Falling Means Breaking: An Adam Levine FanFic

Chapter 3

Adam started playing with my hair as I pushed my key into the lock. My heart started to beat just a little but harder, but I ignored it. I needed to focus on the talent night, which was only 4 days away, if I wanted to sound good. I couldn't rely wholly on Adam's unforgettable voice this time, I had to work memorable lyrics in as well. 

"So practice first or homework first?" Adam was over by the fridge, grabbing drinks for us. 

"Homework. As much as we need to practice, if you don't maintain that C average in Geometry, you will fail the ninth grade." He pouted at me in his cute little way and brought our drinks over to the island where I was sitting. I pulled out my textbook and we worked through all 24 problems fairly quickly. Adam was a very smart kid, but only when he applied himself. He wanted to work more on music than he did on his school work, and most people in town thought that music couldn't possibly take him that far. 

"Can we practice now please?" His pretty green eyes shone when he teased me. 

"Fine, but only because those puppy dog eyes are so cute." 

"Oh so you think I'm cute now?" One dark eyebrow arched over his eye. I just shook my head and walked up the stairs to find my guitar. The pick was buried somewhere in all my sheet music and by the time Adam sneaked upstairs and opened my door, I was half buried in it too. "Do you need some help?" I was about to say that I did when my fingers closed around the neon green piece of plastic. 

"Nope, I found it." I managed to stand up kind of gracefully and follow him back downstairs. He took out the sheet of paper where I had written all my lyrics and laid it on the couch. I was sitting on the floor, my back to the couch, playing the chords slowly.  After I had played through the song once or twice I brought the tempo up a little. I kept doing that until I was playing the song as I wrote it, and it was at this point that Adam began to sing along. I had to admit he sounded great on the song. He sang the first verse alone, but we finished out the rest of the song together. 

"You sound great. I never knew you could sing that well!" Adam sounded so excited and surprised. I wasn't sure whether to be offended or flattered. 

"Thank you. I learned from the best." It was indeed Adam that taught me to sing. I remember coming home from school and hearing Adam singing in his room and he would call me up to him and we went through hours of vocal training all through seventh grade. He was absolutely amazing. 

"Yeah, your dad is pretty great." 

"You know very well who taught me to sing, so stop being so modest. Let's go music shopping." I had no idea where that came from, but  it sounded like a good idea, so I went with it. I had my restricted license so I could drive during the daylight hours and the keys to Jenny, our black mustang, were on the counter. 

"I wanna drive Beka!!!" Adam stuck out his lip at me and I handed him the keys. He laughed and ran out the door. I grabbed my wallet and followed him, locking the door and grabbing the spare key from inside the potted plant.  

Adam was not a remarkable driver, but he wouldn't kill anything. We pulled up at the music store and Adam popped out of the car, shut his door, and ran around to open mine. I had to take the keys from him and lock the car. 

"Hey, there's my two favorite teenagers!" Cole, the shop keeper called from the back. He wasn't old, only really about 26, but he had been a part of this town for as long as I can remember. He had no family when he moved in to the little apartment above the store, and now this whole town is his family. 

"Hey Cole," Adam said as he was already thumbing through records. I walked around the small store and just took in the beauty of the things around me. There were three small bookcases in the center of the store, full of new CD's. The back wall was covered in posters of new and old bands. The other two walls were littered half way down with guitars of all shapes and sizes. The bottom halves of those walls had bookcases full of albums, real vinyl albums. 

We stayed in the store close to an hour just looking. In the end, I got two CD's and four custom guitar picks that Cole made, and Adam got a CD and some new strings for his electric guitar. It had been a good day. I slid my bag into the back seat next to Adam's and I got to drive home. 

"You drive too carefully." Adam was up and getting our bags as soon as I parked in the drive way. 

"I beg to differ," my dad said, standing in the doorway of our house, smiling at me. 

"Hey dad, where's your car?" 

"Still at the studio, I walked over here because I needed to stretch my legs. You guys be careful, staying in this big house all alone." And with that he was gone. I knew why everyone was still said that, but Charles Manson was in San Quintin federal prison for the murders he committed, there was no need to worry. 

Adam hung out until 10 and then he walked back over to his house. I was laying on the couch when I got a call, so I had to go all the way upstairs to get my phone, which I had left on apparently. I opened my phone to see, large black letters, Victoria. What could she want?

"Hello?" I answered. 

"Keep your dirty hands off my man." 

"What?" 

"I saw you at the music store today. You stay away from my boyfriend."

"He said you guys broke up." 

"Oh hunny, he lied. We never broke up, he just said that to stop you from whining." 

"I don't believe you." 

"Oh really, look out your window." The line went dead as I looked down to see Victoria and Adam on my front lawn making out. I pulled the curtains shut. I couldn't do this anymore, and suddenly England didn't seem far enough away. 

A/N: SORRY THAT TOOK SO LONG TO PUBLISH, I HAVE REALLY BEEN TRYING TO WRITE MORE CONTENT AND LONGER CHAPTERS, BUT I WANT THEM TO BE GOOD CHAPTERS, SO THEY WILL PROBABLY TAKE A LITTLE LONGER. ANYWAY WOW, BIG CHAPTER. WHAT DID YOU GUYS THINK? SHOULD I KEEP WRITING THIS??