The Love Song

Chap Nine: I love You.

The week following my encounter with Adrian passed in a blur, I never allowed my self to think of how badly it hurt to feel that Adrian was would not be there beside me now, even for a few hours. But I couldn’t bring myself to actually receive the calls he made, I needed to stay away, my world was in turmoil and that was because of Adrian, I cannot do anything of the fact that I love him dearly but I had to accept that he didn’t and that meant that I would have to forget him even though it was killing me inside. When I didn’t have anything better to do, like now, I actually thought that maybe I was kidding myself, just because I hear songs when I’m with him doesn’t mean I love him. Could it really be that? Was I so naïve? But no, I loved him for what he was and not for the songs, even if the songs wouldn’t have been there I would still have felt the same way, the songs just made me realize about my feelings sooner rather than later.

I was still thinking about that and it was almost midnight, I groaned. Every night I fell asleep thinking about him and re-living my last kiss with him but today I couldn’t, sleep was far away. After a week now, I cannot stay away any more, the urge to see him was almost overpowering. I was on the verge of sleeping when I heard my phone ring. The number was unfamiliar.

“Hello?” I said in a sleepy voice.

“Tempy?” I jolted to a sitting position at that voice.

“Adrian?” It couldn’t be, I was dreaming, but there was something in his voice that proved otherwise, he sounded … pained.

“Yes, will you do me a favor?” He asked me and I froze in place.

“Adrian, what is going on?” I asked him, Adrian was definitely hurt.

“Can you come over?” I was so shocked by THAT.

“Can you tell me what the hell is wrong please?” my heart was in my throat already and I sat frozen in place.

“Look forget it, I’m sorry I called so late, I know you were sleeping…” he was saying but I sighed in frustration, his damned ego.

“Tell me.” I demanded and I heard a sigh at his end.

“I think I’m hurt, there is blood all over.” He said and I went motionless.

“WHAT?” I shrieked at him and then the words hit home, he was hurt and he was bleeding and he needed me.

“I’ll be there in 10 minutes.” I said in the phone and then pulled on jeans and ran out of my house to my car. As promised I reached Adrian’s place in precisely ten minutes and then started banging on his door. He opened.

“Tempy.” He said and I anxiously looked him over … he looked alright.

“Whats wrong, where are you hurt?” I asked him apprehensively.

“Come on in and I will tell you.” He said and then smiled, after a week seeing that smile almost made me dizzy, he didn’t look hurt and I looked around suspiciously but his place was very dark and I stepped in.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” I almost fainted when I heard that shout, in a minute the whole room lit up and then I saw Amber and Jason and mom and dad. I was clutching my heart I was so surprised and I turned to Adrian.

“What is this?” I asked him in a whisper and he gave me his cheeky smile.

“Happy birthday.” He said and that’s when I realized.

“You’re not hurt?” I asked him incredulously and he shook his head.

“I’m fit as a fiddle.” Rage surged through me, Adrian had almost given me a heart attack when he had told me he was hurt, my hand’s itched, and I had gone through the worst ten minutes of my life for him. For the first time in my life I did something totally shameful. I crossed the distance between me and Adrian and slapped him right across his face.