Falling Means Breaking: An Adam Levine FanFic

Chapter 1

March 18, 1996-

"Happy Birthday Adam!" I called as he entered my kitchen through the back door. 

"You didn't have to-" I cut him off, setting a cake down in front of him. "Beka." He was trying his best to sound stern. It wasn't working. Adam had a goofy smile painted across his face. 

"It's your birthday Adam, you deserve at least one good party." I cut him a piece of cake. I knew tomorrow he'd be heading off to his dad's house. That would not be fun. Then his mother tried to make his birthday great, but she was so intertwined in her work, she just couldn't come home from Hong Kong this week. 

"Shut up and eat some cake." He still hadn't dug in yet. He was waiting for me to take a seat and enjoy with him. I rolled my eyes, taking the first bite of his cake. After that it was like he inhaled it. As he was rinsing the plate, I snuck up to my bedroom. His present, a new CD player, was wrapped in red paper sitting on my bed. Happy Fifteenth was scrawled across the top in my handwriting. "Beka? Where are you?" I heard him coming up the stairs. 

"In my bedroom." Pulling on a black jacket I was ready for school. 

"How many pairs of black skinny jeans do you need?" My closet was standing open and all my jeans where hanging up. 

"Only like 9. The other 3 are denim." I rolled my eyes at him. His father ran a clothing company, but that boy thought he knew everything about fashion. Turning back towards him I held the present out.  One dark eyebrow arched, he took it from me. It made it all that much better that he practically squealed like a fan girl when he opened it. I smiled down at him from my bed. I loved the moments when his smile lit up his whole face and his eyes sparkled like jewels. When I thought of him I thought of warmth, emeralds like his eyes, and music. So I bought him a portable CD player. In an instant I felt his arms around me, lifting me up. We were dancing around my room hugging. 

"Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou." The words spilled out of his mouth. My alarm beeped, breaking our hug, and reminding me we still have to attend high school. He grabbed his new CD player and my favorite Stevie Wonder CD and we headed out the door. We lived in a neighborhood half a mile from the school, so we walked most mornings. When the drive way of that little hell hole came into view, we started the daily morning race towards the glass doors, as usual on his birthday  I let him win. First period was usually a drag, but today Mr. Myburgh seemed to drone on forever and ever amen. Adam looked half asleep by the time we got into second period Music. Mrs. Carter made life a lot better though. We were getting to try out for Freshman Talent Night today. I couldn't believe that Adam didn't jump out of his skin when she said that. 

"We'll do it!" I eventually volunteered both of us. His face lit up as I stood up. Grabbing my hand he pulled himself to his feet. "What do you want to sing?" I whispered to him as we walked towards the front of the classroom. "The Man That Sold The World?" He wanted to sing Nirvana? Alright I was up for whatever. 

"We passed upon the stare

We spoke of was and when 

Although I wasn't there 
He said I was his friend 
Which came as a surprise 
I spoke into his eyes 
I thought you died alone 
A long long time ago." 
Adam sang in his sort of high voice. Everyone made fun of him for it, but I thought it made him special. One day it would make him famous. 

"Oh no, not me

We never lost control.

You're face to face with

The Man who sold the world." 

We finished the chorus together and Mrs. Carter said we were in, but we had to submit an orignal composition to be in the talent night. I nodded. That was Adam's forte. Mine was just singing back up for him. The rest of the day passed as usual, joking and laughing, and Adam never left my side. It felt good to be his one and only best friend. As soon as Victoria walked in the room, he left me and held on to her. His beautiful girl friend. How did I possibly forget about that? It only plagued my thoughts every waking hour that he would never love me the way he loved her. That I was just his friend. Jesse and Mickey appeared then, inviting him to a party at their place. That was when he remembered that I had gone through hours of trouble to plan him a birthday party. He walked over to me with his big fake smile that he put on so often.