Sleepover (Adam)
I felt nothing. No spark, no tingle. Just nothing. I felt Britney's hand on my butt as we kissed, making me pull back.
"What's wrong, babe?" Britney said. Her brown eyes stared into mine as I looked at her. "We're going to be the cutest couple, right?" Her bright smile forced an awkward, out of place smile of my own.
"Uh... Yeah." I glanced at my house to see Drake staring at us. He looked so sad. Or disappointed. I didn't know what I felt, but it wasn't a good feeling. "I need to go, Brit."
"Adam." I turned to see Britney glaring at Drake. "Be careful around him. Drake isn't the guy you think he is." She looked at me with her dark eyes. "He has a record of theft and assault."
With that, she walked away, her hips swaying with the intention of making me...well...aroused. I've seen a lot of girls try to get me like that just by shaking their hips. I never liked it. It made me rather uncomfortable. I tried not to be as uncomfortable as usual.
I turned to see Drake speaking with my father, both turned away from the window. I walked up the three short steps to the front door and opened it quietly. I listened silently as they spoke.
"...father is back and is trying to take custody of me again..."
"You're welcome to stay the night here, Drake. I'm sure Adam can share his room with you."
I flushed at the thought of sharing a room with Drake. I didn't want them to know I was listening to them, so I stayed hidden as my father talked to Drake. I sat down in the front entry as they carried on their conversation.
"Adam hasn't had many people over since his mother, my wife Alexandria, died." I heard a sad sigh from my father. "She was the only woman in my life. We were going to have a daughter, but then the accident happened."
I gritted my teeth together to keep myself from saying anything harsh.
"I'm sorry for your loss, Mr. Nixon."
I sighed as my father continued to talk about my mother. I didn't want to hear anything about my mom. The memories were too painful. I shut my eyes tightly and tried to block them out.
I could hear them talking in the back of my mind as I zoned. I watched unconsciously as the lights slipped from the walls to the floor as hours passed. I vaguely remember my father walking past as it grew darker. I don't think he noticed me, but my mind was shaken into the dark part of my mind, the part that blinded me from reality and brought me to the memories I tried to submerge into nothingness.
I felt tears roll down my face, one at a time, then waterfalls cascading down and soaking my shirt.
"Adam?" I looked up to see Drake staring at me, his blue eyes wide and worried. "How long have you been there?"
I didn't know. Had I spaced out as my father talked to Drake? I didn't know how long they talked, but by looking outside, I could tell it was getting dark. Twilight had come and gone.
"Come on, Adam." Drake said, helping me to my feet. "It's late."
I sighed as I led him to my room. My small, white room. The white curtains over my window blocked out the streetlight that usually kept me up at night. White was my mother's color. She liked white. I had to keep that part of her with me. It was a pure color, pure like her. I wanted her to know that I wanted to preserve her pureness in her favorite color by making it the highlight of my room. I didn't have any other color in my room besides white.
Drake looked over at me. "So..." He looked down awkwardly. Silence reigned in my room as neither of us spoke.
"Uh... You can sleep on my bed. I'll take the floor." I told him quietly. I honestly wanted to sleep in my own bed, but I had to be gracious to my guest.
Drake gave me a weird look, like he wanted to say something but didn't. "Thanks, man." He said finally. He stood there a while more and as I started to turn around, he grabbed my arm. "Adam, why are you with Brit?"
I looked at him, trying not to see the hurt and anger in his eyes. "She's a nice person. I trust her."
"She lies to people. She's a slut." he spat.
"She is not!" I snapped.
Drake curled his fingers into fists. "Sh-she's the worst girl ever. Don't trust her."
I stared at him, seeing his eyes fill up with tears. I kept looking at him, then a piece clicked into place.
"What did she do to you?" I asked quietly. Drake widened his eyes, as if he didn't think I was smart enough to figure out that something was wrong.
Drake looked away. "...She forced me into having sex... Sh-she said it was to help m-me..."
"Why? Help you from what"
He shut his eyes tightly. "...I-I'm..."
"Adam!" I heard my dad shout.
"I should see what he wants." I mumbled before walking out of my room to find my dad.
I could hear Drake trying to control his sniffling, trying not to cry, as I made my way to my dad's office.
