All Things Bright and Beautiful (Owl City fanfic)

Cloe

I sat down on the bed in Adams spare room and thought about things.

It wasn't hard considering everything that had happened in the past month.

I thought about first meeting Adam, how amazing it had been, and then about almost kissing him in the rain. I thought about deciding to come stay with him in Owatonna and then us singing in the dark. I thought about him kissing me for the first time and then him asking me to be his girlfriend. I thought about our date in the snow and our second duet, well, half of a duet, and then us kissing again.

I thought about 5 minutes ago when I had told him...what I had told him.

There was a knock on my door.

"Come in," I quickly ran a hand through my hair and sat up straighter.

Adam stepped in with to steaming mugs.

"I made you some tea," he said, answering my unasked question. "Mint," he handed me one of the mugs and stood uselessly.

"Sit," I patted the bedding next to me.

He eyed the bed nervously as if I was asking him to get naked and climb in with me. After a moment more he sat down. I rested my head on his shoulder and took a sip of my tea. It was hot, drinkable.

"Why are you so..." I traced his hand where it rested on his leg with my finger.

"Dislikable?" he sighed, slipping his arm around my waist.

"No!" I put my tea on the bedside table.

"Why do you do that? It's like you're looking for pity," it came out angrier than i'd meant it too, and I could tell he was hurt.

"Adam, what's wrong?" I urged, putting my hand on his shoulder.

He took a deep, deep breath.

"I'm in love,"

I was silent.

"With you. And I always feel like I'm not good enough for you. like if I do something wrong i'll lose you. Like I lost Annmarie,"

"Oh Adam," I said, but I didn't put enough force into the words and they came in a barely-whisper.

I felt tears prick the corners of my eyes. He turned towards me, and the look on his face was so sad, so unbearably sad, sadder than anything I'd ever seen before.

"I love you" it came out before I could stop it, but I didn't regret saying it.

"I love me too," a smile spread across his face. "but I love you more!"

I laughed and draped my arms on his shoulders.

I could tell he hadn't shaved in a while, but I thought he was cuter that way.

"I love you,"

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That night I made Adam a real dinner.

I made him spaghetti. While I was making the sauce he grated cheese and started the water for the noodles.

When he reached over me to get a plate for the cheese from the cupboard above me he accidentally pinned me against the wall, and if I was't mistaken he lingered for a moment before receding back towards the counter.

After I had made the sauce and we cooked the noodles we put them together and ate some.

"Wow," Adam said after his first mouthful.

"This is really good,"

"Please tell me if you're just saying that," I pleaded.

"No! It really is delicious!"

"Oh thanks, well, you helped," I said, trying to sound modest.

"Oh yeah, riiiiight," he said sarcastically.