Behind Closed Doors

Ice Cream = Treadmill

Adam POV
Treadmill. Someone get me a treadmill. An emotional Adam and 2 tubs of ice cream in the freezer is not a good mix. It results in a lot of emotional eating and crying, and embarrassment... especially when your current crush just got handed half your baggage at once and watched you cry into your mint choc-chip flavoured comfort. Well, shit. When you put it like that...

Will he even want to talk to me again? Ugh.

There goes Brad, fucking my life up. Again.

"Asshole..." I whispered under my breath.

"Fucking manipulative lying cheating whining bucket of dicks."

"Fuck him."

Tommy POV
I opened my eyes to an unfamiliar ceiling and weird insults being whispered by a much more familiar voice.

"bucket of dicks... Fuck him."

"Bucket of dicks? That's a new one. And that's saying something as I thought I heard every single insult in the world last night." There's no harm in teasing him a bit right? I mean... Bucket. Of. Dicks. Really Adam?

"Hey, I wasn't that bad..."
"Hmmm, do the words asshat or cheating motherfucker mean anything to you?"
"They might sound slightly familiar..."

I stared him in the eyes until we both burst out laughing.

"I'm honestly really sorry about all that Tommy, I promise I don't swear that much on an average day. And thank you for being there. And not judging me. It's been a while since I've had that from anyone." He broke off with a smile.

"Okay. Firstly, I don't care how much you swear. And literally anytime. If that 'deceitful asshat' gives you anymore shit, just call me. I'll bring the ice cream."

We laughed together at that.

"Ugh, why did we sleep on the sofa. You have a bed don't you?" I said, stretching from my uncomfortable position.
"Ever heard of back pains? 'Cause they're killing me." I added.

"Yeah same. But hey, at least we suffer together. And yes I have a bed."
"That should come in handy one day" I winked.
"Tommy! We haven't even been on a proper date yet!"
"Haha, let's do that then..."
"You mean that?"
"No, I just said it to fuck with you."
"Oh, okay then..."

I sighed with a small laugh. He just looked confused.

"Sarcasm Adam. Get used to it, I might be crap at French but I speak snarky bitch fluently." His face brightened again as he laughed.

"As much as I'd love to stay here and talk all day, I do need to get home. Just call me remember? And I look forward to that date."

Slowly, I got up off the sofa. Damn, that things uncomfortable. Putting my shoes on in a slightly zombie like state; I woke up like 10 minutes ago, give me a break, I walked to the door.

Stopping with my hand on the door knob, I turned back for a second.

"Adam?"
"Yes Tommy Joe?"
"Don't let that bucket of dicks fuck with your feelings, okay? You deserve so much better than him. See you around."

Silence. Then he smiled.

"See ya Tommy Joe."

I laughed as he's the only person to ever call me Tommy Joe. Usually I would hate it, but coming from Adam it sounds kinda perfect. Ugh, what's he doing to me?