Sure Be Cool If You Did (Shevine)

Chapter 5: I (Don't) Want You.

Blake's POV

So, Adam and I left the hospital.

Before leaving, a doctor came up to me and told me to make sure he's safe until the bruises are better. Well what in the h*** else would I be doing while living with him? Beating him up? I told the doctor okay and we were allowed to leave. 

In the car, sitting beside Adam, I can't help but stare at him as he drives. Yes, he forced me to let him drive. The perfectionist can't help feeling helpless, as I've come to notice in him. He's in a pair of spare clothes James had dropped off earlier -- a blue t-shirt and blue jeans, a black jacket with army camo print on the inside, and an L.A baseball cap that he has on backwards, a tuft of hair sticking out through the front hole. I smile at him. I wish he dressed like this more often. He used to dress down for The Voice, and wear things like this. I loved it. I still do. 

He catches me off guard as he swerves the car and I jerk forwards, my head banging off the airbag. When I fall back into my seat, I turn to him and yell, "OW!"

He smiles, his eyes glued to the road. "Then don't stare at me like that."

"Like what?"

"Like you're fond of me."

"I am, Mr. Levine," I say, and then I let out a whistle. Adam cries out in laughter, and his hands slip on the wheel.

I reach over and take it, keeping us on the road while Adam recovers from his hysterics. "Whoa there, Adam! I guess I'm so funny I'm distracting you!"

He controls himself and takes the wheel. I lean back and smile at myself. Why am I acting like this? Like I need to impress him? For some reason, he's been acting weird today, and I feel like I need to make sure he still likes me. Well, I don't really know -- how I want him to like me. But I'm afraid he doesn't. 

"Keep yourself together, or I'll have to ask for Jesus to take the wheel again," I say. "I'm really the one who wrote that song, actually."

Adam giggles, and my heart flutters. His giggle is so cute. It's like a teenage girl's; light, high, and cute. I laugh myself at him and we both start to laugh together. These moments, where we're both overjoyed together and just happy to be together, are the moments I love.

"Okay, seriously, now. Don't let my good looks distract you, or my country slang I know you love," I say, just staring at him. He snorts and I laugh at him, and we laugh together for the rest of the way home. I can't help thinking about Miranda, how she would feel if she knew how I was acting. Yeah, Adam and I flirt a lot, but not alone. We usually only do when other people are around. 

Adam's POV

When we reach my house, I quickly get out of the car before Blake, and reach in to take his suitcases. I carry them out from the backseat and carry them towards the house. Blake brushes up beside me and says, "Lemme take those," He reaches over and pulls them out of my hands, and our hands touch briefly. I try not to blush. Why am I feeling like this?

When we get inside, Blake doesn't look at me. He stops at the doorway and says, "Whoa. I forgot you're friggin rich and have a big house."

I smile. "Not bigger than yours."

He chuckles to himself, and walks off to the hall in between the kitchen and the living room. He says somberly, "I'm gonna go set these in the extra room of yours. See ya in a minute."

When he leaves, I can hear the sadness in his voice. He's obviously thinking about Miranda. I have an idea, to get him happy. I can't stand seeing him like this, broken and needing a friend this much. His flirting in the car was probably more to cheer himself up than me. I have an idea.