Grivine (a series of one-shots)

Walking The Line

So I was actually planning on writing a different one-shot of mine today, but I was given a new idea and I just fell in love with the idea as soon as I heard it. If you guys have any ideas feel free to tell me, generally I will put them at the bottom of the list behind my own ideas. Enjoy this and tomorrow buy Must Be Love! Dedicated to: marooner4life

*a little more intense then previous one-shots

-Christina's POV-

The Voice Tour was finished and I was back in L.A. I was sad to not be traveling all over the country but on the other hand it was nice to be able to sleep in my own bed again. I was recording an album and nothing good be better. Well, almost nothing. Ever since season six ended, I had ended up talking to Adam less and less. Then, he was off to marry some fake model in Mexico. Well, I had never personally met Behati, but I knew I didn't like her. She had things I didn't, most importantly Adam Levine.

Out of the blue, he'd somehow reached me and we were meeting at The Voice building.

"Do you want me to drive you?" asked my mom.

"No you don't have to. Anyways, I love driving my car as much as possible," I replied. I said goodbye and was on my way over.

I stepped out of the car and glanced down. I should have put more effort into the way I looked before zooming over here. I had on black ripped skinny jeans and a white tank top. I had this habbit of running my hand through my hair when I was nervous and I was doing it as I stood outside the entrance. "It's not that big a deal," I told myself. I pushed open the doors and smiled. It was nice to be back in the familiar place, it was like a second home here.

"Christina!" I heard his voice before I saw him. I slowly turned around and met his big, lit up eyes.

"Adam." He walked towards me and pulled me into a tight embrace. I was pretty sure he was asking me questions but I couldn't concentrate. My cheek was pressed against his very thin t-shirt and I could smell his cologne. "Sorry, what?" I asked as he pulled away.

"I asked why you got your hair cut short?" His hand twitched like he wanted to reach out and touch it, but he didn't. Instead his think gold ring caught my attention. Of course he wasn't the same. He would never be the same. He was off exploring the world with his new model wife and I was left in the dust to go on tour and the studio and look like a drained lemon.

"I wanted something different," I answered. I could hear the harsh tone in my voice. Adam raised his eyebrows slightly, but then smiled and said,

"Well it looks wonderful, you look wonderful as always."

"Thanks," I mumbled. I was happy to see him, beyond happy. I'd missed him like I'd never missed anyone in my entire life. But I was mad that he'd practically ignored me, like I wasn't good enough. I knew me taking it out on him probably wasn't fare, but my anger was starting to pour out after weeks.

"Well, let's sit and talk."

"I thought we were going to get coffee?"

"We can get that in a little bit, don't you want to relive old times? The studio hasn't changed at all, well, besides Gwen and Pharell here now." I didn't want to relive it. Not that I hadn't enjoyed every second, but it was in my mind, too painful. Back when Adam would actually respond to my tweets, when I would repeatedly hear his praise and how much he loved me. That was real for me, maybe not so much for him.

"I guess, if you're not too busy."

"I'm not," he replied with a small smile.

We walked back to the old stage and he talked and talked and I nodded. It didn't feel as good as it did then, it felt a lot more awkward. Afterwards we walked over to the Starbucks that was only two blocks over, walking distance. My answers with him were short, a yes or no. He got really animated when he wanted to know more about my album.