Grivine (a series of one-shots)

Wrecking Ball

hello, got inspired last week and came up with this one shot...hope you all like. Honestly, I think Taylor Swift should be a coach on the voice...the advice she was giving! Grivine always.

Pharell's pair were currently on stage. Ricky was about to perform his song choice. The kid has a nice voice, he gets the lyrics out clearly and really performs. I was curious to know what song he would be singing.

Then the music started.

That song. Her song.

Ricky started singing and interpreted it in a different way than her, but still he was taken back in time.

"America's choice is for Christina to sing Wrecking Ball," said Carson to Adam.

"We all want to hear her sing the rest of that song...she...she's incredible."Ricky's voice floated through his ears yet all he could see was her in that god damn outfit that made him think thoughts he shouldn't have thought about her.

"I don't want to overdue it," she said as she glanced at him with a worried look.

"I don't think you're doing that at all. It's powerful and it says something. Christina, you're going to kill it no matter what. You have nothing to worry about...you're the best voice I've ever heard."

He watched her eyes brighten as she wrapped her arms around him and whispered, "I love you."

He knew she didn't mean it like that. 20 year old girls didn't find guys in their mid thirties attractive. Still he couldn't help the butterflies in his stomach as he forgot about Behati for a moment and wrapped his arms around her small frame and replied, "I love you too, pixie."

"I came in like a wrecking ball--"

"--I never hit so hard in love." Their eyes met and he swore his breathing stopped. His eyes stayed trained on her even though she was back to moving around on stage and belting out notes. God, did he feel privileged to know her. She was becoming more of his world every day and the guilt was subsiding.

"I never meant to start a war, I just wanted you to let me in."

His problem was anything but simple. He had a fiancee, Behati Prinsloo. He loved her. At least he had at some point, and he figured he always would in some form or another. She understood his humor and was this exotic goddess that had ensared him. And, well, the sex was anything but bad.

Then there was this short brunette who loved to make awkward faces and play video games. And he found her one of the most alluring women he had ever met. And she made his heart warm, she made him feel as though there was no bad in the world. And she thought he was funny...guys liked that.

They hugged longer than they should have. They were very touchy-feely people. They said 'I love you' far too often. They stared at each other obsessively. They got each other.

And yet Behati had this enchantment on him, he knew how lucky he was to have her. Lucky enough to sacrifice this alluring young girl that was just as enamored with him as he was of her.

So he let her go.

"Adam...I know you have a fiancee..but I-I just had to tell you how I feel. I'm falling in love with you and...I just had to tell you," she'd said in a rush before wrapping her arms around herself.

"Christina..." He wanted to tell her how he felt the same. He wanted to tell her she made him react in ways he shouldn't, how hot he got just by hearing her sing, how cute he thought she was when talking about video games. But he could'n't. He wasn't man enough. "Christina, I'm engaged. I-I'm sorry I ever gave you the wrong impression. I'm marrying Behati this summer. I-I love her."

"No, no it wasn't your fault. It was all mine." He watched her walk away, the bounce in her step was gone."Don't you ever say, I just walked away I will always love you."

Adam closed his eyes for a minute before opening them and clapping along with the other coaches.

"Wow," he heard Gwen mumble. He knew Blake and Gwen were talking and he tried to formulate what he was going to say.

"Adam what did you think?" asked Carson.

"Well, first off terrific jobs, both of you. Elijah you're technique was great but you lacked a connection to the song. Ricky..wow, man. I had my girl, Christina Grimmie do this song last year..twice and I thought it was the best cover I'd ever heard. You did a different twist, but man you're right up there with her. I felt the connection. I was transported. I'd have to go with Ricky."

Pharell picked Elijah and Ricky got stolen.

It was afterwards and we were seated in the coaches lounge.

"So, one of your favorite covers ever?" asked Gwen.

"Yeah, that dude was fantastic."

"Actually I meant Christina," she replied.

"Oh, Christina is amazing. She could kill any song," he said with pride.

"Because of you."

"I just helped her along the way...but she's doing it all herself now."

"You still talk to that kiddo?" asked Blake.

"Uh yeah, not as much as I should though."

He had made a choice. He'd chosen Behati. He chose his tall blonde haired foreign beauty over the small, short, brunette who knew him best. He fucked up. He really fucked up. And now, after hearing Ricky sing...well he knew it for sure.

He walked outside and pulled out his phone and dialed.

It rang and rang.

"Hey this is Christina Grimmie, sorry I missed your call but I'm probably in the middle of playing mario kart. Leave a message."

"Christina, uh hey it's Adam. Can we get together sometime? I have a lot, I need to tell you. I understand if you don't want to...please though. I need to see you. I love you sprightly little pixie. I love you."

He hoped she gave him a change. He wasn't going to walk away from this. He hoped she hadn't.