Just Friends (A Adam Pitts Fanfic)

Chapter Eighteen

Knock knock knock.

My eyes open but suddenly I close them again, not ready for my eyes to adjust to the light that existed outside from my blanket. I sigh and relax my mind, attempting to fall asleep again, but I was interrupted by the door knocking again.

Knock knock knock.

I let out a groan and pull the blanket off my head, my hair wavy and frizzy and the stale taste of coffee still lingered around in my mouth. I swung my feet out of bed and chucked a grey sweater over my pajama top. You could just about see my pajama shorts as the sweater wasn't too big, but it was probably just Tyler trying to get into my home again so I didn't really need to change. Or- it could have been the postman delivering a package, since I ordered something from online a couple of days ago, either way, I didn't care what they saw me wear.

They knocked again, and I rolled my eyes and swung the door open, my facial expression still looked annoyed and irritated by them waking me up. My eye's widen when I see it was Adam, and his eyes widen slightly too and he steps back a bit, noticing he woke me up.

"...Sorry for waking you."

"What do you want?"

His hands unfolded from behind him and he handed me a small, galaxy chocolate bar, "Your favourite."

"What?" I raise my brows, confused. Adam exhales, not sure on what to say.

"We were good friends before any of this happened," He stared, looking me in the eyes, "We we're great friends, in fact, then I came up with the idea that we could be more, but then Isabelle decided to come back. You were way more interesting than her, and she was just a complete idiot. A couple of weeks ago I finally saw who Isabelle truly was, and I know I can't just move on straight away. But I know you were only trying to help, so I'm sorry for being a dick, and I hope that we can be friends again?" He suggests, holding the chocolate bar towards me. I consider, then slowly reach out to grab the chocolate bar. It was my favourite after all...

"You're still a dick." I mutter, grasping the bar in my hands. He chuckles and looks down.

"I know."

"But you're really frickin' adorable," I smirk, and he looks up in surprise. I roll my eyes, "Oh come on, you know I think you're adorable."

"And I still think you're beautiful," He comments, smiling cutely, "Nothing changed."

I blush, and reach my free hand out, "Friends?"

He takes my hand and shakes it slightly, nodding his head. "Friends."

It goes quiet. The thing was, I still liked Adam. He was an dick, but I blamed that on Isabelle. He was still the nice, charming and funny person I always knew. And deep down, I know that he still liked me. He couldn't have completely loved his time with Isabelle, as all she did was make everything about herself. And I know that I'm better than her. Because I have more respect, and I care for Adam for who he truly is.

A couple seconds later and it was still silent. We both stared at each other, thinking the same thing. Then I sigh.

"You're such I fucking arsehole." I tell him, annoyed that he's managed to get me to do this again.

"I know." He replied, stepping forward and crashing his lips to mine. I roughly kiss him back, wrapping my hands around his neck, then he pushed me back slightly and kicks the front door shut behind us.