Hey-o!
What's crackalackin homie's? Yes, you've guessed it. I m still not over the whole gangsta' phase as I like to call it :-P Its been... oh hell, its been so long I don't even remeber how long o.O LOL
Moving on,
I have decided to be more regular, As much as I can, I have said this before a 100 times and this is probably the 101st that I have been a hella busy this year and I am sure that It won't get better the year after. I thought that, you know, Maybe I should just stop for an year or two and then continue with new books but somehow, It doesn't feel right to abandon something I've put so much of work into.
And vola! here I am. I'll be continueing BOTH my stories. Yes, both. To anyone who knows about 'Music turns me on...' (my first work) I'll be posting that soon. Hopefully tomorrow.
this was actually ment to be an author's note but I turned it into a chapter:-P I am just that nice xD
Enjoy!
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CHAPTER 6-
"The Adventures Of Adrian Parker"
Don't do it Aiden.
Don't even think about it!
It won't help him and it certainly wouldn't help you. Give.It.Up.
I am currently being persuaded by my so called devil of a conscience to stay put on my side of the couch and not move an inch. The sensible (partly selfish) side is trying to protect me from making a fool of myself more than I had already accomplished today. Overruling your heart could be such a feat, I wasn't aware.
I usually go with my brain, my thought over, well processed actions. Somehow, today didn't seem like any normal day where I'd think twice (ten into twice!) before even lifting a finger. I was planning on helping my friend when my unwanted thought process kicked in and I would do so even if it's totally loony of me. Probably a millennium apart from my usual reaction of punching his arm and saying very rudely, may I add, to 'Grow a pair and be a man for a change.'
I never was one to offer my condolence and sympathy to just about anyone.
I lifted my arms, forming a huge enough circle to fit an exercise ball in all the while focusing on tuning out the continuous wrong coax going on inside my head. (Lord knows what only happens in there)
Finally working up the courage that was required, I slowly approached my doom. Here goes nothing, I muttered as I embraced what I am sure of will be the final moment of my short lived life with my dignity intact. (I am really over doing myself here) In that exact moment,
I embraced instinct,
I embraced my demise
I embraced Adrian. Literally.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, the part that was visible and not hidden by his collar or his overgrown brown hair that were in a serious need of a haircut, I pulled his body towards mine. Placing his head on the crook of my neck while gently moving my finger through his locks (more like dreadlocks) It was the best source of comfort I could come up with in the small amount of time I had. If that isn't quick thinking, I don't know what is.
It doesn't matter that Adrian is still very much in shock and refuses to hug back which is quite mean of him but I think I lost the right to complain after I treated him oh so insensitively so many times when he needed my assurance. That was always Amanda's forte. She was the one who gently turned up his mood, made him confident in himself again, took him on walks to talk him out of his insecurities while I simply applied that time was all he needed to get over his tantrums and just tagged along, blasting my I-pod.
I've been a horrible friend.
With that racing through my mind I slipped my hands from his head and tucked them beneath his arms, squeezing his back, blocking the truth if not denying it. I was afraid. Afraid to show any emotion, fearing that it wasn't the one I was suppose to use, fearing that he didn't need me. And most of all fearing that it would make me vulnerable again. I tightly closed my eyes while I rested my head on his shoulder, seeking some comfort that I knew I didn't deserve, wishing for the prickling to stop before it was too late. I was fearing again, more than ever. And it seemed like this was the most genuine one so far.
Fear that I'd already lost my chance at redeeming my actions. I'd already lost my Best friend.
Adrian, regaining from his state, had his arms encircling me quicker than lightning itself. It was nice, having someone there. Someone who'd share the pain. Suddenly, what was supposed to be an awkward hug turned into the most beautiful emrace ever.We were both holding the other with a strength so strong that I was amazed that we weren't super glued to eachother.We'd found haven in our arms, interlocked with one another like a rope binding us together.
'I am sorry...' I uttered, so softly that I doubted he'd heard me.
'for what, Aid ?' He asked, kissing the top of my head.
Aid.
That name, once the reason for my smile now brought such sorrow to me that it became unbearable, agonising. Funny that he'd call me that now, when I was willing to ignore the matter at any cost, no matter what it was. Aid... the more I said it the less I believed in it. In myself. It echoed off the walls, a constant reminder of what I wasn't. Of what I'd lost.
I was the Aid. The rescue girl. The friend in need. Yet, I felt like the snitch. I felt repulsed, disgusted.
'Don't Adrian. Just don't call me that.' I croaked out, tightening my numbing hold.
Adrian tried letting me go but I didn't want to, I don't think I'd ever. I wanted to stay as far away from the reality as I could possibly manage. I didn't want to think.
'Hey! hey! hey! what' s happening? Aiden come-on, talk to me.' Adrain said, concerned
'I' ve been a bad friend, Ad. I don't deserve this. I don't deserve you.'
I was aware that anyone who couldn't hear my thoughts would be confused as hell, it still didn't matter. I couldn't bring myself to care. Adrian's arms around me were all that I needed.
'Oh man. What are you on about? Chicks are so weird...' He muttered in my hair
I bit out a laugh and moved my head to look at him
'Adrian, do you think I am a bad friend?' I asked, a little too seriously.
Adrian moved his eyes around my face, searching for any sort of clue that could unravel the mystery of the mood swing I had overcome with. He placed one of his hands on my cheek and looked square into my eyes. I stopped breathing. All of a sudden I was painfully conscience of myself. I looked right back at his green one's and at that very second, everything became clear. Like I was seeing the world for the first time.
The emerald eyes, a green so deep, so unique that it hypnotised me with its beauty. His angular face, from the pointy nose to the bow shaped lips and all the way to that cleft chin. It was clear, alright. I just saw what everyother girl at school saw everyday. And, I knew that they were right. Till this date I had failed to see the true Adrain.I knew that he was good-looking but I never actually looked long enough to see it myself. He looked like a roman statue, carved with such beauty that it hurt you to look at it. Its a wonder I didn't notice it before.
I was too busy, looking at him like he was another creature altogether. I didn't notice anything else. I didn't even notice that our lips were a mere centimetre away (and counting) And then, it happened.
'Aiden, whatever you're taking. Reduse the dose' Adrian said and patted me on the cheek.
I was still a little starstruck to realise right away but when it dawned upon me I picked the cushion from behind him and slammed him with it. Right on the face. That asswipe, he needs to learn where his limits lie. He raised his hands in front of himself in a surrendering motion, laughing and laughing at my lame attempts of hitting him.
In no time we were both laughing, forgetting about our previous quarrel. When we were over our fit Adrian's hands were placed lightly on my hips and mine were weaved in his hair, closer than how we were sitting. How we got in this position? I don't know myself.
'Your the most awesome friend I could have asked for, Aiden. Sure, you have your bitch mments- (this is where I glared at him yet he shamelessly smirked at me)- But I won't change you for the world'
Though I was frowning and glaring when he'd reached the middle I couldn't stop the smile that came on my face. (even when I knew I looked like Grinch) He blinked a little almost stunned and then broke out into a smile of his own.
'Why thank you. You don't know how much that means to me' i said, beaming
'What can I say? I am such a nice guy.' he said, grinning.
I smirked along with him at the irony of it all. He knew he was anything but. That didn't stop him from trying. I was about to open my mouth and throw a smartass comment at him when the door opened, a very Happy Amanda emerging from behind it. Our playful banter vanished and Adrians hands tightened around me. I shot him a worried glance and then looked back at Amanda who had yet to acknowledge us.
'Guys! you won't believe what -'
Amanda never got to complete her sentence, she was too shocked. I shot her a confused look when her expression took a turn from dumbstruck and turned to scandalised.
'What the hell is going on!?' Amanda screeched
I followed her eyes, hoping to see what was the cause for her dramatic remark. And guess where it landed? I slowly took us over. I had my hands fisted in his hair, his hands crushing our bodies together, me almost sitting in his lap and not to mention oudisheveled looks from playing pillow fight posed as if we just had a very hot, very intense make out session.To say that we were in a compromising position was putting it lightly.
What I didn't get, decpite all the drama, was why in the world did it bother Amanda more than it bothered me?
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And cliffhanger!!
LoL i HAVEN'T DONE ONE OF THOSE IN SUCH A LONG TIME!!!
....that was all in caps wasn't it? oh well, I am too laxy to type it again, Deal with it :_D
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