Songs About Jane

Chapter 6- Wake Up Call

Owwww, why does everything hurt like-

I open one eye and then quickly squeeze it shut. Where the hell am I?

I'm in a spacious living room, on a comfy couch with a fuzzy white blanket covered over my bruised body. The TV is left on idly at a low volume, no one is watching it. The Today Show is on. I notice the People magazine from this week that Kelsey bought me is laying on the coffee table with a Post-it note on the top that says, "Call management!" Huh? I decide not to over think it.

I sit up, yawn, and stretch. Ow ow ow ow owwwww. Stretching does not help my bruised body. Wait, how'd it get so bruised!? Suddenly, memories from last night come flooding in. Where-what-how...

Just then, I hear footsteps. I close my eyes and slow my breathing, pretending to be asleep. Sh**. What if it's Zach!? He used to live in an apartment, this place is too nice-

I hear the person clear his troat as he comes into the room. "Oh, god. Shut up about it!" He mutters. I think that he's yelling at me, but then I realize that his anger is directed at the television. They're talking about Adam Levine being a womanizer. Why does this guy care? And why does his voice sound so familiar? Once again, I'm over thinking, and my head hurts. I let out an "Ow!" and lift my hand to my forehead before I can even think to stop myself.

"Oh, good. You're up," the person says, walking around the sofa. I open my eyes and nervously look up at my kidnapper. My jaw drops. There, at the edge of the sofa, is the one and only Adam Levine.

Dang, I must've hit my head harder than I thought.

He looks even more gorgeous in real life than I thought possible. The pictures I've seen of him don't do him justice. And even though there's bags under his eyes like he didn't sleep last night and a couple bruises and scratches scattered here and there on his skin, he's still perfect.

He smiles at me and places an ice pack on my head and sets a bottle of pills on the coffee table. "Here's a new ice pack, and where's your old one?" He asks gently. I look around and I find a ice pack on the floor that was now room temperature. I pick it up and hand it to him. "Thanks. Doctor says to take two pills." I nod and grasp the pain killers. He sets a bowl of cereal on the coffee table. "I didn't know you'd be up, so I haven't made you anything yet. You hungry?"

I nod.

"Is cereal okay? Or toast, or... I'll admit, I'm not a good cook so-"

"Cereal's fine," I interrupt.

"Okay," he says and he sets off towards the kitchen. "By the way, you can pick your jaw up off the floor now," he calls over his shoulder, chuckling.

I shut my mouth. Oh, crap. How long has my mouth been hanging open now?! I'm just so amazed, how did this all happen?! Adam Levine!? What am I even doing here? What happened to me after I passed out last night? What happened to Zach? Why-

"Cheerios, Frosted Flakes, or Cinnamon Toast Crunch?" Adam shouts from the kitchen.

I look over at his abandoned bowl of cereal on the coffee table. Cinnamon Toast Crunch, of course. I let out a laugh under my breath. It's funny that he likes my favorite cereal.

"Hello?" He asks again impatiently. "Are you there?"

"What? Oh, yeah. Cinnamon Toast Crunch, please."

Moments later, he hands me my bowl and a glass of water for my pills, and I thank him as he grabs his own bowl, which I assume that the cereal is mushy by now.

"Did you take the pills?" He asks. Sheesh, he sounds like my dad or something. Dad. I wonder if he knows what happened to me last night.

I shake my head. "Not yet."