Soon after my incident with Adam, I fell asleep on my ratty old couch. This had been where Michael spent most of his time, drinking beer, eating food, drinking more beer, and watching football games with his friends.
My phone began playing my favorite song, Counting Stars by OneRepublic, someone was calling me.
I sat up, rubbing my tired eyes and looked at the called ID, seeing Adam's name across the screen, I smiled.
"Hello?" I suppressed a grin.
"Jen?" Adam sounded scared, worried even.
"What's wrong, Adam?" I asked.
"Lindsey found out that I kissed you, and she thinks the reason I'm dumping her, is you."
"Adam, I am the reason. But if I'm being completely honest with myself, I can't hold a relationship right now. Not after Michael, I can't say that I'd be able to trust you."
"Oh," Adam's voice dropped, "Okay. I understand. We'll be friends, but I'm still dumping her, because if I have feelings for you, it'd be wrong to be with her."
"Since we're friends, I'll give you advice and say that's a splendid idea," I felt selfish for wanting the loss of Lindsey's happiness to fuel my own, but I never felt so in love so quickly with anyone before.
There was just something about him, and I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but I loved it about him anyway.
"Okay, friend, since we're friends, do you want to do something today?" Adam emphasized every 'friend'.
"Of course, um, but I don't have a car so I can't meet you anywhere."
"Oh yeah, well I guess that means I will have to pick you up in my oh so stylish volks-wagon," Adam tried sounding impressive, but ending up failing epicly.
"Really? Thanks. What time would you be interested in doing this activity?" I sat myself up and put the phone between my shoulder and ear.
"Yep, and how about, hm, twelve? It's ten thirty now, is that enough time for you to get ready?"
"What's that supposed to mean, sir?" I faked sounding hurt.
"Uh. Well, girls usually take awhile to get ready.." Adam stammered.
"I'm not one of those girls, I take like an hour to shower, apply makeup and get changed. Which is quite quick, and should be faster than the last girl you were with. Considering she had twenty pounds of eyeliner on."
"Hey, hey. Take it easy, she was a real sweet girl," Adam defended.
Personally, I took Lindsey for a bit of a slut, just by the look of her. She had multiple tattoos, lots of makeup and fishnet leggings certainly weren't meant for every outfit. Or any outfit, for that matter.
"Just wondering, where did you meet Lindsey?" I shifted my position on the bed, and went to the bathroom.
"Um, well, it's a little embarrassing."
Just as I thought, "Oh, well you don't have to tell me, I guess."
"Okay, well we actually met in a strip club. She was a stripper, and I was just a young guy who needed to take his mind off a few things. But she changed a lot while we were together, she quit her job as a stripper and she became less..trashy."
I snorted into the phone.
"What?" Adam demanded, I could feel his cheeks reddening over the phone.
"Well, you say that like she isn't still a whore," I laughed.
"What the hell, Jennifer?" Adam sounded really angry, "Why're you being so terrible all of a sudden? I dumped her for you, and so far you're not making it seem like that was the right decision or will be worth my wild. So far you're being a bitch."
He whispered the last part, as if he didn't really mean to even say it, which I believe he didn't, truly. The thing was, I didn't know why I was being so rude, but for Adam to be with such a trashy girl..I mean, he was Adam. Too good for that. For her. There had to be another reason he stayed with her through all those years.
"I'm sorry..I guess I'm jealous? I don't know. I'm confused as to how you ended up with her. You're this perfect guy, and she's-sorry about this-but full of flaws."
"Maybe this never occurred to you, or you never thought of it this way, but that's what love is Jen, you accept the person. Even if they're full of flaws and you're the most perfect person on earth, love is acceptance, that's all," Adam said as if it was the most simple thing in the world.
"Acceptance," I repeated in monotone.
"Maybe, maybe we should just stay apart for a bit, Jennifer."
"But, Adam," I grasped at him through the phone, hanging onto his voice with everything I had, "Okay, wait, does that mean I should just accept Michael?"
"Jen, you know that's a stupid question," he sighed, almost sounding disappointed in me.
"What do you expect me to be, Adam? Some kind of perfect person? All I want to know, is how did you end up with a girl like her?"
"I have to go, I'll talk to you some other time," he said, "Oh, and our plans are cancelled. Bye, Jen."
I returned the goodbye, but somehow I felt that he was doing more than just hanging up, or just leaving the call;
I felt like he would be just another person to walk out of my life.
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