{UNEDITED}
I placed my hands on my hips in front of him, I hadn't ever seen anyone high before, nor have I been high myself, which isn't so surprising and in all honestly looking at the way Adam was now, I didn't think I would ever want to. Being so, after half and hour of Adam being miserable and staring at the wall in complete silence I was sure I was at my breaking point.
The gentle, white lights in my room created a warm aura surrounding us, inflicting the appearance of an angelic ghost onto the shadows and dips of Adam's face. The sun was sleeping, tucked away in the horizon of darkness, hidden were the glorious shades of amber and crimson and replacing them, a deep blue darkness.
I had closed the curtains a while ago, when Adam opened the window and had swung a single leg out. Time after time I would drag him back over to the bed and sit him down, but time and time again he would climb back up and wander somewhere else.
"Adam." I said, defeat laced in my voice.
He looked up at me, blinking slowly as he sat on the edge of the bed. His back, which was hunched over but now stood pin-straight, popped as he moved closer to me.
Before I could even register what was happening, he had placed his hands in a vice grip on my waist, sending a kaleidoscope of butterflies charging like an army into my stomach. Fruitlessly, I tried to pull away but his hands were locks around my waist, helplessly, I felt my breathing accelerate as tingles trailed down my spine.
"You're beautiful."
For a split second I was positive I had misheard him, "What?" I spluttered, sweat building on my palms.
He looked behind me suddenly, his eyes glazed in a haze, "I said, your dog is beautiful."
I shook my head in confusion, successfully pulling away from him and turning around. What was with this boy and dogs? I followed his gaze to a pile of clothes strewn in the corner of my small room.
"I don't have a dog." I returned, kicking the pile of clothes under my bed and for a moment, I took immense pleasure in watching Adam's face contort into one of pure horror as he was still delusional whilst thinking I had just kicked my dog, however, seconds later the expression morphed into one of confusion.
All of a sudden, the it was swept off his face, leaving behind a freakishly attractive grin. His eyes began to glaze over again as I took some steps away from him.
"I'm hungry." He stated, blinking rapidly. I shook my head, deciding to make him something to eat.
I took a moment to just look at Adam, trying to decipher whether it was a good or bad idea to feed him or not. A wave of complete helplessness washed over my fragile figure and I was struck with a feeling of absolute incapability. I hadn't done this before, Jimmy's decision wasn't thought through at all and I wasn't capable of helping him. I am patient, and I could easily just wait it out but what was I supposed to do if he needed food, or if he got sick again.
It sounded completely stupid and ignorant but I had absolutely no idea what to do with him.
"Lets go get some food then." I said, surely some food wouldn't hurt.
I googled it just to be sure anyway.
When we got to the kitchen, I turned to him, "So what do you want?" I asked, but was clearly shocked to see his head deep and descending into all the shelves within my fridge.
"Adam?"
His head hit the top of a shelf as he flinched, and my stomach twisted in knots as I stifled a laugh. He pulled himself out, grumbling and rubbing his black locks. "Yes." He groaned, blinking at me rapidly.
"What do you want to eat?"
He blinked at me before turning and shuffling through my refrigerator again, a waved my hands in the air feeling them fall and slap my thighs in defeat, I couldn't win with this boy. After a moment, he pulled himself out with a dazed expression, holding a jar of peanut butter.
I took a step back, watching him build his concoction in horror. Gagging, I pulled the pickles from his grasp. "Not in my house." I demanded as his face fell, no way on Earth would I let Adam eat something so revolting under my roof, not happening.
"Give me the pickles, Sunshine." His expression darkened as I felt a prickle of anxiousness stab my gut, nevertheless, I stayed true to my disgust. He stood by the side of the kitchen counter, his black eyes gazing at me intently. "No. You weirdo! I refuse." I yelled, backing away slowly.
With every daunting step I took away from him, he inched closer. A sadistic smirk grazing his lips. "I'm not going to ask again. Give them to--"
Without a second thought I pushed past him, and ran towards my room, sprinting up the stairs. Which turned out to be a physically gruelling task, one that I was sure of never to do again. I flipped around the corner, all the while hearing Adam's footsteps not so far behind.
"You'll never catch me!" I shouted, a giggle bubbling out of my mouth as I twisted to shut the door behind me.
Only to find Adam's foot stuck in it.
"That hurt." He said, "Sunshine isn't so sunny anymore." He proceeded to shove his arm through the gap, blindly grabbing at the air. I pressed my back onto the door, my heart beating erratically in my ears. "Isn't that right, Gloomy."
I swatted his arm away, screwing the lid of the pickles tighter and skillfully rolling it under my bed with my foot.
I was proud of that, no doubt.
He shoved against the door, effectively sending me stumbling. He burst through it before looking me up and down. "Where are they?"
"I don't think you're feeling well, Adam." I feigned, "Where's what?" I tried to keep a straight face, although the grin was itching to make an appearance.
He glared at me, stepping closer, "Don't play games, Gabby, I'm the best and I can assure you, you won't win."
"I'm not playing games, Adam." I mocked, shrugging my shoulders innocently.
He smirked, he was so close by now, my back was pressed against the wall and he stood inches away from me. "Games it is."
Uncontrollably, a flutter of tingles cascaded down my back as I suppressed a shiver. Heat rose to my face at our proximity, and I knew I had flushed a bright red. "I'm not playing--"
His hands silenced me as they landed on my waist, he brought himself closer. Despite him being an entire foot taller than me, I had no trouble craning my neck to look at him.
"You smell nice." He brought his face closer to mine, so close I could feel the heat from his skin.
I shook my head, wanting to rip his hands from me, but couldn't find the will to do so. "Probably the pickles, you weirdo."
"Ah! So you do have the pickles." He concluded, pulling away from me and searching the room.
I stood there, shocked, as his hands left my waist and the cold seeped in once more. I felt vastly disappointed in myself for not holding out longer, and being so weak. I didn't know what had come over me, it was as though I literally melted in the palm of his hands.
"For the love of God!" Adam frowned, searching through my closet, he closed the door and stepped back sheepishly. "Sorry, I forgot I was on holy ground."
"Where are they."
"I'm still very unaware, Adam? What are they exactly--"
Adam sighed, "I'm way too high to be dealing with this." He murmured, rubbing at his temples.
I could've slapped him, in fact I had to curl my hands into fists to stop the literal action from taking place. "And I'm way too sober to be dealing with you."
I was never a violent person, or one that got infuriated easily. I had always taken great pride in my patience but it was these moments with Adam that brought out a new side to me, one that was reckless, spontaneous, and irrevocably addicted.
I threw my hands into the air, "Can't you just forget about the pickles!" I exploded, "Pickles, peanut butter and Nutella isn't the way to go, you monster!"
"Fuck sake! Can't you just stop being such a control freak for one second and let me enjoy the short life I have! I want the damn pickles!"
I recoiled, "I'm not a control freak. I'm not any freak. Controlling or not, the only one who wants to make such a disgusting snack is you, therefore you're the freak. Freak." I argued, crossing my arms over my chest and glaring.
He groaned, "You're such a child, Gabby. Grow up! And give me my fucking pickles."
"Don't you swear mister! This is holy ground, you said so yourself!"
He glared, "Fuck you and your fucking holy ground."
I decided I really didn't like high Adam.
Then again when did I like sober Adam. When did I even decide I liked Adam?
I shook my head, and sighed. Walking under my bed, I felt defeated. More so, I felt exhausted. Without another word, I grabbed the jar of pickles and shoved them into his arms.
He shrugged, smirking slightly.
"I don't want them now."