Beautiful Things (SeaChaos)

Part 19 - Back

~Chilled's POV~

I wonder if he's been really tired lately. Rubbing my eyes sleepily I look at the man laying halfway onto my bed and sleeping peacefully. When I came here yesterday he was asleep and now I actually woke up before him for once. My hand reaches out for his head but my hand twitches before I can and I and up pulling my hand away. There's something about touching a person while they're asleep that seems endearing, and it makes me feel like I shouldn't do it to him when I know he has another girl waiting for him. Slowly and carefully moving around in the sheets I suddenly feel a pang of pain in my head causing me to flinch and hold onto my head. My sudden movement causes Adam to mumble and move a bit, looking up to me with half closed eyelids.

"Chilled, you're awake? Stay in bed, I'll get some food for you. You're sick," he says as if I didn't realize it already. He moves and leaves me without looking at me. I watch him and smile a bit, he's sweet even when he doesn't feel the way about me like I do for him. Taking a deep breath I groan and lay back down, covering my eyes and forehead with my hands. This is a mess, the longer I stay here continually looking to Adam and wishing he'd love me back I'm wasting a piece of my youth. He's still a good friend though, it just confuses me whether or not it's okay to be with him. Normally if it's a girl and I know I have not a single chance I avoid her but Adam is also a really good friend of mine. The door opens again followed by a delicious smell after a long time has passed. Glancing down towards Adam I find him holding a tray of food.

"Holy shit breakfast in bed? You're the best, Adam," I say and sit up as he approached, setting down the tray of food on my lap. Feeling an intense gaze on me I glance up to Adam, finding a strange expression as he stares blankly towards me. It's not really a friendly expression like he usually has and that's what confuses me. Did I do something? The latest things I've done... well I do a lot of shit I guess. Is it that he really didn't fully forgive me or something simple like that? Ah, fuck it. I'll just ask the guy himself. "Is something wrong, Adam?"

"No, I'm just tired. How are you feeling?" I frown, not believing one word from him when he clearly seems off from usual. Scratching my neck I do feel a lot better than I had last night when I had felt like I was dying. It's probably thanks to him staying with me throughout the night. Just recalling his worried expression does warm me up a bit, and relieved since there was a Nanners attack last night and confirms my confidence he is innocent. Sighing I nod, looking down at the food on the plate seeming oddly delicious and healthy. I knew Adam could cook but I forgot that he was this creative with his dishes.

"I'm fine, I feel healthy. I should call Gassy though," I mutter, a bit afraid of calling him after I clearly didn't call home again before staying out for the night.

"Don't worry, I called him for you," Adam says, allowing me to breathe a sigh of relief that I don't have to hear his angry voice. He might be irritated that Adam had to call him for me though. "He seemed pretty busy last night anyways, the Nanners attack was last night. Got away with a famous painting that had planned to showcase for the first time today," Adam suddenly says and immediately I become more tense. So he succeeded, to be expected since his winning streak seems amazingly terrible. Another painting now missing while I was off the case, it makes me irritated how I can't help it anymore. I would sneak into them if my job weren't on the line since I've already succeeded in pissing Sark off with my involvement in the entire case with Nanners. I wouldn't be surprised if he fires me soon anyways, since they appear to be doing fine without me anyways.

"What's with the depressed look?" I flinch when I feel Adam's large but warm hand pat my head and open my eyes to see his soothing expression. "Believe in your friends, they're going to catch him, right? Don't you believe in them?" I feel a guilty pang inside my chest but nod silently, agreeing. Little does he know that I'm also working on the case and his trusting eyes always hurts me because I also trust him completely. I suppose I've always trusted him in nearly every case when it doesn't come to video games and I haven't been hurt yet, not too much anyways. The only thing that hurts is the fact that he belongs to someone else and that isn't my fault at all. Now that he isn't a part of the Nanners list with me as a witness, does that mean I can tell him?