. But you're worth way more than what I can give you right now. If life ever puts us on each other's path, I hope we get to connect once again. And I hope I'm able to give you what you deserve.
Love,
SNC"

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A/N: There is more. They will meet again. This first three chapters are pretty much introduction to the subjects this will get around with.