Adam&Audrey

Rule #20: Tell Me How I'm Supposed To Breathe With No Air

Rule #20: Tell Me How I'm Supposed To Breathe With No Air

“So, what colour dress are you going to wear?”

Both girls stared at me. then they looked at each other. It was really kind of weird. “What?” I asked.

Audrey shook her head, her mouth quirking at the corner. “Nothing. Are you getting something to match?”

“Well, duh.” The girls looked at each other again and laughed, before Audrey leaned over and pinched my cheeks with both hands, grinning broadly.

“You’re so cute, really.”

Well, excuse-moi. I didn't appreciate being called cute. My face must have shown it because the girls chuckled again and then May shook her head. “C’mon, Audrey. Tell him.” She jerked a chin at me, and I looked away, still not feeling entirely comfortable looking her in the eye.

Auds tilted her head at me, her smile compressing then widening as she tried to control it. “Nah, let’s see what he can come up with. Besides, matching is so overdone.”

I opened my mouth to retort, then grumbled under my breath. “Fine, whatever. Now give me food!”

We spent the next half an hour finishing up our food and the girls very discreetly grabbed their bags as we headed out, not letting me get a peek of the colour whatsoever.

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I was never going to get a break.

Fina-freaking-ly. Exams were over, and it was literally like I could breathe again. However, the refreshing feeling was short lived because the next moment I was choking. “Auds! Help me!”

Audrey looked up from the magazine in her lap and burst out laughing at the mess I was in. One hand was clutching my throat while the other yanked at the robin’s blue tie I was wearing (which was really only making it tighter. Good lord.)

Her hands brushed my neck and chest as she loosened the tie, and it would have been more romantic if I wasn’t huffing and puffing enough to blow a house over. “There,” she said, patting the firm knot. “All better now.” The smile was still on her face.

I took in a huge breath, not letting it out and letting the oxygen, you know, oxygen-ify my insides and all. Audrey watched me with  funny look before shaking her head and picking up her magazine from my bed. “Alright, I’m going to go get dressed.” She was almost out the door when I let out the breath and called out for her.

“Wait! At least tell me whether I got the colour right?”

The shutting of a door was the only sound I heard. Sighing, I looked back at my reflection. With a black tux and blue tie along with dress pants, I thought I was practically ready. We still had an hour to go before the college doors would officially open for students and their dates, and an hour before May, Jay and Cody would show up for all of us to be fashionably late.

Picking up my phone, I called Jay. “Oh, baby, uh, uh, keep going,” was my greeting.

“Dude, what the hell.” Feeling slightly violated, I held the phone away from my ear. I wouldn’t be surprised if it was discovered that the guy breathed HIV with his every breath. “Calm yourself.”

The disgusting sounds stopped, and Jay groaned. “Adam, bro. Can’t you see I’m busy with someone here?”

“Stop playing with yourself and listen,” I said, smirking.

He swore at me before laughing and some shuffling indicated he was straightening himself. Awkward, considering my words. “What’s up?”

I flopped down on my bed, carefully so to not make any unneeded creases. “So basically I’m wondering about that thing guys are supposed to get for their girls? What is it, a corset?”