Adam
Lacey
I hope those help. I sorta formed a crush on Adam...
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I sighed heavily, blowing my bangs out of my face. “Great.”
“Oh, come on, Lace. It wasn’t that bad.”
I turned to face my best friend, Adam Smith. He had been my best friend for quite a while, and I truly couldn’t think of anything that I did to deserve him. He had that slacker reputation going for him, and even though he could be such a butt-hole, I still loved him. “Adam, have you ever been humiliated like that? In front of the whole school?”
He opened his mouth to say something, but then closed it again. “No,” he mumbled.
“Exactly. So I suggest you shut up.”
He scowled, and we continued to walk down the sidewalk. My bag was hitting the side of my leg, and I was ready to throw the thing into the dumpster. During our lunch period, being the huge klutz that I am, I tripped on a chord that was taped to the floor. My food went flying. Not out in front of me, but straight up, and guess what happened? Yeah, it was all dumped on me.
I had to spend all of fifth and sixth hour washing all of corn and pudding out of my dark red hair. I would've preferred to have washed it in a shower, instead of shoving my head underneath the faucet in the bathroom, but that's all I was able to get my hands on.
We had only been released five minutes ago, so things were still being shot at me. “Hey Lacey! Did you have a nice trip?”
I scowled at the jerk that yelled it, and gave him the finger. He rolled his eyes and continued whatever he was doing before. “Lacey,” Adam said, “everyone’s gonna forget about it by next week. I promise.”
I stared at him as we walked towards his car. “Thanks,” I mumbled. “That helps a lot.”
He looked at me, and suddenly realized that it was Monday, which meant five more days of torture. “Oh, sorry. But come on, Lacey, you’re better than that. You seriously won’t let it bother you, will you?”
I sighed, and angrily, I pounded my fist against the windshield of Adam’s car. He rolled his eyes, and got inside with two swift movements. I tried to be as smooth as him, but that didn’t end up as well as I hoped it would. “Arg! Adam, my seat belt’s stuck in the door.” He continued to pull out of the parking lot, and I groaned. “Adam! Stop the car!”
He chuckled, and the car stopped moving. I opened my door and quickly pulled the belt back. I shut the door, and placed the belt into the lock. “You ok now?” He asked. I nodded, my hair falling into my face.
“Yeah. Let’s just go home.”
He smiled, and pulled out of the parking lot. A comfortable silence fell between us, and the only noise in the background was the radio and passing cars. “Hey, Lacey?” Adam asked.
“Hmm?”
“I was planning on goin’ to senior prom, and my date canceled on me. Do you wanna go? I mean, just as friends…”
I laughed. “Yeah, sure.” I felt my heart flutter and I blushed. What was wrong with me? I saw Adam smile to himself out of the corner of my eye, and I looked at him. “Why’d your date cancel?” I asked. We stopped at a red light, and he sighed.
“She suddenly remembered she’d promised some other guy to go with him.” Adam had never been a good liar. He had this habit of fidgeting when he was lying, and that was exactly what he was doing.
“Oh,” I said. I wasn’t going to tell him, of course. He pulled up my driveway and I sighed. “Ok,” I said, opening the door, “I’ll call you later, loser.”
He smiled, and rolled his eyes. “Ok, weirdo.”
I got out of his car and shut the door. Something in my bag was poking my leg and I winced as I walked up to the door. I could hear my parents fighting, and when I opened the door, I tried to sneak by them as quietly as possible. They stopped talking, and I grabbed a soda from the refrigerator on my way up. “Lacey,” I heard. I turned around and sighed quietly.
“Yeah?”
See, when I said I heard them fighting, I didn’t mean that they were yelling fighting. They were just kind of arguing about something, and I was nervous. Were they gonna get a divorce? That’d be bad.
“We didn’t expect this to happen,” mom said, “but, honey, it did. And we were going to tell you earlier, but we weren’t sure how you were going to react to this.” She paused, looking at my dad. She nodded, and he sighed.
“Your mom’s pregnant,” he said. What?! No, that’s not fair. She couldn’t be…
“And I have been for almost four months.”
Now I wanted to punch something. “Four months? FOUR MONTHS?!” I yelled. “Mom! It’s my life too! Why didn’t you tell me!”
“I wasn’t sure of how you were going to react to it, honey. I was trying to think of the best way to tell you.”
“And it took you four months?!” I wanted to punch something, preferably her… or dad. It didn’t matter to me. They were both to blame.
“Sweetie, this was hard for us too,” mom said, trying to calm me down. It wasn’t working. I took a deep breath and counted to ten.
“Whatever,” I said. “Whatever, I don’t care. I’ll be out of here before the brat is born, so I don’t care.” I turned to go upstairs. I had major urge to annoy them with my really bad guitar playing.
“Lacey Michelle!” Mom exclaimed. I ignored her and continued to go upstairs. A million things were running through my head, like, I’ve been an only child for eighteen years. I thought it was gross my parents were still ‘active,’ and I couldn’t believe they didn’t tell me about the baby. I pulled out my cell phone and pressed speed dial #3.
“Operator,” came the voice I wanted to hear as soon as I heard the news.
“Adam… I hate my parents.”
“So do I. Why?”
“My mom is freaking four months pregnant. And I just now found out about it.” I closed my bedroom door and slid the bolt across. I didn’t want them to bother me.
“Oh, wow. That’s… wow.”
“I want to punch something,” I mumbled, opening my wild cherry Pepsi and taking a large gulp.
“I know what you mean. When I found out that mom was gonna have Anne, I wanted to strangle her.”
Anne was Adam’s four-year-old sister. She’s the cutest thing ever.
“But Adam, you’ve got an older sister too. I’ve been an only child for all my life,” I said. “Hey, I’m gonna go now, and possibly annoy the ears off of my parents with my suckiness at guitar.”
Adam laughed, and said, “ok. I’ll see ya later.”
I hung up the phone and picked up my electric guitar. It was black with pink splatters all over it. I absolutely loved it. I had received it for my sixteenth birthday, after I had already learned how to play. Now, I guess I was an ok guitarist, but I only knew a few songs. My fingers found the third and fifth fret and I started to strum on the strings. I started to play random songs that I made up out of boredom and I started to really play.
“Lacey! Turn that down!” Dad yelled from behind my door, pounding. I ignored him and continued to play.
I tugged on the hem of my tee shirt as I walked down the sidewalk. It was almost seven o’clock, and Adam was supposed to have met me at the park, but he was a no show. “So much for that,” I mumbled. I kicked a rock as I walked, and finally it went into the grass.
“Lacey!”
I turned around and saw Adam. I sighed, slightly annoyed. “What?”
“I’m so sorry. I forgot.”
I looked at him. He wasn’t lying, so I cooled off a bit. “You’re the one who suggested it,” I said softly.
“You’re right. And I’m sorry, ok? I got wrapped up in the show I was watching.” I took a deep breath, and let it out slowly. Adam held his arms out, and I let out an airy laugh. I hugged him, and when I let go, I looked up at him contently.
“Dude, you need to get a watch,” I said. He laughed.
EDIT: I changed the rating to PG13. I guess what's gonna happen isn't that bad.
Adam is sexyyy. 
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