Voice Addiction

Chapter 13 (Adrian's POV) - Yhprum's Law

Chapter Thirteen (Adrian’s POV)

Yhprum’s Law

Adrian ran inside his house, in obvious hurry, passed by his mother and little brother who were sitting in the living room, only sparing a few seconds to say, ‘Hey’, before speeding up the stairs to his bedroom. As soon as he got inside it, he quickly launched into a frantic search effort. He searched in his desk, inside his closet, inside his drawers, under his bed, everywhere, but he couldn’t find it. Where was it? He couldn’t quite remember where he had put it. He had bought it weeks ago. As soon as he saw it, he had to buy it. It reminded him of her, immediately. Then, when they had gone through the awful phase of constant fighting and ignoring each other, he had hidden it somewhere, because it reminded him of her and he was convinced that he would never get the chance to give it to her.

Fortunately, everything was perfect now. He just needed to find it so he could finally give it to her.

He moaned in frustration and looked around his bedroom, wondering what places were left to search.

“Looking for this?”

He turned around to find his mother leaning against his door, a playful smile on her lips and the little box carefully resting on her hand.

He smiled back at her. “Thanks.”

“You look mighty cheerful,” she noticed, as he took the box from her and carefully put it in his pocket. “I’m glad to see you so happy. It’d been a while.”

“Yeah, everything’s great.” His smile grew wider and he studied Andrea. She was looking better, too. Tonight was going to be a good night, she wouldn’t cry. He looked at her with a new light. He finally understood her. Or, at least, he understood her better. “See you later, mom.” And he practically ran out of the house.

“I will want to meet her!” He could hear her yell and he chuckled, closing the door and walking to his car.

As he drove, Adrian couldn’t help but shoot nervous glances at his cellphone. All he wanted was to pick up the damn thing and talk to Sophie. His self-induced phone-abstinence was a necessary torture, but torture nonetheless. He just hoped Sophie would stand by him, even if he barely talked to her after their moment the day before.

After such a long time, they were finally hours away from meeting each other. He would finally see her, touch her, make sure she was real. He felt excited, anxious and very happy. He was finally going to see his Murphy.

Ever since their conversation the day before, ever since Sophie told him she felt the same kind of love towards him as he did for her, it was like a major re-birth. Adrian not only felt like his old self again, he felt happier than ever, better than ever, like an upgraded version of his best self. Never before had the world made so much sense. He never felt lighter. This must be what everybody talks about; this must be that awesome feeling.

The night was setting while he drove. His cellphone rang and he knew he had received a message. He grabbed the tiny object and, taking glances at its screen while maintaining most of his concentration on the road, Adrian read Charlotte’s message. She was with Sophie, they were having dinner and then they’d be going to JazzBell. True to her character, Murphy was clueless. She wasn’t even dreaming about the possibility that he might show up tonight – which was probably a good thing. If she knew, or suspected it, Murphy, being Murphy, would probably be swallowed by her usual shell of insecurity and paranoia and Adrian, not only wanted to surprise her, he wanted to make sure she wouldn’t back out on him again. He quickly answered Charlotte’s message and returned his full attention to the road.