Yes, i know it's been a while. I was technically gone for two weeks because of the funeral, then when i came back i had make up work, then AP exams to study for. I'm sorry, it's been so long.

Anyways, you guys probably forgot the story by now. Oh well.

This chapter isn't that good at all. Trust me, i know. And it isn't proof read either, so sorry for the mistakes.

A stray tear silently fell down my right cheek as I watched him disappear behind those automatic clear sliding doors…

-

As I opened my eyes, I was blinded by very bright lights. I felt a pillow hit me in the head, which made me more awake.

“Time to get up, no more moping around. They’ll be back before you know it.”

I was being dragged off my bed as Emma said, “Come on you big lump.” She successfully managed it, only so I could fall on the ground and lay there staring at her. She sighed, frustrated.

“Look Adele, I know you miss him a lot. Heck, I’m even betting more than I miss Aaron, because I get it. You need him to get through this whole semi depression stage you’re going through after your mother passed away.”

I was about to protest that I was not depressed about my mother, I was sad, terribly sad but not depressed.

“Don’t deny it. I know. Anyways, he’s not here but he’ll be back and you’ll keep in touch and all that jazz. I let you mope around for a whole day already. Go get ready, we’re going out for brunch.” She said as she threw some clean clothes and me and pointed to the bathroom.

I slowly got up, my muscles were sore from doing nothing but sleeping for 24hrs.

Emma marched out to the living room and as I turned on the water in the shower, I could hear the audible sounds of the TV being turned on.

It felt like just yesterday that Jonathan and I had two weeks together before Lime Green Melons went off on tour but today, they’ve been gone for a whole day and a half already. If I closed my eyes hard enough and tried, I could still smell him, feel him…

But when I opened my eyes, all I could see was the steam from the scorching water that was slapping my skin.

“That’s much better! Let’s go.” Emma said while pulling me by the wrist out the door.

The sun was blinding as I followed her into her little lime green car. How funny that she chose such a color.

We sat in awkward silence, probably comfortable for her, but awkward for me. She was humming along with the radio, which was softly playing. I could barely hear it, I wanted to turn it up so I didn’t feel to awkward.

“We’re going to Panera. I love that place. You need to eat, you stick like thing.” She says after making a left turn.

We sit in a booth outside because Emma thinks it’s such a nice day, after getting our food.

“I-I’m not depressed about my mother dying, sad, but not depressed.” I barely whispered.

She looked me in the eye for a long time before she spoke.

“Sweetie, I’m going to be a therapist and a physiatrist, I know you are. You just don’t know because Jon has always been there for you, he helped you not think about it. He made you happy but when he wasn’t there, you’re terrible sad. If it wasn’t for him, you’d be like every other depressed person.” She said in a soothing voice.

I decided not to say anything back and went on finishing my sandwich.

Afterwards, she dropped me off at work and she left to school.

It was busy today so I was busy all day. I like that; I didn’t have to think about anything else but clothes and money. Although the boss was here today and he was seriously getting on my nerves. There were quite a few girls who were unsuccessfully trying to flirt with me, how sad.

I was planning on taking the bus home but as I locked up, K.C. pulled up and honked at me; of course, scaring the living shit out of me. “Hey, get in.” she said.

I gave her a half smiled and buckled in. There wasn’t any room for talking because her radio was blasting so loud, I bet we woke people up as we passed by. Well, for anyone who sleeps so early.

We parked in the back of a building near upper downtown, and walked into a café. It was rather nice, pretty laid back. She sat in a tall stool and I sat in the one opposite of hers.

“So, the band left.” She said, without looking at me.

“Yeah.”

“Miss him?”

“Of course, he’s my brother.”

“No, Jonathan.”

“….”

I stared at her. How’d she know? I never said anything.

She finally looked up at me, “I saw you two at the concert that one night.”

“Oh…” was all I could say.

“You know, I have nothing against gays, neither does anyone in the group.” She said, taking a sip from her coffee. Which I think the waiter put down in the middle of my confusion.

“Okay.” I really didn’t know what to say.

“You miss him a lot. I can tell, especially with your appearance right now.” She said with a chuckle.

I ruffled my hair, “What’s wrong with my appearance?” I said, slightly offended. I don’t look that bad.

She just shook her head while smiling.

“You love him a lot, yeah?” she asked.

I just nodded.

Later that night, after we caught a movie with the others, she dropped me off.

“Hey.” Emma said from the kitchen.

“Hey.”

Emma was staying with me while the band was on tour.

I gave her a small smile and walked to my room. As soon as the door was closed, I pulled out my cell phone and found his name.

It rang several times and I was about to hang up before it hit voice mail but there it was…

“Hey Ad.” His voice said, slightly out of breathe but full of excitement and pure happiness.

“Hi.” I said, trying not to cry.

“What’s wrong baby?”

“Nothing, I just miss you.”

“I miss you too.” I could hear his smile over the phone.

“Ugh. This is so sappy.” I said as my eyes watered.

He laughed and it made me happy for some reason.

“I love you, always remember that. And I miss you very, very much. I’ll be back before you know it!”

“Yeah.” Emma kept saying that.

“I have to go now. We’re up next. I’ll try and call you tomorrow okay?”

“Okay.”

“Bye, I love you!!” he said in such an obnoxious way that I had to laugh.

“I love you too.” I said quietly.

“Bye baby cakes!” he said and then hung up.

I dropped the phone and collapsed into the sheets and buried my face into my pillow.

This sucks.

-

I think I fell asleep because when I woke up, there was a crack of light from the hallway and Emma was making her way in with a plate with a slice of pizza and a can of soda.

“Hey, I brought you some food.” She said, laying it down on my night stand.

“Thanks,” I said groggily.

She gave me a small smile and sat down in my computer chair.

“Did you talk to him?”

“Yeah.” I said. I guess she could tell that I was still sad so she came and sat on the edge of my bed.

“Why don’t you tell me a happy story that happened between you two? It’ll make you remember something happy and its okay if it’s rated R, I’ll still listen.”

I gave her a small laugh. “Okay.”

I thought about all of the great moments we had, and at that moment, one memory stuck out to me.

“We went to the museum one fine day. We weren’t much for modern art but it was for school, so I had to go. He said he would too, for me. This was after a week that we’d started going out. We got bored, naturally, and decided to sit outside near a small fountain. There was no one around.” I stopped and started blushing because of what happened next.

“It’s okay, keep going. I’m embarrassed already, you hear everything Aaron and I do.” She said, laughing a little.

I smiled and continued. “Well, we started kissing and such… Then Jonathan decided to make fun of me, saying how I couldn’t kiss right.”

Emma chuckled here and told me to continue.

“He told me to stop kissing back and let him teach me the art of kissing properly.”

Emma laughed some more here. “Aw, how cute, he wanted to suck your face!”

I threw a pillow at Emily and continued.

“Yeah well, I’m not sure how long we were there but long enough for elementary students to see us and scream that they see two boys kissing to their teacher. Jonathan dragged me by the hand and we ran. It was rather fun actually.” I said, smiling at the memory.

“Aw, that’s so cute. See, now you’re happy, no more sad Adele!”

“Yeah…thanks Emma.”

“No problem. Now eat then go to sleep, you’re going to school tomorrow.” She said.

“Yes, mother.” She just smiled at me and walked out of the room.

I wasn’t hungry, so I opted for the bed option.

I lay in bed remembering that day, how soft Jonathan’s lips were and how well he had kissed me. He teased me a lot, stopping whenever I tried to kiss back. He sucked so much on my bottom lip that I moaned. Unfortunately, this was when the kids came in.

I smiled imagining his lips again and closed my eyes.

I wish he was home already.

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