Once Upon A Wish (On Hold)

Chapter 2 {What Happens Now}

                “I still can’t believe we’re going to Julliard,” I say as Adam and I hop in my truck.

                “I still can’t believe we’re graduating high school,” Adam counters. “It seemed like we were never gonna finish.”

                “No, it seemed like you were never gonna finish,” I tease. “Dude, with your grades, It's a wonder you passed kindergarten.”

                "Hey, who cares? We’re in freaking Montana. I’m just glad we’re finally getting out of here.”

                “We still have a week,” I say and Adam growls at me. “Hey, come on. It’s only one week, then we have the whole summer to do whatever we want.”

                “Speaking of whatever we want, I really want food. We can eat whatever we want for the first time in months, so can we please get a burger?” I look over at him for a second, giving him a half glare. “Hey, just because you’re a vegetarian, doesn’t mean the rest of the world is.” We laugh at that, but I still smack his arm. “Chile abuse!!” he cries.

                “You can scream all you want, no one can hear you.” I stick my tongue out at him. "And I can't be abusing you, I'm driving."              

                “I know,” he says. “But, you scare me, you hit hard, and you’re mean. That's mental abuse."

                “Flattery gets you nowhere in life, love. And for the record, I’m not mean, you’re just a sissy,” I say, quoting one of my favorite Happy Bunny lines. As we pull into Olive Garden, Adam finally stops pouting.

                “Hey, I remember this place,” he whispers, probably to himself. “We haven’t been here in years. Ever since—“

                “Yeah I know.”I say, cutting him off. I didn't mean to snap at him, but that's  a place I just don't want to go back to. He looks over at me, an apology in his eyes. “Sorry,” I say, reaching over to play with his hair. He lets me, knowing I’m lost again, a prisoner in my own little world. "You let your hair grow out again, I like it," I murmor. I can't believe I didn't notice it before; it's almost at his sholders. He hasn't had it long since... well, in a long time. He just shrugs, quiet, but smiles, so I know he's not mad at me. After a few moments of silence, I recollect myself and we get out of the car.

                “There goes your diet,” Adam says as he reaches to poke my side. I dodge him, sticking out my tongue as we walk inside. Surprisingly, for a Saturday, the place isn’t very crowded. We sit by the fireplace, because I love it. Gazing over beside me, I look out the window and sigh.  “What’s wrong?” Adam asks. He’s been asking me that a lot lately. I just can’t figure out why he’s so concerned.

                “Nothing’s wrong. I’m just thinking I guess. Remembering.” I lie casually. Well I’m not lying exactly but Adam has better things to do than to worry about me. Its better to just not say anything at all. Watching as he gazes around the room, I finally notice how quiet he’s being. “What’s wrong with you?” I ask. Quiet is definitely not an Adam thing. I’m the one everyone thought was mute during freshman year!

                “What do you mean?” he asks me. It's strange though; he asks a normal question, but it's almost like a challenge in a way, just by the sound of his voice. What is wrong with him today...