Best Day of My Life

Chapter 18 - Emily

"You guys were seriously amazing!" Kayla said.

It was after we had gotten off of work. We were with the band, who had agreed to take us out for ice cream after we got off. We were waiting in line, the band back in their disguise getup, Dallin, Grayson, and Bridger in front of Kayla, James, Adrian, and I. Adrian's hand was in mine, James's in Kayla's. Kayla and I could not stop freaking out about how well their performance at the restaurant went.

"Girls, of course we appreciate the compliments, but please, you don't want us to get big heads," Dallin said, winking back at us.

"Oh and what was that about a big head? Because that might have already happened for someone," Kayla said, trailing off and looking at Dallin. We all broke into laughter and he just shook his head. I looked up at Adrian. He was looking around, clearly sidetracked. Again, I was left wondering what was bothering him. I gave his hand a squeeze. He looked down at me with a distracted smile and squeezed my hand back.

"Seriously, though! I liked you guys before, but now I might be a fan-girl," I said, teasingly.

"Oh, please no, we have too many fangirls," Bridger said.

"But we could always use one more!" Grayson inserted. We all laughed. "I mean, it is you two after all." Adrian and James glared playfully at him. He gulped, eyes wide in mock fear.

"Then again, maybe we don't." I loved how easily I could laugh around them.

Adrian was still looking out of place as we sat down, having received our ice cream. Having nothing better to do, we all went around guessing everyone's favorite flavor of ice cream. I was surprised to find out Grayson's and mine were the same: Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough. Dallin like Cookies n' Cream, James, Butterfinger, Bridger, Chocolate Fudge, and Adrian, Rocky Road. I already knew Kayla's: Rainbow Sherbet.

Adrian decided to take me home for Kayla once we had finished. We climbed into his car after everyone was ready to go home. (Which was an hour later.)

Silence reigned in the car, other than the soft music coming from the radio. Everytime I tried to say something, I felt like it was wrong, even though it wasn't. I decided just to let the silence be. After all, it wasn't awkward, just a little unnerving.

He pulled up to my house and got out to open my door. He took me up to my door and turned to look at me. I looked up at him. The air energized between us and he cupped my cheek.

"Adrian," I whispered. His eyes swept over my face. I knew that I shouldn't be letting this bother me, but I couldn't get it out of my mind. "Why were you so quiet tonight?"

He let out a quiet breath. "No reason. I've just been thinking a lot."

"About what?" It got out before I could stop myself. He straightened and I was afraid I had offended him.

"Nothing important," he said, with a smile. Sure seemed important. But I didn't dare say that.

His thumb stroked my cheek, his gaze locked with mine. He leaned closer and kissed my forehead slowly. "I'll talk to you tomorrow," he promised. I pulled him into an embrace, while he was still close. His arms tightened around me.

"You know you can talk to me about anything, right?" I asked.

"I know," he said, his head laying sideways on top of mine. We stilled, standing there in each other's embrace for what seemed like hours, even though it was probably only a few minutes. He sighed and let go. "Good night, Emily."

I smiled. "Good night, Adrian." He kissed my cheek and walked away, slowly releasing my hand. I waited on my porch until I had waved as he drove away. I walked into my house and to my room.