Writing's Second Taste

Chapter Seven: Loved

We entered Adam's apartment, lugging the takeout bag that we bought on the way back. After a successful day of shopping, we managed to get almost everything that we needed. We were able to carry the small ones on our own but the big appliances and furniture will be delivered sometime this weekend.

He asked if I could go on and help him with that but I had to turn him down since I know Julia was ready to explode on me if I canceled on her one more time. I did promise to visit throughout the week in-between and after my classes to give him a hand.

"You want to talk to her?" he suddenly asked as I was unpacking our food. Giving him a questioning look, he lifted his phone and waved it at my face, "I have to give her a report on where I spent a good portion of her money."

I already knew what he was talking about. The famous best friend, the cause of our first row, and the girl he was madly in love with.

And I was a hundred percent sure the more I get involved with this guy right across from me, that list would go on longer.

He didn't give me much time to respond because he already dialed her up and placed the call on speaker, putting it down on the box between us while it slowly rung while waiting for the recipient to pick up. Peering over the screen, I tilted my head at the words Sophia Valentine. I was not a huge fanatic or anything so I didn't know much but I was going to assume that Sophia was her real name.

"Adam?" came out her smooth voice. It was sweet and silky at the same time, a tone that you wouldn't mind listening to for hours and hours – no wonder she was winning multiple awards and was becoming one of the best-selling artist of this generation. Even though she was only talking, it was already melodious, just imagine when she sings, "Just in time, we just finished with the meeting."

"Done shopping, Soph," he said, using his nickname to her, "I'm going to send you the pictures later."

"Perfect," was her reply and I noticed the slight British accent slipping in there, "I hope you followed my instructions to a T."

Gazing up at Adam, I couldn't help but notice the way he had this soft smile on his face. Even though he wasn't talking to her face to face, he still adored every aspect of her. His eyes were closed and his chin was on the palm of his hand as his elbow rested on the box, "Of course, and I used some of the money mum and dad gave me."

The picture of a boy perfectly in love.

"I told you that I can pay for it," she groaned, complaining that her best friend actually paid with his own cash instead of hers. Well, that was a different reaction, usually people would snap if they used their dough on something that wasn't theirs.

But I guess if you were paid millions, you wouldn't really mind.

"But you already did the down payment, the monthly rent, internet, cable, and heating installment, not to mention a good half of the furniture," he defended, "At least let me buy my own things."

When his eyes opened and he saw me there, he jolted up as if he suddenly remembered that there was another member in this party. Please, ignore me because there was this immediate fascination within me just watching you interact with her like that. I've cooped myself up for a long ass time that I actually forgot that moments like these really do happen in real life.

And it's as mesmerizing as I remember, just like when I was in that situation.

He scrambled around as he told this to the girl listening intently through the line, "By the way, someone here wants to talk to you."

Now it was my turn to be taken aback. Shaking my head, I kept my lips sealed. With his hands, he urged me to speak but I kept rejecting the idea, pushing the phone farther from me. Giving me a stern look, he pushed the phone back towards my side of box, mouthing incoherent words.