Beautiful Mystery (Owl City)

Chapter 9

[It lives!

okay yes my love of writing fled me for the longest time and I'm still really iffy about whether I want to keep writing or not or just quit, but I at lest want to finish this story before I make that decision. so i'm sorry if this is rubbish, but please bear with me, and thank you to everyone who's been patient and kind.

Adam's POV:

Maybe one of these days it might sink in: Pacing does me no good. But that day was not today, and as I waited for Keegan and Alex to show up, I walked back and forth in the living room, nervously chewing on a fingernail. I'm sure they thought I was crazy for wanting to do this, heck, I thought I was crazy for wanting to do this. But, seeing as my friends were probably more than halfway here, it was too late to turn back now. I was close to digging my phone out of my pocket and calling to cancel, but I couldn't do so before there was a loud knock on the front door. I jumped at the sound, then took a deep breath and walked to the door. Upon throwing it open, questions started pouring in almost immediately.

"What's gotten into you, man?"

"Yeah, are you sick or something?"

"You actually want to go back to that club?"

Yes, that's right, I actually wanted to go back to that club. Wanted to, as in, I had been the one to call them up and ask if they could take me. I knew that they would be skeptical of my intentions, but I also knew that they wouldn't turn down a trip to the strip club.

"Yeah, I do," I answered, my voice quivering slightly. It's not even that I was nervous about going to the club, or that I was worried about being seen somewhere like that, I was nervous for Brielle.

There was a moment of silence between us, then a quizzical look crossed Alex's face.

"What're you up to?" he asked skeptically.

"Nothing," I replied, thankful that this time I was able to keep my voice even. Keegan rolled his eyes and jabbed his elbow into his friend's ribs.

"Dumbass, there's only one reason he'd want to go back there." It took Alex a minute to think about what Keegan had said, and then his face lit up and he said in a sing-song voice,

"Adam has a crush, Adam has a crush!" I rolled my eyes.

"What are we, five?" I asked, beginning to feel frustrated.

"You can tell us you're going just to see whats-her-face," Keegan said. "We don't judge."

"She has a name! It's Brielle!" As soon as the sentence left my mouth, huge smiles spread across both of their faces.

"Brielleeeee," they said, dragging the word out as if they were a couple of middle school girls. I rolled my eyes again.

"Will you drive me or not?"

Alex gestured towards the door.

"After you, lover-boy."

"Mature," I spat as I headed for the door, my frustration melting away into more nerves.

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Brielle's POV:

 I couldn't even handle myself at the moment. A feeling of dread had settled in the pit of my stomach long ago, and even though I had managed to avoid my tyrant of a boss on the way in, my hand shook visibly as I reached to turn the knob of the dressing room door.

"Well, look what the cat dragged in," was the first thing I was greeted with upon entrance. The nasally slur earned a few high pitched giggles, which I ignored as I set my bag on the counter.