Adam and Fiona

Friday. 7:00pm, Movies with Eli, Clare, and Mo.

Eli was, naturally, completely intrigued with Clare, and Clare was, as always, engulfed and wrapped up in Eli's embrace. Mo was listening to some demos Adam made, jamming out against the steering wheel. Adam sat in the passenger's side, staring out the window, no longer caring to see if Mo was enjoying the songs or not. He wasn't the lead, he wasn't the guitarist, he wasn't the boss. He was the bassist, and since when did chicks dig the bassist?

They arrived after about 20 minutes. By now, Mo was talking to Adam about helping with the lyric writing, and that got Adam feeling more responsible. Eli had on his signature smirk with a malicious mark on his neck. Clare's bright, blushing face showed no innocence, you could tell she did it, you'd know these two we in love and necking on every corner.

Adam slipped an ear bud into his left ear, skipping song by song.

'My heroine- Silverstein. Nah, to soft. I only have the acoustic version. I Was Once, Possibly, Maybe, Perhaps a Cowboy King- Asking Alexandria. Nah, I just want plain rock. Sing To Me- Before Their Eyes. Perfect.'

As Adam hummed silently to himself, he looked down, shoving his hands into his pockets and watching his breath in the air, remembering how when he was younger he used to pretend he was smoking. His older brother would slap his shoulder and tell him not to be a dummy, but Adam never listened, and that stuck with him for years. He dug in his pocket and slipped out a cigarette, placing the roach* in his mouth and covering the tip as he flicked open and on his favorite zippo lighter.

He took a long drag as he flicked his lighter shut, turning it over in his hand. His grandfather had given it to him when Adam was a little kid.

"Woah! Do that again grandpa!" His grandfather flicked the lighter open, lit the flame, and snapped it shut again.

"You like that, kiddo?" Adam's grandfather laughed. "Here, it's almost out of fluid anyway. Don't refill it till you're older though, Grace."

Grace. That's what he was to his grandpa. He died in a riot, he died for peace, he died for honor; he died thinking Adam was a girl.

Adam took another drag, and blew smoke into the air, breathing it back in through his nose and once again out his mouth.

"French inhale? That was so cool- but you really shouldn't smoke. It's bad for you, y'know?"

Adam didn't even flinch, he just kept walking. Fiona, his big crush, and even bigger heart break. She never said thank you, she never apologized, she never acknowledged what he did for her. Another drag.

"So… What movie are you all going to see?"

Another drag.

Fiona nodded, "or don't talk to me. That works."

One final drag, and Adam looked up, blew the smoke into Fiona's face, and dropped the cigarette, putting it out with his foot. He glanced over at Eli and Clare, whom had already been walking in, and Mo, who was getting his and Adam's ticket.

"Hi."

"Hello."

Adam stared blankly at her. His mind was like a preschool right now, so many weird things happening that no one understood but 4 year old midgets. Fiona felt as though she wanted to say something, but she kept quiet, and stared into clear pools of blue with a hint of green, biting her lip.

"YO ADAM! GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE! I'M FUCKING FREEZING!"

Adam took one final glance at Fiona, and made a haste decision. He took her hand, and pulled her over to the ticket booth.

AN: *The roach is the part of the cigarette you put in your mouth. .-.