Cute Monster

34; ♡ A Reason Why I Should Never Drink Again.

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           ♡ Chapter Thirty-Four;A Reason Why I Should Never Drink Again. ♡

He was hitting his head on the tree.

What the hell was he exactly doing?

I walked past the trees and brushes. I saw Adam changing his posture, trying to lean his back on the tree behind him while running his hand through his hair.

“Hey, creepy man,” I called Adam loudly.

He looked at me.

“What are you doing here?”

“If I recall correctly what you said to me, you wanted me to come here.” He shot back. His words were weaker than their actual meaning.

I was a little surprised.

He came here even though his mom was in the hospital because I asked him?

“Are you an idiot?!” I hit his knee, making him gasp. “You left your sick mom just because I asked you?” I didn’t know why I was making such a big deal out of this.

He scowled. “Don’t talk to me like you understand everything.” He paused, then asked, “how did you know about my mom?” I noticed how his voice was a lot softer than usual. It looked as if he just woke up or that he was really tired that he couldn’t speak.

I ignored that.

I slumped my shoulders down.

 “Mr. John told me.” He nodded and looked away. Awkward silence danced around us.

I sighed. Maybe because I was a little drunk or something, but I felt the need to continue this conversation.

“Don’t give your sister back to me again. I’m bad with kids.” I said quietly.

“Yeah, I noticed.” He replied almost silently. The wind hit us, blowing a few curls  of my hair away from their original place.  I noticed that Adam was trembling a little with the cold.

“You have a thicker coat and a bigger body, why the hell are you trembling?” He didn’t answer me, but just lost his balance for a second, and fell on top of me, I was trying my hardest not to fall on the ground.

“Get off me.” He chuckled carelessly.

 “Adam…,” I said slowly. His head was laid on my shoulder and his arms were around me. He continued chuckling. “How much did you exactly drink?”  The place was really dark around us since we were surrounded by trees.

His hands seemed to look weaker than usual. He wasn’t in his right mind, so I removed his arms around me,  and that made his hands fall back to their place. Even though his head was still on my shoulder.

He groaned with annoyance and wrapped his arms around me again.

This is bad. If he continued doing this, my plan is going to be ruined.