Sympathy For The Devil (On Hold)

x) Fragile

-Adam's P.O.V.-

I feel a draft tickle over my skin and I bring my arms tighter around... around a pillow? The realization is so startling that I reach out just a little too far and find myself falling down a foot to the ground, smashing my nose, square on the cold wood floor with a grunt.

"Holy..." I groan, pushing myself up off the ground and I relocate myself back onto the couch. What the hell? Why was I sleeping on the couch? Was I that tired last nig- 

Wait, Artemis. That's why.

I brought her home and we fell asleep on the couch, of course! But where is she?

My hands reach to rub the sleep out of my tired eyes and I shake my head free of the daze so that I can see the room clearer. My eyes scan the room, trying to find Artemis, but there is not a single piece of evidence that she was here. At all. The seat next to me that Artie's bag once occupied is now vacant.

My fingers gingerly reach out to the cold and empty leather seat next to me, perhaps trying to make myself believe that last night actually happened. I can swear it had happened but, why did she leave like a ghost in the night, like she wanted this to be a mere faded memory.

There's a pang of hurt and possibly saddness in my chest as I realize that maybe she doesn't want to remember last night. That it really doesn't mean anything to her.

The flooring creaks, making my hand retract to my lap and my eyes dart up to the stairs to see Artemis walking down in blue jeans, a coat and boots. Her short dark hair is wavy, not beach wavy, but like she just pulled her hair out of a ponytail type of wavy.

She's skipping a step to get down the stairs faster, her boots squeaking at every step she takes until she finally reaches the bottom.

"Good morning," I croak, sleep obviously lingering in my throat.

"Good morning," She says her eyebrow raised curling her lip into a smirk,"You might want to get the frog out of your throat though."

"You want to come over here and help me,"I say in a smoky voice, wiggling my eyebrows.

"I have things to do," She sniggers rolling her eyes and walking towards the door.

"Wait!" I say, quick on my feet and walking towards her, leaving my warm seat behind.

"What?" She breaths, looking me dead in the eye, expressionless.

"Jokes aside," I solemnly whisper, feeling my eyebrows twist into concern,"Are you feeling better? Last night seemed pretty rough on you.You-you looked torn up about something."

Her eyes drop their strong gaze to the floor and she shrugs, turning her back to me and going into the cabinet.

"What do you mean? Nothing happened last night," She says nonchalant as she goes into the cabinet to get bread and I follow her on her heels.

"You're serious?" I ask, baffled at her ability to dismiss what had happened.

"Yea, I'm serious," She gasps with annoyance, shrugging her shoulders as she puts the bread in the toaster.

"So nothing from last night matters?" I question and she turns to face me.

Her hand flies at her hip as she turns to face me,"The only thing that matters is that I'm running late, now can you stop pestering me."

She turns and pulls the bread out of the toaster and pushes past me, shoving my shoulder into the doorframe.

"Artemis, don't do this!" I roar, making my face flushes at the realization that I yelled at her but I quickly lower to a murmur,"You're lying to me. Now please tell me, what's really, really wrong? I want to help."