𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛! ✧ ｡⁺ ˚࿐
cherry garcia babysits adam reed even though she's only a year older than him.
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I SAT NEXT TO ADAM!
older adam was sitting across from us; he'd been staring into a digital image of my older self.
"what?" he asked.
"i know you think you know more than me because you're older." adam began.
"go away, adam." he sighed.
i sat silently, which i seemed to have been doing for the last few days.
they were so emotional.
and i never had anything to say about it.
so i chose to sit in silence instead, occasionally giving adams hand a gentle squeeze, which he returned with a smile.
"and i know why you hate him so much." adam comtinued, squeezing my hand.
"really? well, do tell, i'm on the edge of my seat here. holy shit, i wonder what it- was it because he's narcissistic, or uh, never came home from work, or cared about his job more than his son-" older adam continued.
"-because he died. you hate him because he died. you made yourself hate him because it was easier than missing him. and i remember some stuff you maybe don't wanna."
"oh yeah? like what?"
"he played catch with us almost every night."
"catch."
"he'd get home from work, be so tired, and i'd be in the yard throwing the ball against the pitch back. you remember the pitch back, right?"
"oh, i remember the pitch back. yeah, he bought it so he didn't have to play with me."
"nope. he bought it because they had one in the window altman's. and every time we passed that store, i begged him to buy it for me, so that's what dad did. he'd see me throwing in the yard, and no matter how tired he was, he'd always grab his mitt to come out for a catch."
i'm so emotional.
i think i'm gonna cry.
all of the stupid fucking fear of not existing in adams life is building up.
"things happened to you. to us. and we suck at dealing with it. i'm starting to think that's something we do." adam joked. "i give mom a hard time now, and- i think it's easier to be angry than it is to be sad. and i guess, when i get older, i forget that there's a difference. and i lose a lot of people."
"how'd you get to be so smart?" older adam glanced at the digital photo of my older self secretly stashed in his pocket.
"how'd you get to be so dumb?" adam questioned him.
