Clash of Worlds

Chapter 6-Team Crafted

Adam got quickly to his feet, leaving the man in the blue suit and trench coat still sitting there.

"You know what? I really don't want to know. Stay away from me." Adam growled. The man didn't respond, so he walked off in a fury. Shoving through the crowds, he made his way back to the table where his friends sat, now with their girlfriends. Alesa looked up and smiled when he approached, but he only grabbed his jacket.

"Lets go, drunks! Im the only one who can drive, and I want out!" He shouted. The other boys grumbled but picked up their things and staggered to the exit. Alesa grabbed Adam's hand.

"Everything okay?"

He shook his head, carefully avoiding eye contact. "Later. Call me sometime."

Alesa frowned. Adam was never this rude to her. Then she shrugged.

"Alright." She kissed him on the cheek and walked off with the rest of the girls. The Team all piled into their car, with Adam in the drivers seat. Ian, who wasn't that drunk, sat shotgun. He leaned over as soon as Adam got the car moving.

"You alright?"

Adam merely shook his head and grunted, "No."

Ian looked confused, but decided not to bug him about it. In the back, Mitch and Jerome were hitting each other while Ty screamed something about Merome.

Still fuming, Adam desperately tried to block out all the screaming coming from the back of the car. A pounding headache had started in the back of his head, and he seriously hoped he could get back to the house before it got to bad.

Shaking his head slightly, he blew out a long breath and focused on driving. Ty had fallen asleep, and the others were soon to follow by the looks on their faces. Ian yawned and curled up in his seat.

"Adam?" came a muffled grunt.

"Yeeeees?" He answered, without taking his eyes from the road.

"Want to explain why we ditched so soon now that everyone's asleep?" Ian asked quietly. Adam sighed.

"Honestly, no. I don't really. But if you must know, I met a girl there and she tried to," he cleared his throat awkwardly. "You know...."

Ian nodded slightly. "Gotcha." Deciding Adam was clearly not in the mood, he shifted so that he was facing the door and leaned his head against the cool window.

In Adams head, he was replaying the events of the night over and over again. The pretty girl, the demon creature that had been the pretty girl, the man in the blue suit.....

He winced slightly as his headache attacked him at full force. His vision went spotty for a moment, then cleared after a minute.

He could see the house. It was right around the corner. All he had to do was drive around the block without passing out.

A wave of dizziness overtook him just as he managed to park the car. He slumped against the steering wheel, praying that the team was still asleep. A loud snore told him he was in the clear.

Pushing himself up, he hit Ian's back, who immediately shot up.

"What? Huh?"

Adam rolled his eyes, hiding a grimace from the pain it had caused.

"We're here. Help me get the old drunks up."

Ian snorted. "Don't worry. I know the perfect remedy."

With a glance back out the sleeping team, he reached over and turned in the radio. It was on mute, so he scrolled through the stations until he found the correct one. Adam, sending what he was about to do, bit his lip and covered his ears.

Ian grinned and hit the mute button.

Heavy metal screamed from the speakers. The team woke up in terror, shouting as the loud music rattle against the windows. Adam screwed up his eyes against the noise and slid out of the car.

Leaving the team in the car, he slowly trudged up to the house. Once inside, he slowly took off his sneakers and jacket. He had just taken a step towards the stairs when the world flipped over and he sunk to the floor.

Back in the car, Quentin had managed to turn off the radio. Ty had been unhappily pulled out of the car by Ian, who was now yanking out Jerome. Mitch slid out somewhat gracefully, followed by a less graceful Ryan who fell flat on his face to the amusement of the others. Grumbling, Ryan got up and brushed himself off.

Once everyone was out, Ian sent them marching haphazardly up to the house. With a small smirk, he picked the keys to the car and followed the parade.

The team spilled through the door, laughing loudly. Shoes and jackets were thrown at each other as they began to take them off, until there was a loud cry.

"Adam!" Ty screamed. His mind suddenly clear, he raced over to his fallen friend.

Adam lay slumped on the bottom steps of the stairs, arms thrown out in what might've been a desperate attempt to slow his fall. Cursing, Ty turned him onto his back and started checking his head for any bruising. The rest of the team, games forgotten, crowded around them. Finally, Ty gave a sigh of relief.

"I don't think he hit his head." He said quietly, pushing Adam onto the level floor. Ian kneeled down next to him and tapped his cheek. When there was no response, he tapped harder, calling his name.

"Adam! C'mon, open your eyes. Come one, wake up. There we go! Adam!"

Adams eyes slowly fluttered open, peering bemusedly at the people crowded around him. He stared at them for a moment, half conscious, before his eyes snapped open all the way and he sat up.

"What happened?" He asked.

Ian nodded at the stairs. "Dunno. We found you laying on the stairs."

"Did you have another seizure?" Jason asked. Adam slowly shook his head.

"Noooooo.... At least, I don't think I did." He suddenly winced, running the back of his head. "God, that's a killer."

"Headache?" Ryan asked. Adam nodded.

"Yeah, been real freaking bad ever since we left that place." He muttered, still rubbing his hand through his curly hair.

"You know, I wasn't that drunk." Ian said. "If you had told me your head hurt that much, I could've drove."

Adam rolled his eyes. "Never told you my head hurt."

Ian threw his hands up. "Well, there's your problem. You gonna be good?"

Adam staggered up. "Yeah. 'M just gonna go to bed, I think. Someone tell Bryce I can't record with 'im."

Mitch nodded. "We go it. Go do something so that you don't die."

Adam shot him a tired smile and went upstairs. As soon as his door closed, Ian sighed.

"He's not telling us something, is he?"

Jerome shrugged. "He does seem kinda pissed. Anyone know what happened to him?"

"Said some girl tried to kiss him, but that's it."

"Poor guys problys just tired. I know I sure am." Mitch said. Jason nodded.

"Yeah, I'm done. 'Night."

There was a chorus of nights and other words at the team broke up.

The separate doors all closed, leaving the house dark and quiet. That is, except for the quiet thumps coming from Adam's room.

His Skype flickered to life, showing Bryce. Yawning, he loaded his minecraft.

"Hey, Bryce."

"Adam. You alright?"

"Fantastic. What's the map?"