Seal It With A Kiss

Chapter 2: The First Rehearsal

Waking up at 10 am isn't exactly 'normal' for me nor is it my cup of tea. I'd normally wake up even later than that, like maybe 11 am or 12 pm.

Yeah, I'm just your average Miss Rainbow Sunshine.

I guess the whole revenge thing really did change me, it even affected my sleeping patterns. Ah wells, better just get rid of the junk I wanted to burn then turn into ashes and then throw into the Pacific Ocean  rather than wait and forget about it and the fact it still exists. Even though I highly doubt I will. Jumping from bed, I didn't bother change from my Hello Kitty pajamas into jeans, after all, the basement, -where you leave all your trash in- was just an elevator ride away.

Getting out of my door, of course the first thing I had to see was the blonde, thick headed Adam. Let me just start off by saying, no one looks good in the morning. Even if it's 10 am, it's an undeniable fact, but still, Adam just totally proved the fact wrong with his ever good looking appearance and stoic expression. He was wearing a white v-cut t-shirt with a red hoodie over it. He also wore dark blue denim jeans with a chain hanging off his belt with his slightly dirty dark blue Converse shoes. Adam's hair seemed a little fluffier than yesterday since it was basically going in all sorts of directions covering his forehead and parts of his ears. Still, no one can deny that, that look really suited him.

He didn't even seem notice me as I watched with his back turned to me the entire time. He was shuffling around with his keys, trying to lock the door when he suddenly went stiff, almost asif he realized something he forgot. Slowly and cautiously, Adam turned around to face me with this blank look on his face.

Crap.

I didn't even brush my hair.

"Hey there Mrs. Claus. Giving out early gifts to good little boys and girls?"

Adam smirked as my face twisted in confusion of what he just said. What the heck was he talking about? Good little boys and girls? Gifts? 

"Huh?"

I moaned, not even realizing I moved my mouth until the word literally just flowed out unconsciously. Adam sighed before rolling his eyes in defeat, knowing I probably didn't understand the joke he was trying to make,

"The bags?"

He pointed downwards to my hands with this bored expression pasted on his face. Tilting my head, I turned my gaze towards my hands to see the bloated garbage bags I was holding. And that's when it hit me.

Oh. 

That's what he meant.

"It's just some junk I have to get rid of."

I breathed, slumping my shoulders as if trying to release some extra stress piling up in me. Adam nodded as if he understood the situation, and casually leaned against the door with his hands shoved in his pockets,

"What? Is that your ex's things? He broke it off already?" 

My eyes widened, but I kept my mouth shut. Was it that obvious? Did I really seem like the kind of girl who'd get dumped a lot? I felt something stab against my chest, making me swallow down a heavy lump building up in my throat. I couldn't bare to look at him, especially with his gaze so intensely focused on me. I knew he could probably tell I was hurting, but I didn't bother talk back or say anything else. I just let my expressions do the talking for me, and sure enough Adam got the message.

Stumbling to straighten up, the smirk on his face curved into a slight frown as he realized his mistake. In the cunning silence, Adam awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck before hanging his head down low as if too ashamed to look at me. Like he didn't know how to face me after realizing the truth behind his words,