A/N: Dedicated to xsnickerss for writing a really sweet story about overcoming our fears and pasts :'). X
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CHAPTER FOUR
ADAM
I roughly opened the fridge door in the kitchen of the small two bedroom apartment that I shared with Skylar, searching for the bag of peas that I bought a few days ago when I went grocery shopping for the first time.
Rummaging through the food and drinks that we chaotically threw into the fridge, I finally found what I was looking for behind a stack of frozen pizzas. Not bothering to put a cloth around the bag of peas, I hurriedly placed it on my shoulder impatiently waiting for the numbness that comes with cool bag.
Slowly becoming satisfied with lack of sensation I was beginning to feel in my shoulder, I dragged my feet towards the living room, grateful that the kitchen and the living room was just one huge open space so I wouldn’t have to walk to far to get to the couch or open any doors in my sorry condition.
Skylar’s mum, being an interior designer, said she’d send some furniture to us in the next few weeks. But what more could we possible need? We’ve got a 52” inch T.V. mounted carefully onto the wall, a comfortable couch a couple of feet away from it, separated only by a medium sized black coffee table and just below the T.V. stood a cabinet containing Skylar’s proud collection of two hundred or so movies, along with a few of my own and our beautiful PS3 games console stood proudly on top of the cabinet with the hand consoles on either side of it.
Honest to God, what more could we need? There would be no point in my Aunt sending us plants, they’d just die, we would never bother to hang up any of her eccentric ‘paintings’. Although, I would not object to her sending us a couple of rugs, this entire apartment had wooden flooring and I certainly didn’t appreciate the cold floors first thing in the morning.
Trudging over to where Skylar was sprawled across the ‘L’ shaped couch, sighing heavily from the effort my sore muscles were being put through just to walk I sat down at the other end, “You think Coach is going to ease up with his training?” I asked while repositioning the bag of peas further down the back of my shoulder.
“Well I sure as hell hope so I can’t take a daily beating like this. Talking of beats, you still planning on going to that party that Hannah was telling us about?” Skylar asked.
“Probably, I mean we told the girls we’d go right? And Ethan’s got a thing for Selena now so he’s not going to let us back out,” I mumbled. Skylar mumbled something incoherent as his hand muffled the sound as he rubbed his face. Throwing a couch cushion at him with my good arm I said, “What did you say?”
Rolling his eyes at me, he replied “I said,” pausing for effect I turned to reach for another cushion before he interrupted me, “Jheez I’m kidding. Impatient much? O.K I said he’s had a thing for her for a while now. So he’s definitely not going to let us back out. Explain to me again why we’re letting him force us to go?” Breathing out in exasperation, he continued to complain, “Dude I can barely walk.”
Laughing at his whining I lied back down on the couch, “Ethan’s the only one with a functioning car at the moment. You made him the proposition of making him our chauffeur in return for us being his designated driver whenever he wants.” I said mock accusation in my tone, grabbing a cushion close to my leg I added, “Now man up, the party starts at 9pm, so we’ve got about 2 hours till then. Sleep some of this off till then.”
“Next time I say some stupid shit like that, smack me,” Skylar grumbles.
“Gladly.”
* * *
“Dude you better open up this door now!” Ethan yelled from behind the front door, startled by the sound of his voice and the pounding on the door, Skylar dropped to the ground as he rolled onto his side, just as I was rubbing the sleep away from my eyes.
“Hold your f@cking horses!” Skylar shouted back in the direction of the door, getting up from the floor and stumping to the door to answer it, “What the hell is your problem dude, where’s the fire?” Skylar asked Ethan and Harry irritability clear in his voice.
“It’s ten to nine,” Ethan said bluntly just as irritated as Skylar.
“We rang both of you dozens of times an hour ago and started knocking at your door ten minutes ago,” Harry added nonchalantly, obviously not bothered by the irritation of either of our friends as he walked past them both and sat on the sofa.
Sitting up and getting some cracks out of my bones I extend my hand to Harry which he gladly bumped. “We fell asleep. Practice was brutal,” I explained
“You’re telling us? My legs feel funny.” Harry stated stretching out his legs one at a time to lessen the stiffness in them.
Shooting a glance at Ethan and Skylar who were still standing by the door squaring off I decided it was time to defuse the tension a notch, “Relax we’ll be ready in ten minutes tops,” I said mainly to Ethan.
Putting a hand through his hair, Ethan finally walked away from Skylar and towards the couch, as he sat down he muttered, “All right go. Just hurry up, Selena and the girls asked if they could tail our car since they don’t know where it is and I told them we’d pick them up at 9pm.”
Knowing full well that Ethan hated nothing more than to be late I just nodded at him, standing up I made my way towards the bathroom for a nano-second shower.
“Didn’t Hannah tell us about the party?” Skylar asked.
“She’s a chick, probably has issues with directions,” Harry scoffed.
“Sexist much?” Skylar and Ethan both blurted, and then both began laughing at Harry’s confused face, the tension between them clearly forgotten.
“Please, I have three sisters. I’m all for women’s rights and what-not,” He mumbled, evidently missing the point that they were both joking.
Turning away from them I went into my room to collect my towel, grabbing a pair of dark jeans and a slogan t-shirt that read ‘Don’t Need a Permit For These Guns’ with two arrows pointing towards where my biceps would be. Leaving my room to get to the bathroom I yelled over to the guys, “This party better have some hot girls, since I’m leaving the house with all my muscles killing me!”
“Man up!” Skylar yelled throwing my own words back at me with a smug look on his face.
A/N: This is just a filler chapter I suppose... But I hope you guys enjoyed reading it. Let me know what you think.
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