I opened the door to find Adam standing there and I gave him a brief hug, touching the purple bruise, smiling.
"Is it getting any better?" I asked.
"Not much." He said and I let him in.
"I'm sorry."
"It's not your fault. He's an asshole." He chuckled. I slightly cringed at his true words.
"Yeah. He was way out of line. He might've had a bit too much to drink too." I said as we sat on the couch.
"Did you two ever... Date or something? He seems really... Protective over you."
"No!" I said a bit too quickly. "That's just the way he is, I guess. He'd be mad if anyone was with me. Not just you."
"I guess." He agreed. "We haven't been together in a while. What would you like to do today?" He asked and I smiled.
"It's been 24 hours." I commented.
"That's a long time if you think about it. A lot can happen." He said as we sat down. I laughed a bit.
"You're right. It's been a while."
"So...?" He asked, picking up from his previous question.
"Movies seem like a good idea. I feel exhausted today." I said and we got up over to a cabinet beside my television that had a limited amount of movies.
"Sex and the City?" He said, picking up the case and examining it.
"It can be interesting." I laughed.
"I doubt it." He said with a grin and scanned through the rest of them until we decided on Benchwarmers.
I put in the DVD player and we sat back down comfortably, Adam's arm sliding around my shoulders as I leaned into him.
"I have to be out of here by 3:00. I'm helping my mom set up this thing in her bedroom." He explained and I nodded.
"We have time." I said and slid my hand into his, feeling a blush creep onto my cheeks at this intimate moment between us.
The movie only lasted an hour and a half before he had to drive back home.
"I'll see you at school."
"Okay, bye." I said and leaned up pressing a soft kiss on his lips before closing the door behind him.
I took a deep breath as I left and was happy I was with Adam. He was so kind and he didn't get pissed off every time I was with him like Harry did. He actually cared about us.
Harry cares...
I ignored my conscience and around 5:00, I thought my mom would be home soon so I began dinner knowing she'd be tired from last night or having to go back for the night.
I made chicken and pasta, reading Looking For Alaska during the time I had to wait.
She came home just as it finished, looking a bit flustered.
"I made dinner in case you're in a rush." I said and she sat down by the island in the middle of the kitchen.
"Thank you."
"Are you in a rush?" I asked as I put the hot chicken on a plate to cool.
"I have to go back in a half an hour. But I came home to talk to you about something."
She never made time to talk to me. We didn't have the kind of relationship where we sat down and talked, even it as just for five minutes. This couldn't be a good subject.
