(Re)learning How to Fly, One Day at a Time: Day Five, Adam's POVMature

DAY FIVE FROM ADAM'S POV

Truthfully, it wasn't Naomi's old eighties alarm clock's awful buzzing that woke me up, or Doctor Clifton speaking from the bedroom door, though I did hear both of those, it was Naomi's curse of "frick, I don't want to go to school!" I opened my eyes at the sound of her beautifully soft voice, watching her cradle her delicate face in her hands.

"Why not?" I asked stupidly as I sat up.

She twisted her head to glare at me with her color-changing eyes, a curtain of dark brown falling over her shoulder. I could tell she wanted to say 'why do you think?!' so badly, but she didn't. With her fiery gaze on me, my heart pounded just a little harder.

"Oh.... Never mind...." I said, and Naomi hopped up out of bed, heading for her closet.

"Go get some coffee and breakfast or something, I call the bathroom first." She said, looking at me over her shoulder.

I sat for a minute longer, watching her take out her favorite pieces. I don't know what came over me then, but I walked up behind her and took the pile of clothes from her. "Please don't tell me you're wearing THAT."

"That was the plan." She said, looking confused. "What else would I do with them?"

It was almost as if my brain wasn't connected to my mouth anymore, because I had no clue what I was talking about when I spoke. ""No no no, honey. Naomi, that outfit's comfyness and plainess screams I'm sad because I just went through a break up. You want to wear something like this --" I held up a black and white plaid shirt, a black tank top, a skirt and some legging things, an outfit I remembered seeing her wear once for Addison's last birthday party. "-- to go to school today."

She looked at me, just as bewildered with my words as I was. Where is all this knowledge of this coming from?! I thought to myself, but then I remembered I had two girls as my best friends. "Okay, first of all, WHY?! Second, did you just make up half of those words, and third, how does that not make more sense than that?!"

"To answer your questions in order, you don't want to show Wyatt weakness, yes, I did make up a lot of those words, and refer to the first answer for your answer to number three."

Naomi rolled her beautiful eyes at me. "Geez, Adam, I know you're straight, but when did you go all wacky with the fashion shit?!"

"Love you too, Naomi! Now go get ready for school so you can knock Wyatt dead... Literally." I shoved her into the bathroom. I couldn't help thinking to myself I think I literally do love you... More than I do already, at least.

I barely heard her say through the door "Oh, ha ha. I hate you!"

I walked into the Clifton's kitchen and, to my suprise, I found Doc sitting at the island, sipping coffee and doing the Sudoku in the paper. "Oh, good morning, Doctor Clifton. I almost expected you to be at the hospital already." I turned around and poured myself a mug of coffee.

"Good morning to you too, Adam. No, I don't have to go into work today unless they page me. I'm just going to stay home and maybe take Naomi out to dinner. You're welcome to come with us, Adam."

"I think I'll pass, Doc. I gotta go home sometime." I walked back into Naomi's bedroom and grabbed my notebook from my backpack. Suddenly I was glad I brought it with me, though I had figured I was going to be here longer than two days when I had found out. I flipped it open to a blank page, not one full of doodles or prose of poetry. No, this wasn't one of my regular school notebooks, it was one I always carried with me, one that I would protect with my life, especially from Naomi. The contents of it almost seemed girly, but I couldn't help it. Ever since I realized I had feelings for Naomi, whenever I had a pencil in my hand, it always wanted to touch the paper, fly across it, creating lines of poetry I wouldn't otherwise be able to create, or draw a rose that if I tried to recreate I would fail miserably. This notebook held my deepest darkest secret.

It took me a moment to notice that Naomi had stepped back into the room, in the outfit I had handed her, but wearing her Converse low-tops and her hair in a ponytail. "There, are you happy now?! I look like freaking Victoria!" She whined, referring to the school's head cheerleader and the girl who stole Wyatt from her.

"No, you look much nicer than Victoria." I said while walking up behind her, and gently took down her hair, trying not to pull it.

"HEY!!" She yelled at me in surprise.

"Naomi, the ponytail just didn't work with the outfit. Now that you've left me with barely anytime to get ready, I'm going to hurry." I teased, walking into the bathroom and closing the door behind me.

"It wasn't my fault!! You're the one who handed me these death traps called leggings!" She trilled through the door.

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As I walked back into Naomi's bedroom and began to gather my stuff, I caught part of she and her mother's conversation.

"Sorry, honey, it's just... You don't normally wear stuff like that."

"Adam took my original outfit and handed me this one. I would pour my coffee on him but that would be wasting a perfectly good cup of coffee." I heard Naomi say sarcastically.

Dr. Clifton snickered and I quietly stepped into the kitchen just in time to watch Naomi roll her eyes.

"Come on, Naomi! We gotta get going if we don't want to be late!" I said, walking to their front door and opening it.

"Bye, you two!" Doc called after us.

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Everything was fine as we walked into school. Well, at least until we got to our lockers.

Wyatt Fox, my recently ex-best friend, infamous charmer and player, was leaning against the locker next to Naomi's.

"What do you want, Wyatt?" She asked sharply. I could almost feel the glare she was giving him.

"I just wanted to see how you were doing." Wyatt had replied, looking her up and down. A flame of fury rose within me; she shouldn't let him look at her like that after what he did.

"Don't do it, Naomi. We're at school, you'll get in trouble for that!" I whispered in her ear, a step ahead of her devious mind's inner workings.

"I'm going to tell you this once, Wyatt, as a warning. You and your new little girlfriend--" Naomi began, only a slight bit of acid to her voice.

"Victoria." He interrupted, acting like she should know that.

"Yes, Victoria." The acid in her voice grew thicker by the second. "Both of you, stay the hell away from me, Adam, and Addie. I'm not going to tell you off, I'm not going to do so many violent things to you that are crossing my mind right now because we are at school. But you come near one of us again and harrass us, you're going to get both of the possibilities I've stated. Am I clear?"

"I thought we were going to try and be friends!" Wyatt replied, fakely innocent. If it hadn't been for such a lard crowd was around us, I would have gave him a right hook right then and there.

"Get. The. Hell. Away. From. Me. You. Asshole!!" She said pointedly, and Wyatt left almost immediately.

"Bravo, Naomi!! Good show!!" I joked, but then she turned her glare on to me. Without thinking, my hand touched her cheek, wiping away a tear that I would soon realize that had set me off.

"What are you doing?" She asked, confused.

"Naomi, hon, you're crying." I stated, the fire growing stronger within me.

"No!! No I'm not!" She tried to deny, but she touched her cheek with one of her long artist's fingers, and realized it was damp. "PLEASE tell me I wasn't crying in front of him!"

"You weren't, Naomi." Addison walked up behind us. "I saw the whole thing. They started to fall after he couldn't see."

I took Addison arriving right then as an advantage, and took off immediately after catching her eye. She nodded slightly, and I took off after Wyatt.

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"Wyatt, seriously, what the hell were you thinking?! For one thing, cheating on her with that witch Victoria?! And then you pop up at her locker today?!" I snarled at Wyatt as soon as I caught up with him out on the quad.

"Adam, dude, you seriously need to calm down."

"No, I'm not going to calm down!!! She still fricking loves you!!" I did the best to keep my voice down so we wouldn't get odd looks from others still out here.

"Okay, fine, I'll tell you what I was thinking if you would just calm down, Adam!" Wyatt took a deep breath.

"At first, the whole Victoria thing, I wasn't thinking. And that was a really stupid move. But she's the one who cornered me into that. And by breaking up with her.... I figured I would do both of you a favor. So she wouldn't get hurt more than she had to, and so you could, you know..."

"No, I don't know." I denied. "How the hell were you doing me a favor?!"

"Adam, I am-- I mean, I was, well I don't know if I still am your best friend or not, but that's beside the point. The point is, I've seen the way you look at her. You're in love with her, man."

"No, I'm not."

"Then why are you always scribbling in that notebook of yours and never letting anybody near it? And why would her name be on the back corner?"

"You looked!" I said in dismay.

"Yes, I did. I looked at the cover when it was on top of your stack of books the other day."

"Fine... Thanks, I guess?"

"Buds?" He asked, putting his fist out.

"Buds." I smirked and punched his fist.

The bell beginning Homeroom rang.

"Shit, now we have to get passes from the office!" I said.

The End

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