WARNING: IF YOU ARENT OKAY WITH VIOLENCE AND BLOOD DONT READ THE END... BUT IT IS KINDA A BIG DEAL... but do what makes you comfortable.
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Jimmy let go of my hand, delicately, and chuckled, "He's been comin' here all his life, and not once have I ever seen a girl with him." He paused, looking me over, "You must be very special." He murmured.
Adam sighed, as Jimmy turned to him, "Next time you bring her 'round here, don't do it in school hours, Kiddo." With a quick swoop of his hand, he reached up and smacked the back of Adam's head.
Adam released a startled 'omfph', and grabbed the back of his head, harshly throwing a glare at Jimmy.
Jimmy ignored it and rolled his eyes, ushering us over to a secluded booth which had my palms sweating.
We sat down, opposite one another. So close, that I worried if I made a wrong move my knees would brush against his, the thought alone sent chills up my spine.
Jimmy pulls out a pad, and Adam begins, "I'll have the usual," his voice was gruff and husky, as he looked towards me quickly, "and she'll have the same."
I looked over at him in shock, for one, I didn't have any money, and two, I didn't know what on Earth he was ordering for me.
Before I could argue, he asked for a dessert menu and Jimmy was off.
I stared at him in astonishment. "I don't have any money." I stated, throwing my hands off the table and onto my lap, twiddling my thumbs.
What shocked me next was the hearty laugh that bubbled out of his lips.
It was the second time today I had heard Adam laugh, and each time I thought it wouldn't happen again. But today has just been stocked full of surprises.
He leant back, his neck pressed up against the red material, and my face flushed a crimson red, knowing that he was laughing at me.
"What?" I snapped, trying not to be so hurt at his reaction to my statement.
I wasn't poor, not a bit. Although, Adam's family's wealth was a well known throughout this town, seeing as his great-great-great-blah-blah-grandfather was the founder of this town. The Valentino's were quite famous, and rich.
No doubt Adam probably thought I was poor too.
I rolled my eyes at him and was ready to leave the diner, and walk home as he leaned forward again, his laughter caught in his throat, as he rested his elbows on the table and pointed to Jimmy.
"You see that man, Sunshine?" He asked sarcastically. I nodded, plainly. "His name is Jimmy." He paused for a moment.
"I know that."
He looked at me, and sighed.
"Well, you see, Sunshine, the diner is called 'Jimmy's Diner'. I'm going to assume you can connect the dots from here."
My face slowly flushed a brighter red, I shook my head and began plotting the means to bury myself in a hole.
And die, of course.
I shook my head again, mortified, and muttered "I'm so oblivious." To no one in particular.
Adam agreed with a nod of his head and a flash of a grin. "I mean, how else could you ignore the fact your best friend is pining after you like a kid that just got his first candy bar."
I moved back, shocked.
"Excuse me?"
Adam nodded, pulling his lips into a thin line.
"Who, Rob?" I asked, leaning away from the table, and cocking my head to one side. I watched his head nod again, "Uh, no." I denied, staring at him incredulously.
Jimmy came back over at the same time, sliding down two milkshakes, classic and traditional. Both white as snow, with a flurry of whip cream; placed delicately on the top was a shiny cheery, red and white striped straws poking out the top.
I glanced at Adam, and chuckled, "Is this your 'usual'," I grinned, somewhat bewildered his choice, he stared at me incredulously, and nodded lightly a small smile grazing his features.
He grabbed his milkshake gently, a flash of excitement dwelling in his eyes. His sipped at it for a moment, before speaking again, "Back on topic," he flashed me a cheeky wink, "I've been with you guys for about a week now, and I can already see it. Seriously. Whenever you talk to me his eyes are burning, it's fucking hilarious. He's basically a little puppy you kick out every now and then, when he pisses on your carpet."
"I'm not that oblivious, Adam, I would know if someone liked me."
Silence follows and I take that as a perfect time to taste my milkshake.
And it's delicious.
My eyes widen a fraction, and Adam notices, the silence breaks with his boisterous laugh which seemed to fill up the room, he wipes his mouth with the sleeve of his jacket. I roll my eyes at him.
"Amazing, right?" He smirked, bringing the straw back up to his lips, and licking them.
I nodded, glancing away. The question I've been meaning to ask burning at the tip of my tongue. I decide to ask it anyway, "How do you know Jimmy?" I tilt my head to the side slightly, awaiting his angry glare being thrown my way and his departure from the Diner soon after.
But neither happen.
In fact he looked seemingly careless about the question, stretching his long arms out in front of me, and folding them across his chest, I observe him, waiting for the serenity to disappear.
"Jimmy's wife is my family's housekeeper."
He looks unaffected by my question, and my shoulders relax noticeably. I nod to him in response, taking small sips of the heavenly drink.
"My turn." He declared, peeping at me through his lashes with a devious smirk. Somewhere deep inside me, I knew he had a catch.
I sigh regrettably, "Okay." I squinted my eyes at him, preparing for the worst.
But that never comes, either.
He pondered for a moment, staring off out of the window into the distance' before his eyes brightened again, and he turned to me.
He leant in, "Who is your favourite person in the whole world?"
I'm taken back by his simple question, starting to explore my mind for suitable answers, "Does it have to be someone I know personally, or can it be a celebrity?" I offer, scratching my eyebrow.
"Personally. No celebrities otherwise that would be pointless." He said simply, with a furrow of his brow.
I scoff, "There goes Cole Sprouse."
Adam threw me a puzzled glance, "I don't know who that is." He states, jabbing a knife through my chest.
I push down the shock I feel, and mutter "Doesn't matter." Light-heartedly, but on the inside I was seething.
I ignored it, "Probably my dad, then. It's cliché, but it's true. I can't think of a better dad."
Adam looked away, back at his milkshake, "Who's yours?" I ask.
He didn't miss a beat, "Bailey." He almost looked shocked himself at how quickly he answered, as though it was a second nature.
"Who's that?" I asked curiously.
He didn't say anything for a moment, scooping up the whip cream on his finger and dipping it in his mouth, slowly, "Maybe you'll meet her one day." He grins, at the table, not looking me in the eyes, he was somewhere else.
I nod, as a weird feeling pricks my chest, but I ignore it again, deciding to finish my milkshake.
Jimmy suddenly bounds over to us, a gleeful expression etched into his face as he slides over the desert menus and quickly bounces off. Adam snatches it up quickly, the same eager flicker to his eyes, he peeked at me, "Is there anything you want?" He asked, glancing at me. "Jimmy's ice-cream sundaes are to die for." He adds.
"What else is there?" I question, resting my head on my hand, and watching him search through the menu.
Suddenly, his face paled a sickly white; he looked confused, with the sleeve of his jacket he rubbed his eyes, which began watering ever so suddenly. He blinked rapidly.
I watched him closely, just as confused, "Are you okay?"
Not a moment later, I watch red liquid start gushing out of his nose, uncontrollably as his eyes roll into the back of his head, exposing a polish white colour as he slumps from the chair and violently collides with the floor, smashing the milkshakes as he tumbled out of the booth.
I jump out of my seat, the air suddenly thick and tense as I scream for Jimmy, an unsettling panic clasps at my lungs as I watch Adam's nose drain with blood and stain the tiled floor. Settling in a puddle around his head.
"Someone call an ambulance!" I shriek desperately, and grab onto the sides of his leather jacket.
"Shit!" Jimmy bounds over, panic flashing in his eyes.
He turned to me kneeling over Adam, his knees getting stained with the puddle of his blood.
"This isn't normal!" I exclaimed, "Does this happen a lot?" I spluttered, shaking him slightly, watching the blood keep flowing out, unstoppably.
Jimmy looks solemn for a moment, and without responding to me, grabs tissues and attempts to stop the blood.
But as soon as they touch his nose, they are soaked in the crimson liquid.