If life were a fairytale (one more chance SEQUEL)

Chapter 25

"There, left. Thank you my friend." I think I paid the cab and looked up to her window.

I called.

"Hi." A sore voice.

"You have a pretty voice." I chuckled

"What the-Adam?"

"Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair!"

A groan. "Damn it Adam! You're drunk. Wait, what were you saying about Rapunzel?"

I giggled. "Look out your window silly."

"Adam Smith, you better not be outside my ap- Well, shit. Who drove you here anyways?" She appeared with her messy brown curls at her window with a worn-out t-shirt.

"I took a cab."

"All the way from New York?"

"Nope. I came with Ricky and Danny. We took..." I counted with my fingers. I heard a sigh from the other end of the line. "3 and ½ days? Yep."

"And they let you come here. Drunk. On your own?"

"Nah nah nah nah nah. You're getting it all wrong. We came here with Ricky... Ricky? Yeah, Ricky's car, got a room at a motel, he went with his girlfriend to god knows where, Danny took me out for drinks, as you may notice, and, for this part, shh. Hihihihi." I could almost notice her rolling her eyes. "I ran as fast as I could to a cab before he caught me, and ta-da! Here we are."

"Yeah, here we are." Deep breath. "Just-ugh, come in before you do something stupid. Well, stupider."

"So, you're not mad at me anymore?" I asked hopeful."

"Please just come inside." Her voice was weak.

"Okay." I did as she told me. Of course, I tripped on most of the stairs. When I got there, I noticed her face looked tired. Not just from being woken up at god knows what time.

"What did you want?" She crossed her arms over her chest.

"I wanted to apologize for..."

"Breaking up with me? Leaving me in the fucking rain like a moron? Coming here half-drunk in the middle of the night?"

"Yeah, sorry." I whispered with a sad-puppy face.

"Don't do that Adam. Seriously don't."

"I really am sorry." She turned her back on me. "Hobbit."

She snapped her head towards me again. "You don't get to call me that! That was the name that my best friend put me! The same boy who I knew for sure I could go to with anything and he wouldn't judge me! He would tell me the truth, straight to my face, but nicely. What you did, that was... you got screwed up by that bitch. And I felt like shit, as if Sarah had abandoned us all over again. That is how important you were to me! But apparently, I wasn't all that to you!" I felt something funny in my throat.

"Parker, what's going on?" I think it was Stella that whispered from the hallway.

Parker groaned and turned to her. "Sorry guys, I'll keep it do..." I threw up. Felt the undigested gross liquid come out of my mouth, and then it was all a blur.

Parker's POV:

"I'll help you clean up." Stella said.

"Just leave it. I've got it." I answered knowing she would definitely clean my ex-boyfriend's vomit unless I told her not to several times.

"You sure?"

"Yeah, I doubt I can go back to sleep now, you go, I'll be fine." She hesitated. "Please go. I'm fine." At this point, Adam was leaning against the back of the couch on the floor. I got a mop, cleaned the floor, went to the bathroom, washed in warm water a towel, got a glass of water, and came back to see a very confused Adam.

"Here, drink this." I handed him the glass and placed carefully the towel on his forehead. Suddenly I started to cry. Just silently crying while I caressed his forehead and hair.

"Oh no. Don't cry. Why do you cry?" He said like a toddler boy.

I took a deep breath. "No reason. I'm okay, you're okay. We're gonna be okay." I pushed his hair back.

My voice was trembling but he didn't notice, just smiled, and said "Yeah we are." His eyes were getting sleepy so I guided him to the couch and made sure his head was in the right position if a second round came. I went to bed, but didn't sleep. I had too much to think about.

ADAM's POV:

I woke up with a deep headache, my head in an awkward position and everything hurt. I opened one eye and found myself on the girl's couch. Shit, I thought. The previous night was blurry and mixed up.

"Good morning." A pissed voice snapped at me. I fully opened my eyes to see Serena standing in front of me with her arms over her chest. "Did you sleep well?"

"Yeah, kind of."

"That's great. Parker didn't!" She remarked angrily.

I sat up and rubbed my temples. "What did I do last night?"

"Oh- nothing special. You were just the major dumbass you sometimes are!"

"Morning Adam." A voice said from the kitchen. I looked behind me, where Parker was holding a cup of coffee.

"Parker I'm..." I started standing up.

"Sorry. I know. You said so last night." She slightly backed away from me. "Serena, could you...?"

"You sure?"

"Yeah. Completely." She gave her a half-smile even I didn't believe.

"Fine."

When we heard Serena's door being shut, she looked up at me and started before I even opened my mouth.

"What the fuck were you thinking?! Were you even thinking?"

"No. I'm rea..."

"really sorry. God, stop saying that. It doesn't even sound like a word anymore. You say it like your mom forced you to say sorry to that annoying kid you used to fight in pre-school." I didn't say anything, I couldn't. She sighed, do you... do you remember what happened?"

"Not after I threw up."

She ran her hand through her messy brown curls. "I told... what were you doing drinking? You hate it. What I said yesterday, I, I shouldn't have said it."

"What did you say?" I asked curiously.

"Nothing, it doesn't matter."

"Tell me." I said coming closer to her. She stared at my eyes and backed away at my same pace. "Come on."

"No." She laughed humourlessly.

"Come on." I stopped when her back touched the wall. I crossed my arms over my chest to imitate and mock her a little. I saw a little smirk appearing on her mouth. "I dare you."

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, as if thinking it over. I brought my had to the side of her face, and watched her flinch to my hand. When her eyes opened, they looked glassy and no longer had the mischievous smirk in them. "I told you we were gonna be fine, and we won't. It's obvious, not just this. Even if we figure things out, the universe will throw something else at us. I'm sure it hates us for some reason. And..." She looked down at her bare feet.

"And?" I asked lifting her head.

"And you'll leave." She shrugged. "You did when you were in the coma. And you did now. I'm afraid you will next time we get screwed up by something or someone."

It hurt. It hurt so much to see how broken she was. But I'd help her. I'd help her get back together, because that's what friends do. That's what we do.

I took her and hugged her tight, letting her cry silently into my chest. "We're gonna be okay. I will not leave you. I promise."