Marlboro Boy...Adam Stanheight x Reader

Chapter 5. Glossy Eyes

After a few awkward moments of Adam desperately trying to excuse liking her photos from 2015, the two went into the garage to listen to the band. Y/N had to admit, the music wasn't horrible. However, according to Adam, the music was like rabid raccoons banging on a metal drum with a fork. Of course, he was only kidding.

Y/N was having a good time, a better time than she thought she would have. Maybe Adam wasn't so bad after all. She still wasn't too sold on him, he was still just a stranger. Well, more of an acquaintance as of now.

Adam and Y/N were standing towards the front of the small crowd. For just a small garage band, there was a decent amount of people. Y/N was a little impressed.
Adam leans over to her, "I'm gonna get a drink, you want anything?" he says leaning by her ear so she could hear him over the music.

"Sure, I'll have a-" she began, but Adam cut her off. He remembered what Scott said about Y/N the day previous, how she ordered the same thing at the bar every time.

"...Oh yeah! A Piña Colada with extra cherries on top, and a pink bendy straw,"

"Would you like a Piña Colada?" He had a small smile on his face, "I think Josh brought Piña Colada flavored shit, I'd have to look around." he says nonchalantly as if it wasn't strange he knew her favorite drink.
Y/N furrowed her eyebrows and looks at him with a skeptical look, "That's my favorite...how did you know?"

Adam shrugs, holding back a smile, "Just a hunch, I'll be right back." Adam walks inside the house to retrieve their drinks, leaving Y/N standing there by herself. She rocks on her heels slightly.

While Adam was in the house he looks through the fridge, there were bottles of beer, vodka, and other drinks. He remembered Josh bringing Piña Colada flavored something, he didn't remember what kind of drink it was.

He quickly finds a bottle with yellow liquid, grabbing it, he read the label. It was a bottle of beer, Piña Colada flavored. Perfect. He sets it on the counter so he could grab his own drink, but he finds a jar of maraschino cherries.

"Convenient..." Adam mumbles, he remembered Y/N liked cherries in her drinks, so he opened her bottle and went to fetch a fork so he could place the cherry in. When he opened the cutlery drawer he saw a box full of bendy straws, pink bendy straws. "Very convenient..." Adam said under his breath, grabbing a pink straw.

Once their drinks were prepared, Adam walks back to the garage, quickly finding Y/N again. She stood there in the same spot as she was when he left her, all her attention focused on the band.
"Hey, miss me?" he smirks and nudges her gently. Y/N perks up when she hears him.

"Yeah, totally," she rolls her eyes, Adam gestures to her drink in his hands. "Here, made it just for you."
"A cherry...and a pink bendy straw?" she was definitely confused now, as if she wasn't before at the fact he even knew what drink she liked.
"Mhm, figured i'd fix it up for you," Adam winks.

Y/N stares at her drink for a moment, "...Did you drug this?" she assumed he didn't, but she figured she needed to ask. The bottle was pre-opened, so she had no idea if anything could've been in it.
"W-What..?! No..! No, no," Adam waves his hands around, completely disregarding that idea. "Y/N I wouldn't even think about that..!"

"Well how was I supposed to know, I barely know you," Y/N takes a small sip of her drink.
"We could change that," Adam glances over at her a bit, keeping his eyes mainly on the band.
"Yeah..? Wait," Y/N looks over at him quickly, "That's right! You were gonna tell me about your crippling addiction to nicotine!"
"I casually smoke-" Adam tries defending himself.
"Casually is an understatement. Now you need to tell me why." she crosses her arms.

He takes a deep breath. The garage was far too noisy to tell her there, and going inside Scott's house would be too casual to drop something like this.
"Ugh," he lets out a small groan, "Y/N I can't just drop that baggage here."
"You promised you'd tell me at the party. Well, It's the party, I'm here." Y/N takes a swig of her drink, "Don't tell me you were lying," she raised an eyebrow at him accusingly.