Chapter Three

I woke up to the smell of bacon, chocolate chip waffles, and sweet syrup. I yawned and stretched out my legs; I noticed I was sprawled out on Adam’s couch and under a lime green blanket. “Morning,” Adam greeted across from me in the kitchen.
“You cook?” I mumbled groggily and rubbed my eyes.
“Not really. The waffle maker does most of the work for me and bacon’s easy to make,” he grinned and I sat up.
“Meh, I like your food choices anyway. So what movie did you have in mind?”
“Well, the one that’s a block away shows old movies…”
I laughed, “That’s odd. What one do you want to see? DO THEY HAVE THE NOTEBOOK!?”
“What notebook…?”
“Are you serious?”
“Yeah… what’s this notebook you speak of?”
“OH MY GOD! We’re going to see it. Forget going to the movies; we’re renting it.”
“Is it a chick flick…?”
“No,” I lied and smiled up at him. “Ple-e-e-e-e-e—”
“Please don’t,” he grinned and sighed. “Alright, the library’s a couple blocks away. My car’s at the auto shop. They said it wasn’t just the gas tank; I have a flat. I can’t believe I didn’t notice.”
“Will it be okay?”
“Yeah; it’ll be fine.” I nodded, and he smiled. “Breakfast’s ready.”
When we finished our waffles, bacon, and milk, we headed out to go the library. He held my hand and started walking outside with me. “Adam?”
“That’s my name,” he winked and I rolled my eyes.
“What are you going to do about—”
“The car? I already took care of it. I told you that.”
“No, Adam, listen. What are you going to do about Sarah? Are you going to tell her you cheat—oh my God! I’m the other girl!”
“Shay, it’s okay; I’m going to break up with her when she returns. I told you that we were having problems.”
“Are you sure?”
“Trust me,” he smiled and pulled my closer to him; his arms around my waist. “I care about you so much.” He leaned down, and kissed me gently.
*
When we finished watching The Notebook, I looked up at Adam, “Noah loved Allie so much; wasn’t this the perfect romance movie?”
“Uh-huh,” he replied and grinned down at me. “That’ll be us.”
I blushed, and just smiled. How was I supposed to know? I cared about Adam a lot, but after Brian I didn’t know what to believe anymore. “When am I supposed to go home…?”
“Oh… Yeah…” Adam rubbed the back of his neck. “…Tonight…”
“Oh…” I mumbled and pulled my brows together.

List of Contents
Chapter One, pt. 1: http://www.wittyprofiles.com/q/3072345
Chapter One, pt. 2: http://www.wittyprofiles.com/q/3073247
Chapter One, pt. 3: http://www.wittyprofiles.com/q/3074223
Chapter One, pt. 4: http://www.wittyprofiles.com/q/3076851
Chapter Two, pt. 1: http://www.wittyprofiles.com/q/3083619
Chapter Two, pt. 2: http://www.wittyprofiles.com/q/3083858
Chapter Two, pt. 3: http://www.wittyprofiles.com/q/3084321