Adam's POV:
I spent a decent amount of time tidying my room, sorting out my clothes and washing my bed sheets and - most of all - figuring out what the fuck I had gotten myself into.
My general theory was that this was just a friendship, one friend helping out another friend. This was the thought I had 'highlighted and put in bold', and I made sure this was slap-bang at the front of my conscience. Just.A.Friend. *emphasis on all the full stops*
I knew I had a tendency to overthink things, so once my room smelt, looked and felt relatively clean I left the matter and went down to get a snack. As I opened the fridge, I realised Dad hadn't been shopping, and then closing the fridge confirmed my suspicion as there was a scrawled note tucked under the magnet saying 'Stuff for Adam to do while I'm away'. To my despair, listed below was every household chore possible, including 'go grocery shopping'.
Looks like I'm walking to the store.
I texted my friend Marcus to see if I could hang with him for a bit; I figured he'd be around, and he lives close to the supermarket. He's one of those skinny, judgmental nerds who is amazing at Minecraft and knows everything about re-wiring an X-Box, but can't throw a ball for his life. He wears black glasses and has scruffy, fawn-coloured hair (he gets mad when I call it dirty-blonde), and wears those baggy, karky trousers that zip off to make shorts. He might not be the coolest but I guess he's pretty funny and has always stuck by me.
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I left Marcus' around 5, after playing several hours of GTA and officially deciding I will never beat him. It was lightly drizzling as I walked home, and the pavements gave off that damp, slightly mouldy smell.
The bell of the store rang softly as I entered, accompanied by the low grunt of the man behind the counter. I hastily walked around, picking up some crisps, chocolate and other snack foods, then dumped them down on the counter and pulled out a tenner.
"Two seventy five change." He mumbled, dropping my the coins into my hand. "You want your receipt?"
I shook my head and glanced up, noticing the increase in rain. Tugging at my hood, I tightened the jumper's toggles before pushing the door open and walking swiftly down the street towards my house.
The rain was quite refreshing, it gave me time to think and clear my head a little. I began to think about school, and my mind wandered to a memory of Chase. He was hanging with his friends, and someone must have told a joke - a short brunette girl I think - because he was laughing; a huge, hearty laugh that started in his feet and flooded through his entire body, and filled up every inch of his green eyes with a luminous sparkle. He placed his hand on this girl's shoulder and continued to smile, flashing his neat white rows of teeth. I remembered I felt a twitch of something in my brain, looking at him touch her. Like a metal itch: something I couldn't quite put my finger on but I knew it bothered me in some way.
Before I knew it I was standing at my front door, key in hand, staring blankly at the cast iron knocker. So, following my intentions I opened my door and entered, dropping my key in the dish and taking off my shoes. Then I checked my watch. 5:25.
35 minutes left. The slowest minutes of my life.
~ Sorry this chapter is short, will upload another one soon ~
