Once Upon A Wish (On Hold)

Chapter 5 {Realizing Home}

                Waking up the next day, I realize two things; one, that I’ve overslept. The sunlight pouring through the windows makes that clear. The other realization, I’m not in my own bed. Opening my eyes, the panic subsides. How I got into Adam’s house, is a mystery, but it’s way better figuring that out than the dream I had last night. Setting up, I notice that I’m in the same clothes that I wore in my dream; odd, but I guess that’s how life works huh. You can’t imagine something unless you have something to relate it to.

                I jump out of bed, and into the bathroom. I stay over Adam’s house so much that I have an extra set of cosmetics here. He doesn’t care, and it’s not like anyone else lives here but him. Sometimes I wonder about that; he’s alone so much, yet he doesn’t feel the same way that I do, depressed all the time, and I live with my mother. Maybe being alone is a good option.  I ponder these things as I brush my teeth.  After finishing up, I begin my search for Adam; I don’t have to look long, because he’s sitting on the bed, the same bed I just got out of. Has he been there the whole time? Maybe I really am going crazy! But crazy people don’t know they’re crazy, right?

                “Keep thinking that hard and you’ll lose your mind,” Adam says, smirking at me. I think it’s funny how he mentioned me losing my mind. Can people sense when others are going crazy? Is that just and Adam thing? Why am I thinking about this stuff right now?

                “Good morning to you too,” I say, sitting down beside him. “So it’s weird that you mentioned me thinking, because you’ll never believe the dream I had last night. It was so strange. Okay, so after the competition, we went to my mom’s house and when we got there—“

                “You found your twin sister that you hadn’t seen or heard from in years, and then you and your mom had a huge fight, so you came back here with me and bawled your eyes out until you fell asleep. Am I close?”

                “Oh my gooseness, that wasn’t a dream?” I ask, feeling myself tear up. I compose my face, and look up at Adam. He’s watching me really carefully, I guess debating on telling me what’s really going on. After a while, he mutters something unintelligently, and I look at him, confused.

                “No babe, it wasn’t a dream. It was my nightmares come to life.”

                “Adam, I--”

                “It’s okay, it wasn’t your fault. I just can’t get your face last night out of my head. I feel like I should have done something. You looked, I thought, it was just too much.”

                “Adam, you just—“

                “And it’s not like I can really even fault you for not telling me about your sister. I didn’t even know you had one. How could you forget to tell me that Belle? It’s not like it was some big secret, was it? Of course, it was just probably hard for you to deal with, especially considering how you acted towards her last night, I just wish—“

                “Adam—“

                “And I realize that right now you probably want to go home, and go figure out things with you family, but seeing—“

                “ADAM!” I shriek. Uncalled for, maybe, but it was the only way I could get him to listen to me.

                “Huh,” He says, I guess realizing that I’m actually here, and not his imagination.

                “Yes, last night was my fault. I should have known going home was a bad idea from the beginning. No, there was nothing you could have done to fix anything. You did the greatest thing ever by just letting me be here instead of having to stay home. I’m sorry that I sacred you, and as for the emotion thing, yeah, that’s not gonna happen again. I don’t cry; you know that. It doesn’t solve anything. With Amanda, I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you. I probably should have, but I didn’t think it was a big deal. I hadn’t seen her since I met you, and I didn’t know If I ever would anyway. No it wasn’t a secret, but it wasn’t exactly common knowledge that I had a sister either.”I pause for a moment to catch my breath. Adam just stares at me; I guess he knows that I’m not done. Besides, the next thing I say is the most important.

                I take a breath, and continue. “And as for going home to my family; Adam, you are my family.”

                “I meant your real family Belle.”

                “I know. You are my real family.”

                “You mother, your sister, your d—“

                “Yeah, I get the point.” I say cutting him off. “But I was thinking about that earlier; family doesn’t treat each other the way that we do. Families are there for each other. Families care about each other. Families don’t walk out on each other and aren’t heard from every few years. Families are like you and me. Adam, you’re the most important person in my life. Yes we both have broken families, but we still have each other. People say that you can’t pick your family, well, they’re wrong. We chose each other a long time ago, and I know that for the longest time, I was all you had. Now the tables have turned, you’re all I have. You are the only positive thing in my life right now. In a few months, we’ll be living out our dreams in New York, together; and if you think about it babe, everything we’ve done for years has been together. If you and I aren’t family, then I really have no concept of family at all.

                “Wow, who knew you actually thought things through,” Adam said. Yeah, this time, he could change the subject. I totally gave him a lot to think about. “I guess you’re right this time, but just this once”

                Standing up I stick my tongue out at him. Yeah, I’m immature, but it’s just Adam, so who cares. “Even a broken clock is right twice a day.”

                “You have a point, but you know, you just insulted yourself,’ He says and I grimace. Standing, he two sticks his tongue out. Then he hugs me.

                This is totally the way that everyone should act. Then again, when you’re with the people that you care about, I guess we’re not the only ones that do act like this. Glancing over his shoulder, Adam looks at the clock on the bedside table. Following his gaze, I look as well. 11:11.

                “Make a wish,” he whispers.

                And I do. Closing my eyes, I wish silently. Then, peeking, I see that Adam is doing the same thing. Surprised, I gasp, causing his attention to turn to me.

                “What’s wrong” he asks me. Oops, I guess I scared him a bit.

                “Nothing, what’s right?” I say smiling.

                “Right now, everything.”

                I lied; this is how everyone should act with each other. Sometimes, I feel like it’s just me and Adam against the world, and other times, I feel like we’ve created our own world. A world where nothing bad could ever happen; a world where there is no ‘against’. A world where there just…is.