Beautiful Mystery (Owl City)

Chapter 5

[it has been a very, very, very long time, agh. I promised myself I wouldn't allow gaps like this in my writing anymore, but I actually have a legitimate excuse which will be in the author's note at the end of this chapter if anyone cares. okay. enjoy!

also this is going to be very short and sucky but I shall make up for it with following chapters. ok . enjoy!]

Adam's POV:

For the past couple of days, all I had been able to do was pace. Pacing was my way of calming myself down, or at least attempting to do so. The second I stepped through the door from my night out, I'd vowed to forget everything that had happened and continue wallowing in self pity until I was back on my feet. At least, that had been the plan.

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Two days ago:

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After forcing my friends out of the house, tucking the idea to get revenge on them in the back of my mind, I reached into the pocket of my jeans, where I had carelessly shoved the slip of paper with that Brielle girl's number. I pulled out the crumpled, slightly torn note and held it between my fingers. For a second, I just stared at the numbers, tossing the idea around.

No, no. You will not call her. Just get rid of it and go on with your life.

I held it in my fingers and attempted to rip it to shreds and forget about it. I tried a few times, but something just wouldn't let me. I sighed and just gave up. I set the paper on the side table and fell back onto the loveseat, rubbing my eyes with one hand. Why couldn't I just let it- and her- go?

After a few minutes of sitting on the couch in silence and feeling sorry for myself, I decided sleep was my best option. I sighed and pulled myself from the couch and in the direction of the stairs. I felt like my head was in a fog as I changed into pajamas, brushed my teeth, and finally crawled under the covers after what seemed like for ever. I closed my eyes and gave a small, content sigh. Seven or eight hours of peace would do me good.

And I'm sure they would have, if I could've actually slept. But, of course, even that was too much to ask. I tossed and turned, switched positions at least a dozen times, but found no relief. Finally, I gave up and laid on my back, staring up at the ceiling. What bothered me the most wasn't that I couldn't sleep, or that no matter how many times I closed my heavy eyelids or for how long, I couldn't find any relief. No, what bothered me the most is that one thing was plaguing my mind, and one thing only.

Brielle.

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I looked up to see that my pacing had taken me to the kitchen. I sighed, and reluctantly took a seat at the table. I leaned back and lifted my hand to look at the slip of paper held between my fingers. Brielle's number. Was I really about to do this? I reached into my pocket with my free hand and pulled out my phone.

Yes. Yes, I was.

Before I had time to stop myself, my thumb flew over the numbers on my phone and a high pitched dial tone filled my ear. I took a deep breath.

Here we go.

Brielle's POV:

I blinked the wetness from my eyes as they adjusted to the sunlight filtering through my window. I slowly, reluctantly, sat up and stretched my arms, looking out the window directly next to my bed. I loved the view of the city, especially before it was fully "awake". I smiled as soon as I remembered that I had the day off again, before swinging my legs over the side of the bed and letting my feet hit the floor. I glanced at the clock on my bedside table. It's glowing green numbers read 11:36. I smiled again, because I never slept in.

I picked up my phone from the bedside table, where it laid in front of the clock, and checked for any messages or missed calls. None, but what else was new? I closed the messages and pulled up Pandora, turning up the volume all the way and setting my phone back down.

"If timing's everything, stop telling me you're taking your time," I sang along with the song echoing throughout the apartment. I finally stood from the bed and danced along with the song, all the way into the kitchen. I eyed my coffee maker, but decided against it, simply because I couldn't be bothered to get everything together to make it. Maybe a stop at Starbucks later wouldn't be a bad idea.

I wasn't, however, too lazy to pull a container of strawberries from the fridge. Since they'd already been washed and sliced the day before, I flipped open the container and popped one into my mouth. I jumped up onto the counter and lazily kicked my heels against the cabinets beneath me. I ate a few more strawberries as Fortunate by Cartel filled the small apartment. I hummed along as I popped another strawberry into my mouth. As of right now, life was good. 

Suddenly, the song stopped and the room was instead filled with my ringtone. I set the strawberries o the counter and slid off, making my way to the other side of the room where I had set my phone. A number I didn't notice showed on the screen. I hit answer and held the phone to my ear.

"Hello?"

"H-hi, I-uh, is Brielle there?" asked a masculine voice on the other end.

"Speaking," I said slowly. "Can I help you?"

"I, uh. I'm Adam," the man replied. Every word he said sounded like he had to force himself to say it. "You, uh, we met at the .. um .. the club, on Friday." I felt my eyes go wide and my mouth drop open in surprise. He'd actually called?

"Oh, hi!" I said a little too eagerly. "How... how are you?"

"Good, good, I'm uh ... good," he answered. There was a pause. "Listen, I was ... I was, uh, wondering if maybe you .. uh, wanted to do something today?" He says the last part so quickly that I'm not sure if I've heard him right.

"Uh, I .. sure!" I answered quickly.

"Great, uh, I was thinking maybe, uh, Starbucks? The one on Sixth Street?" I smiled triumphantly to myself and tried to contain my excitement.

"That sounds great!" I replied. "I'm, uh, free all day, meet me there at, um, one..ish. maybe?"

"Sure, see you there," he answered quickly.

"Bye..." I hung up the phone and almost screamed. I hadn't actually been on a date in a long time, since the beginning of my senior year of high school. I jumped a bit as music began to play again and I realized I was still holding my phone pretty close to my ear. I set it back down on the table and danced around the apartment for a moment, feeling pleased with myself.

Way to not totally suck for once, Bri.

[A/N: wow, yay for short chapters and suckish writing! -insert sarcastic eye roll here-. But the next chapter shall be better, I promise! Also, reasons for lack of updates include an Alex Goot concert, Warped Tour, and family gatherings.

ALSO THIS NEXT PART IS IMPORTANT SO KEEP READING:

My best friend has a newer story on here. It's a boyxboy story with a pretty good -and detailed- plotline, and the pairing is Phan (amazingphil and danisnotonfire). SO. if you're a fan of them and want to read a pretty awesome story about them, please check out the user trs_pwt3 and read her story called Killer! It's fantastic!

AND ONE MORE THING.

I decided that I need a cool-ish outro to all of my chapters SO the best thing I could come up with was a question for you guys to answer in the comments.

SO THIS CHAPTER'S QUESTION IS:

What song/artist is your current obsession?

ALRIGHT LOVE YOU GUYS FAN AND COMMENT AND ALL THAT GOOD STUFF OK BYE]