"Whose that?" Tristan questioned as Adam glared in my direction, slowly deciding if he should come over or not.
Finally he did.
"Hi."
"Hello, Adam," I said happily.
"Whose this?" Tristan asked again impatiently.
"Adam Young, former friend," I replied, shaming myself for being so attracted to Adam when I was on a date with a super hot guy.
I never got over Adam, and seeing him was not helping. Truth be told, I wanted him, in every way possible, but honestly, how was I supposed to get that?
"Nice to meet you, Adam," Tristan's voice snapped me back to reality.
"Uh, nice to meet you. What're you two up to?"
"We're on going around town for the day," I smiled lovingly at Tristan, attempting to make jealousy seep into Adam.
"It's a date," Tristan added quickly, to also make Adam jealous I believe, and to clarify that we didn't really want to be bothered.
Except, I did. I wouldn't mind being bothered forever if it was by Adam. His presence was funny that way.
"Oh. I guess I should go then, don't wanna interrupt you two lovebirds," Adam's eye twitched funnily at these words, I could tell my plan to make him jealous succeeded.
"Okay, bye!" I waved, and reconnected me and Tristan's fingers, intertwining them again, and moving forward.
"Who was that guy really?" Tristan sounded full of suspicion.
"A friend, I told you."
"Then why did you try so hard to make him jealous?" he furrowed his brow.
"What?" my eyes widened and I looked around, the tips of my ears growing warmer, "what're you talking about.."
"You're a terrible liar," Tristan grinned and lifted my chin with his finger, a motion I very much liked, "but, why're you trying to date again if you're in love with him?"
"Isn't that the question of the year?" I answered softly.
After our date was over, I went back up to my apartment, and put some sweats and my I Love NYC hoodie on.
Minutes after I'd laid down on the couch, switched on the tv and cuddled up next to a pillow, I received a text.
I figured it was from Tristan, but was surprised to see Adam's name pop up.
'If you're main goal was to make me extremely jealous today, you're going to have to do better than that, Jenny.'
I laughed and replied, 'How would that be accomplished?'
Seconds later a reply came through, 'I'm coming over, see you in ten. That is, if you're not getting up it on with your boy toy.'
I typed hurriedly, getting up to brush my hair, 'You're lucky we don't need much time, come on over, door's open.'
I brushed my hair and waited for him to come.
Not much later I got a knock on my door and ran to open it.
"Hey," Adam leaned in and kissed me hard.
I didn't protest as we made our way over to the couch, eagerly sitting down, well, lying down. I settled on top of him, making out at this point, when he began pulling on my hood, signaling it to come off.
I pushed him down, "Adam, why do you want to do this?"
"I like you."
"You're drunk, aren't you?"
"No," he sighed, falling back against the couch, "maybe a little."
"You can sleep here, I don't want you driving. You can have the couch," I said going to bed.
"No," he scooted over, "sleep here with me. Just sleep."
I debated, this is what I wanted, right?
But was this how I wanted it? When he was almost passed out drunk?
I decided against it.
"No, I'm going to bed. Goodnight Adam."
He got up and wrapped his arms around my waist, picking me up and setting me gently on the pull out couch. Softly, he laid down beside me, his arms finding my waist once again.
Before I closed my eyes, he whispered into my ear, "Just so you know, I don't drink."
He closed his eyes, and not long after, I heard his shallow breathing, letting me know he was asleep.
I didn't drink often, but when I did it was alot at one time. This is how I usually felt;
High on life, drunk on love.
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