Lost After Midnight

•Yours Is Much Better•

{•Edited•}
                           ~Amor's POV~

         "I don't usually take weekend calls, but when your father called to say you needed to see me I got worried," he says. "What did you want to talk to me about?" I can tell he's trying to hide it, but he's happy I actually wanted to come for once.   
       "Last night, I had some...thoughts," I tell him. "They scared me and it's weird because I know deep down that I don't want to kill myself." He whole demeanor changes. Tears well up in my eyes. "I'm trying so hard to be happy and relax, but my mind forces to me think negatively."
"The fact that you came here to instead of ending it lets me know you don't want to hurt yourself," he says. I nod, looking out the window. The tree branches blow gently with the small summer breeze. "Do you have something you do that distracts you? Or someone? Even the smallest bit."
Nina reminds me of how I feel more than anyone. My family makes me feel bad that I'm such a downer. Marcus teases spikes my anxiety like no other. The only person I can think of that makes me stop thinking is Adriel; that damn jackass.
"Yeah, but he annoys me like crazy," I tell him. He tilts his head.
"Isn't being annoyed better than being anxious? Or thinking about your depression? Wouldn't you take annoyance over that?" He asks. I avert my eyes again, not wanting to admit that he's right.
"I don't like being around him."
"It's your choice, and I trust that you'll make the smart one."
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                        ~Adriel's POV~

       I stay quiet as I lean against the counter in the kitchen, my dad looking over my report card. Usually, we're given them in class, but they decided to start sending them through the mail so we can't avoid giving them to our parents. For me, that's the worst things for me. He could have just opened it by himself, but no; I'm downstairs standing across from him, nervous as hell, as he reads it over.
"I'm surprised," he says, setting it down and looking at me. "You could do better in English." I nod, too scared to talk. "Everything else is good." I'm shocked he's complementing.
"Thank you, sir," I tell him. He nods and walks away without another word. Once I hear him walking up the stairs I can breathe again. My phone goes off, making me jump. Looking down, I'm surprised to see Amor's name. I may have put it the number in her phone while she was resting this morning at the beach and got her number from Marcus.
A smirk makes its way into my face as I read her message asking if I want to get coffee. Immediately I text back saying I'll pick her up. I'm about to run upstairs to fix my appearance, but remember the fucking devil is up there.
Instead, I just go outside and get in the car, taking a deep breath. Looking at myself through the review mirror, I make sure my hair isn't too bad and I don't look as tired as I feel.
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Amor jogs through her lawn and to the car, getting in as fast as she can, looking towards the house. "Drive away," she ushers me. I start driving again, confused about what the problem was. "I'm sorry for texting you out of nowhere. I don't even know how I got your number." I press my lips in a hard line, trying to seem clueless. "You put it in there, didn't you?"
"Yep." She shakes her head, releasing a deep breath. "Why'd you choose me of all people to get coffee with though? You keep giving off the vibe that you can't stand me." She looks over at me, her eyes guarded.
"My therapist suggested it," she says. My eyes widen. That was the last thing I was expecting. "He thinks it's better for me to be around you because you annoy me, and that distracts me from thinking too much." I stop in front of the coffee shop I usually go to in the mornings with Marcus.
"I'm not sure if I should be complemented by that or not," I say, parking. "And I really annoy you that much to the point you talk to your therapist about me? I'm honestly flattered I even come up in a conversation your apart of."
    "Don't be," she says, getting out before me. I get out and lock the door. I try taking her hand but she slaps my hand away, opening the door. I keep it open as she walks in, letting it slowly close behind me. Inside it isn't as packed as usual, which is good because of how she gets around people.
     "What do you want?" I ask. She shakes her head.  "What?"
     "I don't drink coffee; that would just make my anxiety worse," she says. I stop in my tracks, confused why she would want to get coffee the.  "It was the only thing I could think of to text you."
    "So what I'm hearing is that you wanted to spend time with me alone," he says. A group of girls walks in dressed like it's a club. I place my hand at the small of Amor's back, pulling her closer to get out of the walkway. One of the girls gives me a once over with a grin and gives Amor a disgusted look.
     I look her up and down, grinning. She blushes, turning her attention back to her friends. "If you want, you can go with her and I'll walk home." I honestly can't tell if she's being serious or not. Tucking my hands in my pockets, I look back at the girl, staring at her ass.
    "Maybe," I say, biting my lip. She scuffs, turning away from me.
    "You're disgusting," She says, walking out. I groan, following her out. "Go keep staring at the silicone ass." I chuckle, brushing my hair out of the way. I really need to get a hair cut.
    "I would much rather stare at yours if you turned around." She keeps walking faster, me falling behind. Where is she even going? I wonder if she realizes with her walking ahead of me she's making it easier for me to look at hers.
     "You're is much nicer!" She stops and glares, making me laugh. I'm happy she's taking my mind off of my dad being home all day and night; usually, I'm a walking body of stress on these types of days. Someone walking pass us gives us a weird look. Her glare drops as she realizes and starts walking again with her head down.
     "Why the heck would you say that so loud in public," she says. "You're so damn annoying."
     "Isn't that the point of this whole thing?" She sits down on the bench, her arms wrapped around herself. "I'm sorry, I will try to keep my love for your ass to myself." He leans back, looking up at the sun. "You know you'll blind yourself if you stare at the sun for too long?"
     "Maybe then I won't have to see your face anymore." I smile, liking her sudden sass.
    "You love my face." Her eyes narrow. "Just like I love yours."
     "You never stop talking do you?"
     "No."
     "Next time around you, I'm gonna have to bring the bread roller." I chuckle.
     "You should, I would love to meet the beloved weapon."
   
     AN: He's gonna regret saying that...he has no idea what that thing is capable of (speaking of that, go look at the characters "chapter" I dare you). Anyways, they're each other's distractions, meaning they'll be spending a lot of time with each other. Personally, I love their relationship so far and his flirting. She has some sass to her and he LIKES it. I really hope you guys enjoyed it!
    Question: What did you think of them hanging out? What would you like to see happen (not them getting together they still have a ways to go)??
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