Bad

Chapter 8

- Adam's POV -

I walked inside her hotel room and took a seat on her couch. I sat silently while I waited for her to walk over to me and sit down.

"What did you want to talk about?" She asked.

"I just wanted to apologize. . .again. I know I've been a total dick to you and I just want to apologize for hurting you."

"I don't care about your apology. You only apologized once I let slip that your idiocy has been somewhat denting my career. I don't need your pity apology, Adam, nor do I deserve it."

I nodded slowly before I looked up at her smirking, "At least you have the leg up now." She looked at me confused so I continued. "The news of our apparent hook up means no girls are willing to hop on the Adam Levine love boat. They're all scared you'll scratch their eyes out."

She chuckled dryly as she shook her head. "Well, you can take satisfaction from this situation too."

"Meaning?"

"The day after the VMAs and our alleged hook up, my boyfriend decided that we should 'take a break'. So, it seems that once again, Adam Levine, you win."

"Why would he do that?" I asked.

"Well, apparently I'm too 'emotionally immature' whatever that means. But it might have something to do with the fact he left me stranded at the VMA party after you made me dance with you." She paused before a knowing smirk appeared on her face. "You know, now that I think about it, that dance is probably to blame for the rumor of our hook up."

"Probably." I agreed. "But I still can't get over you being 'emotionally immature'. Does the guy make everything up as he goes along?"

She giggled as I smiled to myself, pretty proud of the fact that I had managed to make her laugh.

"So," I began, trying to start a proper conversation with her. "What were you doing before I showed up?"

She gave me that look again. The look she's been giving me ever since I stood at her door. She's cautious of me and I don't blame her. My behavior towards her today has been the complete opposite of all our past interactions, so why shouldn't she be thinking that something's up.

The staring came to an end once she raised her eyebrows and smirked at me. This was one of those moments where I really wanted to know what was going on inside of her head.

"I was writing a song actually. Well, trying to write one." She finally said.

"Trying? What's the problem?"

She chuckled lightly as her eyes wandered to the notepad resting on the table in front of her, "Lack of inspiration I suppose. . ."

"It's about my boyfriend." She continued, once she noticed I was wanting her to elaborate. "I started it a while ago and now that I've finally got some free time I can't finish it. Probably something to do with my emotional immaturity." She said, adding a stiff laugh at the end.

I laughed before asking, "Do you want some help with it?"

There it was again. That fucking look that can't seem to disappear from her face. But this time it only lasted for a second as it was replaced with a sweet smile.

"That'd be great actually."

I returned a small smile in her direction before scooting closer to her so we could work on the song.

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I woke up dazed and confused. I looked around the unfamiliar room trying to figure out where I was. I didn't notice the weight on my left shoulder until I looked down. There, Christina slept as she rested her head on my shoulder. As soon as I saw her my memories came flooding back to me. We were working on a song together all night before we eventually fell asleep. When I tell people about the night I slept with Christina Aguilera, I'll be disappointed to say that all we did was sleep.

After about five minutes of sitting still, I grew tired of waiting for Christina to wake up, so I gently shook her awake.

"Morning." I smiled, once she looked up at me.

As soon as we made eye contact her eyes grew wide and she jumped of the couch.

"Sorry for sleeping on you." She mumbled after a moment of awkward silence.

"It's fine." I replied, still confused by her quick movements a few seconds ago.

"Do you want some coffee or anything?" She asked. "I could probably call room service."

"No, that's ok. I could do with your number though."

"Excuse me?" She asked, raising her eyebrows.

I rolled my eyes, "It's not like I'm asking you to marry me. I just think that since it seems that we've called a truce, it's only right that we become friends. It'd be a whole lot easier to be friends if we had each other's phone numbers." I explained.

"Friends?" She asked disbelievingly. It was almost like she refused to say the word when it came to me. And I have to admit, it kind of hurt my feelings.

"Yeah. I mean, we got along pretty well last night. If you ask me I think this is the beginning of an awesome friendship. You know what they say, sometimes the people you don't get along with in the beginning are the ones that you become friends with in the long run."

"Wise words, Levine. I never thought I'd live to see the day." She smirked.

I grinned at her as she shook her head and laughed.

"I'll go grab my phone." She said, before walking out the room.