Everything I Had

Chapter 23

Here is the chapter some of you have been looking forward to.

Enjoy :)

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*Adam's POV*

I lied awake in my bed, staring at the ceiling. I've been awake ever since Ann called me last night and couldn't bring myself to go to sleep. I didn't deserve sleep. I'm a huge, huge jerk. There's no excuse for being a jerk.

It was the first time in a long, long time that I've ever cried over a girl. The last girl I cried over was my mom, and now, Ann. I never knew I had such strong emotion and feelings inside of me. But I only cried for like 45 seconds, so it's not a big deal.

"You're such a screw-up," I mumbled to myself.

The first few leaks of light from the sunrise were just peaking through the sides of my curtains and I figured I might as well get up. I had the house to myself since my 'Mom' and Dad were now on their vacation. Gross.

Finally, I brought up the energy to drag myself out of bed and take a glance in the mirror. My eyes were droopy, my hair was sloppy, and my smile had faded a long time ago. I was just a complete and utter mess.

Is this what love does to you?

I opened my door and flopped my way down the stairs like the blob of a man I am and looked into the kitchen. Maybe I should eat something and then I'll get my mind off of the fact that my heart is broken. And the fact I broke it myself.

I know I'm being dramatic about this, but it's a big deal for a guy. I'm supposed to be a man. An icon of authority and facial hair. But what impression to I give the world now? Messy and broken.

As I ran my fingers over the light colored stubble on my chin, I opened the cabinet above the stove and looked at my choices of cereal. Does chocolate really help when you're sad? Girls do that, don't they? No, stop it Adam. Men drink coffee and do push ups for fun.

I looked to the coffee pot in the sink. It was dirty. And push ups didn't seem like the greatest idea in the world. Too much work for the likes of me.

I sighed and reached for the Coco puffs. Let's give this a try. I poured my cereal and then went to the fridge to get some milk. When I saw not one gallon of milk, I groaned. What was I supposed to eat now? Sighing again, I opened the freezer and squinted at the only choice there was.

Vanilla Blue Bell Ice Cream.

Hey, when I was a kid, eating dessert for breakfast was my dream. Now, no one is here to tell me no. I grabbed the gallon of Icecream and stole a spoon from the drawer.

I fit as much as I could into the bowl of cereal and took a seat on the couch. I took a bite and smiled.

This. Was. Amazing.

The cereal was like heavenly sprinkles and the ice cream was pure bliss itself. Why didn't I do this sooner? It was like a relief from all my problems.

With a scoop of Ice-cream melting in my mouth, I flipped on the TV and scoffed whenever I saw what was on. Figures.

Fireproof.

Might as well watch it; after all it's Kirk Cameron. I mean, he's a manly man. Manly men can make any romance movie tolerable, right?

I nodded to myself and continued eating as I watched.

Suddenly, my phone started buzzing in my sweat pants pocket. I took it out and answered but before I could say hello, Danny spoke, "What's wrong with Ann?"