I Just Love You (A collection of Adommy one shots)

Chapter 11

[In Adam's POV ~ btw I'm sorry, but this chapter is going to be a bit sad]

I took a long sip from my kale smoothie. Nothing more satisfying than finishing your morning routine: get up early, go for a run, warm up the voice, get a snack and some breakfast to bring back to Tommy, take a shower; and all in time to wake up Tommy and eat breakfast. I jogged up the steps to Tommt's parents house. I put my bags on the kitchen table. Right away, I could tell that something was off. No one was in sight. I checked the clock - 9:14. Someone should be up. The only sound that I heard was the ticking of the clock. I walked into the living room. Mrs. Ratliff was bent over, crying.

"Dia! What's wrong?" I rushed to her side.

"It's... It's..." Her words barely made sense. "Ron... In his sleep..." I slowly started to piece two and two together.

"Where's Tommy?" I asked. Dia pointed upstairs. I hugged her, making sure that she was okay. I then bolted upstairs. I barged into Tommy's bedroom.

Tommy was in the corner, hugging his knees. I couldn't see his face, because he had it logged in between his legs. With jagged breaths and tiny moans, his whole body shook. I sat down next to him and pulled his into my side. He buried his face in my shoulder and just cried. He rocked back and forth. "Shhh. It's okay. I'm here." I stroked his hair and hung onto him. I didn't stop him from crying. I let him get it all out. After he had calmed down a little bit, I lifted his chin. Tommy's face was red and splotchy and his eyes were swollen. He was still beautiful. I hugged him tight.

"I just..." I put my finger over his lips.

"I know." He sighed and leaned back into my chest. I could feel his tears dampening my shirt.

I looked around his room. It's funny, Tommy never talks about his childhood. I've never seen any pictures of him as a kid. His bedrooms walls were a light blue. Comic books and video games lined his shelves. A trophy caught my eye. I stood up and grabbed it, twirling it in my hands. It read 'Thomas Ratliff Burbank Little League All Stars'. I coulnd't help but grin.

"I didn't know that you played baseball?" I sat down next to Tommy, pulling him back in my side.

"Yea, when I was 7. My dad wanted me to play. I never admitted it, but it was actually really fun." Tommy grinned, taking the trophy in his hands. His eyes watered, thinking of all of those times.

A sadness seemed to wash over me. Poor Tommy. Poor Dia What are they going to do?