from the bed out of sheer necessity for food, then meet Javier at the pool to lounge the rest of the afternoon away.
I get back to my apartment late that evening, feeling antsy. I’m about to text Annabelle for a couch session when my phone rings. I don’t recognize the number and my stomach instantly folds in on itself somehow knowing who it is. Could this mean he’s ready for another round of is this a date or are we just friends?
Adam’s voice is deeper on the phone, and when he asks if I want to go for a drive, I can’t tell him yes fast enough. Exactly twenty minutes later there are two swift taps at my door. When I pull it open he’s leaning up against the doorframe, looking every bit his usual carefree self, like he knows exactly what this thing between us is and I’m the only one in the dark.
His face breaks into a wide grin and he asks, “Think we can get by without a speeding ticket tonight?”
Just like last night the conversation comes easy. As he meanders along the streets I find myself trying to explain to him my love for grizzly bears, which he thinks is preposterous.
“I'm serious!” I say with a lilt in my voice. “Bears just have a bad rep.”
“They’re man-eating beasts.” He’s trying to keep a straight face as he says the words, but a smile creeps through, detracting from his conviction.
“Nah, I don't buy it. They just love to cuddle and don't know their own strength.” I angle my body towards his and smile over at him as he ponders this a moment.
“Alexa, I’m inclined to believe you because you can be highly convincing.” He chuckles as he says the words. “Except I know for a fact there’s a documentary about a guy who shared your beliefs. He goes to live with some bears to show how nice they are and you know what happens to him? The bears eat him. They freaking eat him!”
“Have you seen it?”
He shakes his head.
“Well there's probably more to the story then, like he was poking them with sticks or stealing their salmon or something.”
He laughs at my rationale. “Okay, we’re watching this thing. I'm getting a copy and bringing it to your apartment and we’re watching it. You and me.”
“So you're telling me you want to see a guy get eaten by bears? That’s so gruesome, Adam. I didn’t know you had this side to you.”
“Hell no. I want you to see a guy get eaten by bears.”
“Fine. I’ll watch it, only because I think there’s more to the story than you’re telling me.”
“I’m not one to embellish stories,” he chuckles, glancing over at me from the driver’s side.
“Never! Tell me again how you got that light spot on the back of your head.”
His lips curl into an ornery grin. “I told you. I got struck by lightning.”
“Uh-huh, right… The lucky strike.”
He caves, his expression relaxing into a sheepish grin. “You’ve got me. It’s a birthmark. But I’m telling the truth about the bears. You’ll see.”
“It’s not my usual movie choice, but for you I will.”
“Awww, for me?” His eyes flick over to mine before returning to the road in front of us. “So if watching people get eaten by bears isn’t your type of movie, what is?”
I lean towards him, resting my elbows on the console between us and propping my head on my hands. I swear I could look at him forever. I could talk to him forever.
“I don’t know if I have a type, just not that.”
“Well if you had to pick a favorite what would it be?”
I don’t miss a beat. “Good Will Hunting.”
“Good Will Hunting?” He bursts out laughing. “You can’t be serious.”
“Oh I assure you I am. It’s got it all. Math: check. Love: check. Quotable lines: double check. I know every word of that movie.”
He reaches a hand over and presses his palm to mine, catching me completely off guard.
“How do you like them apples?” he says resolutely. To my disappointment he pulls his hand back after he delivers the line, replacing it on the wheel. My palm
I get back to my apartment late that evening, feeling antsy. I’m about to text Annabelle for a couch session when my phone rings. I don’t recognize the number and my stomach instantly folds in on itself somehow knowing who it is. Could this mean he’s ready for another round of is this a date or are we just friends?
Adam’s voice is deeper on the phone, and when he asks if I want to go for a drive, I can’t tell him yes fast enough. Exactly twenty minutes later there are two swift taps at my door. When I pull it open he’s leaning up against the doorframe, looking every bit his usual carefree self, like he knows exactly what this thing between us is and I’m the only one in the dark.
His face breaks into a wide grin and he asks, “Think we can get by without a speeding ticket tonight?”
Just like last night the conversation comes easy. As he meanders along the streets I find myself trying to explain to him my love for grizzly bears, which he thinks is preposterous.
“I'm serious!” I say with a lilt in my voice. “Bears just have a bad rep.”
“They’re man-eating beasts.” He’s trying to keep a straight face as he says the words, but a smile creeps through, detracting from his conviction.
“Nah, I don't buy it. They just love to cuddle and don't know their own strength.” I angle my body towards his and smile over at him as he ponders this a moment.
“Alexa, I’m inclined to believe you because you can be highly convincing.” He chuckles as he says the words. “Except I know for a fact there’s a documentary about a guy who shared your beliefs. He goes to live with some bears to show how nice they are and you know what happens to him? The bears eat him. They freaking eat him!”
“Have you seen it?”
He shakes his head.
“Well there's probably more to the story then, like he was poking them with sticks or stealing their salmon or something.”
He laughs at my rationale. “Okay, we’re watching this thing. I'm getting a copy and bringing it to your apartment and we’re watching it. You and me.”
“So you're telling me you want to see a guy get eaten by bears? That’s so gruesome, Adam. I didn’t know you had this side to you.”
“Hell no. I want you to see a guy get eaten by bears.”
“Fine. I’ll watch it, only because I think there’s more to the story than you’re telling me.”
“I’m not one to embellish stories,” he chuckles, glancing over at me from the driver’s side.
“Never! Tell me again how you got that light spot on the back of your head.”
His lips curl into an ornery grin. “I told you. I got struck by lightning.”
“Uh-huh, right… The lucky strike.”
He caves, his expression relaxing into a sheepish grin. “You’ve got me. It’s a birthmark. But I’m telling the truth about the bears. You’ll see.”
“It’s not my usual movie choice, but for you I will.”
“Awww, for me?” His eyes flick over to mine before returning to the road in front of us. “So if watching people get eaten by bears isn’t your type of movie, what is?”
I lean towards him, resting my elbows on the console between us and propping my head on my hands. I swear I could look at him forever. I could talk to him forever.
“I don’t know if I have a type, just not that.”
“Well if you had to pick a favorite what would it be?”
I don’t miss a beat. “Good Will Hunting.”
“Good Will Hunting?” He bursts out laughing. “You can’t be serious.”
“Oh I assure you I am. It’s got it all. Math: check. Love: check. Quotable lines: double check. I know every word of that movie.”
He reaches a hand over and presses his palm to mine, catching me completely off guard.
“How do you like them apples?” he says resolutely. To my disappointment he pulls his hand back after he delivers the line, replacing it on the wheel. My palm
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