Fire Meet Gasoline

Chapter One

[If you're reading this, you're actually a hero. This Fandom is dead as fuck xD. BTW, yes I know Lawrenceʼs profession is work with cancer, I changed it.
ENJOY!
-Rita]

Adamʼs POV

I sat in the waiting room, at my new doctor's ordinary. My old one canceled his work, so, I was mad enough. I rather signed up for a new one.

I was here only to register.

Yet I didn't know what to expect. I didn't know this doctor at all; was that an old man? Probably yeah.

That made me kinda nervous. It could be woman, man, or either another guy who isn't going to like me.

Man, I am so dramatic.

I rolled my eyes over myself.

“Adam Faulkner-Stanheight.” The nurse called out.

I smiled at her, and stood up.

“Itʼs this door. Dr. Gordon has a lot of work today, so it better be a quickly.”

I raised a brow pretty sarcastically.
Okay, what the hell? Just a nurse, and she already is rude. Great.

She left, “Stupid bitch” I whispered and took a deep breath to calm down.

As I was angry, and "lucky" of course, when I opened the door, I tripped over the threshold.

Karma!

I fell on my knees and from my embarassement, I didn't want to look up.

“O-Oh.. Shit” I whispered.

“Are you alright?” A worried voice of a man, hurried to help me.

This changed me, and my whole life.

He raised a hand, and I looked up, with an embarrassed face of mine.

At that moment-- my heart did something really weird and so did my stomach. My face heated up.

I felt frozen. I was looking at very young man, around 25 years old...

[[Law is older, much older, but Iʼd prefer to make him younger. And so with Adam. Hope you can survive that]]

--How was he working there?? He was literally too young!

However, the thing I noticed very first, were his clean, beautiful eyes. Aqua blue, literally. I've always loved blue eyes-- they suited him, pretty much, because of his hair color-- white.

I gulped and quickly catched his hand, standing up.
When I zoned back, I shook my head.

“I'm... Okay” I murmured.

The. Fuck. Did. My. Confidence. Go?!

“Gosh, I'm sorry Dr. Gordon I--”

“It's totally fine, please have a seat Mr. Stanheight.” He snickered.

I sat down quickly, and ducked my lips; I always do that when I am embarrassed.

“Can we start?”

He seemed so; loveable.

“Of course, Yea.” I smiled.

What the fuck happened to me?!

Anyways. We just talked about the registration and stuff, and guess what; I registrated.

“Where do you live?” He asked gently.

“Not so far.”

We laughed. Actually, it took more time than we had in plan; he was in the ʼSameʼ ages as me, four years older. We talked about jobs, our parents; that I actually didn't want to talk about. And much more.

Then someone rushed in.

No decent behavior? I turned around.

It was that rude ass nurse. Great.
But To be honest--- she wasn't old either, just as young as us.

She immediately made her dead glare at me. I totally didn't want problems, so I rather looked back at Dr. Gordon.

He noticed it and gave me a ʼCalm downʼ smile. My stomach flipped again.

“Firstly, I told you to knock-- secondly, I told you to knock especially when I am working-- and lastly, Stop scaring my patients.” He gave her an ironical smile and took a deep breath to talk again.

“You should be off, go home.” She said, quicker.

He exhaled. “Wanna lose job?”

Draaaama.
You'd ask, what irritated me so much that I literally sat there, not moving; but He didn't take his gaze off mine!
I knew I looked redder than a tomato.

“Get out” He said and I snapped out.

From my own confusion, I stood up.

“It's fine, Dr. Gordon, I appreciate your time--”

He sighed and stood up too, putting his hands to his white pockets-- He is so damn tall!

“Please, Carla, leave.”

Finally, she left.

“I am sorry, I didn't choose a personal assistant.” He laughed, and I did too.

“I need a coffee.” He hummed and looked at me. “Hey, want one too?”

I, kinda in shock, looked up at him.

“Like-- the hospital coffee? But I am not allowed to be here..”

“As long as you won't tell anyone, I don't mind.” He winked at me.

Oh, I am gonna die.

Flush sprinted over my whole face. Then I rubbed my neck.

“Alright, Dr. Gordon.”

“Lawrence.” He smiled.

“...Lawrence. I'm Adam-- But-- you already knew that ʼcause you said my last name.”

Fuck, I am so awkward.

Lawrence laughed, getting his hands out of his pockets.

“You're fun, Adam. Follow me.”
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To be continued!
Excuse my grammar. Enjoy your day :)
-Rita