Like Fridge Magnets

Chapter Eighteen

A/N: Dedicated to crystalbeaut for being such an awesome and super sweet person :)

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

ADAM

       “Yo, open up,” Harry yelled through the front door of the apartment as he banged his fist against it impatiently.

“Chill, would you?” I yelled back as I got off the couch and yanked the door open annoyance clear in my tone, “You do realise that I’m not deaf, right?” I huffed.

“Relax, dude,” Harry laughed out, “You know how I’ve been to your place a few times and I’m always saying there’s something missing?” He asked. I looked over at him confused as anything, where the hell was he going with this?

“Yeah,” I drawled out as I went back to the sofa and sat down.

“I finally figured out what’s missing!” He exclaimed as he pulled a Wal-Mart bag out of his messenger bag, “I was Skyping the family when I saw them,” he added gesturing towards the carrier bag.

“What the hell is it?” Ethan asked Harry as he got a soda out of the fridge, “The whole damn way over here he was talking about ‘the masterpieces’, yet he wouldn’t tell me,” he said to me as he sprawled out across the other end of the sofa. I glanced over to where Harry stood next to the fridge.

“What are you doing?” I asked him as I stood up.

“Wait, man” he hollered as he extended one hand backwards to me, indicating that I shouldn’t come any closer, “Okay now come check it out.” I walked over to the fridge, Ethan tagging along right behind me. Ethan placed his soda can on the kitchen counter as he bent over laughing. Within a matter of seconds we were all laughing to the point of wheezing.

‘IF IT WALKS OUT OF THE FRIDGE THEN LET IT GO’

It read in several different coloured fridge magnets, with all of the other unused letters spread out all over the two refrigerator doors. Looking over at them I realised that Harry was right, it did give the kitchen a homier feel.

“Dude, you seriously need to consider cleaning the kitchen,” Harry said once we had all sobered up.

“It was clean,” I pointed out, “Until we made breakfast and Puffin dumped me with all the cleaning up and Skylar left his mess too,” I added mumbling, “Help me out?” I asked them as I threw Harry some yellow latex gloves and Ethan a towel without waiting for their responses.

“Your mess, Adam,” Harry said as he threw the gloves back to me grinning and made his way over to the couch.

“Alright fine,” I shot at him, “I guess you just don’t want to even give playing NBA 2K11 against me a shot, huh? I see you, it’s ok to fear the great,” I taunted him.

“Ahh please,” he said as he got off the couch, “Your reverse psychology bullshit didn’t work; I’m only helping you because my mother taught me to help the unfortunate.”

I simply nodded to him after deciding that my reverse psychology did its job; we all cleaned up the kitchen, that I had been putting off looking at ever since Elayna had left, quicker than if I had attempted it myself. How did we even make such a mess and use so much stuff? The conversations that we had while we tidied up were pretty light until Ethan asked, “I swear Skylar’s not even here. How did you make such a mess?”

“I made breakfast for Puffin,” I told them as I put the last plate back in its place in one of the cupboards.

“You did not,” Harry said nonchalantly, “Now, what really happened, did we miss some small ass party?”