Adam Douglas imagines

Into Fiction P1

"Y/n! Y/n!" Called the voice from the bottom of the stairwell, this voicemail caused Y/n herself to stir in her bed contorting the covers as she forced herself awake "Y/n!" The voice called again

"What!" She yelled back

"We'll be late" the voice answered as footsteps rushed up the stairs and moments later her bedroom door opened revealing the tall thin blonde she knew well "morning"

"Morning Adam." she sighed rubbing her eyes "What do you want?"

"New car. Sixteen million pounds. Some mental stability." He shrugs "but right now I want hash browns so get out of bed or I will go over there and tickle you. And that is NOT an idal threat Y/n" he warns before he headed back down the stairwell

Y/n sat up rather annoyed by Adam and his threats. She got up out of bed and began to get dressed for the day pondering to herself indeed about Adam.

Adam Douglas. Son of Marcia and Thomas Douglas. Y/n had been best friends with Adam since the two wherein their respective mother's wombs as Marcia and Y/Mothers/ Name were next-door neighbours since their own childhood, going off to school and both meeting their husbands and eventually getting pregnant in the same year Adam was born only a few months before Y/n herself.

Honest Adam was more of a non-related brother than anything else. And in the longing to escape the shackles of the family homes Y/n and Adam had joined forces to afford to rent a small two-bedroom house together not far from their families.

And today was Friday, a day neither have to go to work so it's a day for fun, shopping and treats avoiding the usual fun times of Saturday due to... both Y/n and Adam's herbal dislike for people.

and Sunday because. Well, it's England. Everything is closed on Sundays.

Once dressed into her usually Friday attire; a pair of white knock off converses, a pair of well stretched out black leggings, a long-sleeve white shirt she had rolled to her elbows, a black plaid pinafore dress with two small pockets, her usual locket necklace, bat stud earrings, large purple glasses and a white Alice band to push back her hair. Doing the minimal make-up a day like this would require from her, and She headed downstairs sat on the sofa grabbing the large diet lemonade bottle from the table and taking a prolonged swig as Adam emerged from the kitchen.

"Why are you like this?"

"Like what?"

"How old are you?"

"Seven" she giggled playfully "why?"

"Because you always do this. Dress in your little pinafore with your bow and wonder why when you buy rosé you get IDed"

"No, it's because I was around with you and you look like seventeen"

"I am trying!" He complained "I'm getting fuzzy now"

"Come bring me your face" she smiled opening her arms he happily went oversupplying her with his face to which she began to let his chin and upper lip "ewwwww! Your all fuzzy and pokey I don't like it" she whines "shave your face"

"Make me, I think I look distinguished and mature. And I shall be batting the ladies odd with a stick" he smirked fixing his hair

".... perhaps. In a zombie apocalypse."

"Your mean to me" he pouts returning to the kitchen

"I have to be it builds character" she smiled following him to the kitchen grabbing the notepad from the fridge and a pen from the empty mug full of pens and pencils on the counter "do we need bread?"

"Yep it's mouldy"

"Okay," she nods beginning to make a list up "Do you really think you gonna get a girlfriend with a caterpillar on your lip?"

"I might. Honestly at this point what haven't I tried"

"I suppose. Whatever happened to Akiko?"

"Who?"

"Akiko? That girl you were digital dating?"

"Oooh her." He nods "complained."

"How so."

"Let's just say, things came to light that I felt I should have been made aware of, she did not think I should be made aware of them we had an argument and she blocked me" he explained coming to sit on the kitchen chair with a coffee in his mug

"What was the thing?"

"Akiko used the pronouns She and her. And I made assumptions based on that. One night when we were... yeah. Things went further than usual and I discovered some things. That uhhh Very I am familiar with instead of what I was expecting. I felt I should have been notified about that. She thought it was none of my business. I said okay you may use those pronouns, may identify as whatever you wanna fucking toaster for all I care but you know of we're gonna do stuff like that I'd be nice if you told me"

"I mean... it would be nice if you got a heads up"

"Yeah, a heads up. That would have been nice. But yeah she blocked me so" he shrugs sipping his mug almost immediately and spitting it back onto the mug "milks gone"

"Oh. I just thought you were having a bad reaction over your stupid idea"

"It's a great idea"

"Adam you can't just train yourself to like coffee"

"I think to know one likes coffee. Everyone the first time you drink coffee it's gross, but you slowly get a custom to it which is why people like our parents drink like nine cups a day, no one likes coffee it's a sleepy placebo of Stockholm syndrome"

"Yes, Adam I read your blog" she rolled her eyes "anything else we are out of?"

"Yeah orange juice o had to toss it"

"Why?"

"It was out of date"

"So?"

"When things are out of date you throw them away Y/n"

"Not If there okay"

"This. This is why you have stomach problems"

"Was it mouldy?"

"No."

"Did it still smell like an orange?"

"Yes."

"Did it taste funny?"

"No, but-"

"Then you threw my juice away for no good reason. You owe me seventy-nine pence"

"Fine" he sighed "come in else we'll never get done today"

"Alright, shop then home. Then into town. The park then the library?"

"Alright but I get to go wander around in the fancy cake shop while you go buy another six million items of makeup"

"Fine be boring"

"I shall,"

So the two got up, grabbed their bags and wallets and headed out to town.