If Walls Could Talk (Adamtina)

Chapter 1

Before I start- I didn't write this story I got it from tumblr.

"Want to walk along the beach a bit?"

Christina glanced over at the gentle waves of Malibu beach, its blue sea painted dark dusty pink by the shades of sunset overhead.

She looked back at Adam and smiled. Thank goodness she'd worn flat shoes. "Sure."

His cheeks turned upwards in a warm smile as he took a step back so Christina could take the lead and set the pace.

Christina felt her stomach churn with silent approval at the incredible seafood feast they'd just devoured at a local restaurant. She'd ordered mussels, he the fresh salmon, and they'd sipped expensive red wine and chatted comfortably like the old friends they were.

And now as they strolled along the surprisingly deserted sand, Christina almost felt like she could slink her arm around Adam's as his arm swung beside her, so close to hers at one point that she instinctively took a tiny step away from him.

After all, they weren't a couple anymore.

They hadn't been for a long time. Two-and-a-quarter years, to be exact.

And while Christina was almost as affectionate with her close friends as she was with her boyfriends, she'd barely touched Adam since they'd broken up back when they were still filming The Voice 5th Season. When they were both single. When they'd still been living side-by-side each day, spending almost every waking moment together.

When Adam wasn't with someone else.

Christina felt her stomach clench at the thought.

It had been her who'd broken up with him, about a year after they'd really become exclusive as a couple. She'd felt so sure about it at the time... so sure, in fact, that it would be at least another year before she really began to question it. Even though he had. He'd questioned it a lot over that first year.

But when she thinks about it now, she feels like she's watching a movie about someone else's life. A movie that she can't stand. The kind of movie you look at with your hands held over your eyes as you silently scream, NO, don't do it! You're walking into a trap! Bad decision, dude.

These days, she still feels like she doesn't even really know why she did it. At the time, she'd told herself (and him) it was because there was just too much pressure... the show's ratings were plummeting, their future as star coaches of a hit TV competitive show were in collective trouble as press would understand it as an escape from their musical careers, and through all the stress they'd been fighting a lot. Too much. She just couldn't stand it anymore.

But, about six months after the show had finally ended, and a year after she'd left him, she'd woken up in a sweat one morning as she'd realized she missed him. She missed him so much it made her whole body shake.

"You really should stop talking; you're giving me an earache."

Christina glanced up at Adam who was looking down at her with the smirk of sarcasm, pointing out how quiet she was being. She chuckled softly before digging the tip of her shoe in the sand as they continued to meander aimlessly down the beach.

Maybe this was the best time to tell him, she thought. She really needs to tell him. She'd been putting it off for so long. She was running out of time. If not now, then when?

Christina almost felt like throwing up her dinner as she suddenly found herself reaching for Adam's arm and gently tugging it for him to stop. He did so immediately and looked down at her, his face opening up into a half-smile.