The Perfect Crime [ABANDONED]

MRIs and Doctors

Adam pulled on the sleeve of his jacket, staring out the window as the car sped down the highway, leaving neighborhoods, restaurants, and stores in the rearview mirror. He was trying his best not to be nervous. Michael hadn't sugar-coated what was at risk at this appointment. The doctors had made it clear that some of the things Adam had been experiencing lately, like the headaches, the forgetfulness, and the muscle spasms that he had been experiencing more might be a sign of something and could get worse. Adam frowned at the thought and chewed on his bottom lip nervously. 

"How does everyone feel about Ms. Macleod's assignment in performativity?" Sam asked. The entire car let out a collective groan. Adam wrinkled his nose. 

"You know she prefers to be called by her first name," Adam said. "But what sort of name is Rowena in the first place?" 

"I don't know, what sort of name is Samandriel?" Sam said with a smirk. Adam blushed. 

"Shut up," Adam whined. 

"No, come on! You've hardly told me anything about how it's going," Michael said. 

"That's because you were such a baby about me dating," Adam snapped back. 

"Okay, but I told you I was okay with you dating Alfie. I love him, he's a good kid," Michael said, turning around in his seat to look at his brother. He had reluctantly allowed Dean to drive, which Adam had been thankful for. Michael bad barely been sleeping so Adam didn't trust him behind the wheel. 

"It's going good. I don't know, there's not much to say. Anyhow, Rowena's assignment," Adam said, changing the topic back to what it was supposed to be originally. Their performativity class was the only one they had all together. The Novaks and Alfie were also in the class. More recently, Lisa switched to their soul and got placed in that class which made everything 100% more awkward than it already was. 

"I don't even know what I'm going to do for this assignment," Sam said. That day, Rowena had assigned a project. They were supposed to use their artform in a performance in which they addressed their soulmate. None of them were thrilled with the assignment. 

"You're a writer, Sam. Just write something and read it. I'm an artist. What am I supposed to do?" Adam complained. "And I already know my soulmate!" Sam burst into laughter, and Adam glared. He turned his attention to Michael since his older brother could always be counted on to give him advice. Michael was staring out the front windshield, lips pursed and eyes dark with pain. 

"Just..." Sam started once he stopped laughing. 

"Oh my god," Adam whispered. 

"What?" Sam asked. 

"Lucifer is your soulmate, isn't he?" Adam said. Michael spun around in his seat and looked at his brother. 

"What?" Michael asked. From the look he was giving Adam, he had heard exactly what Adam had asked. 

"If he's your soulmate, what the hell are you being so stupid for?" Adam said. 

"I didn't even say he was my soulmate," Michael said. It didn't matter if Michael continued to lie, Adam knew. 

"Michael, if you're in love with him, and he's your soulmate, why aren't you going to be with him?" Adam asked. 

"Adam, please," Michael said. 

"Please what? Michael, I don't know why you are being like this," Adam continued to argue with his brother. 

"Because sometimes people don't get to be happy. Sometimes, you have to pick between what you want and what you need, and even if I want to be with him, that doesn't mean I should," Michael snapped. He sounded angry, but his eyes were filled with tears as he turned back around in his seat. Adam didn't want to fight his brother anymore about it. He could see in his brother's gray eyes that he had enough blood on his hands fighting his demons. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to snap at you," Michael said softly.