Twas Brillig

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Today we finish up the Adam saga. Click for part one, part two, or part three.

Well, my title here pretty much says it all, doesn’t it?

That’s right. We all fell asleep (how I possibly fell asleep with Adam snuggled against me I’ll never know) and I woke up somewhere around 5:00 and I don’t actually remember how it happened. But suddenly he was kissing me. And I was kissing him back.

And it was the most disgusting thing ever.

Morning breath, chapped lips… it just makes for a really unpleasant experience, as I’m sure you can imagine. I’m not even sure if there would have been any chemistry anyway. It was just… ewwww.

I was terribly disappointed. Just as I’m not sure how it started, I’m not sure how the kissing ended either—which one of us finally broke away and stopped pretending like there was magic in this utterly unmagical situation. I remember that I had early play practice, and so I ran out the door, leaving most of my possessions—and Adam—behind.

Which meant that I had to go back.

I realized as I was heading back to Tara and Adam’s that I was going to be interrogated by the girls, who were all going to wonder what was up with me and Adam. He hadn’t exactly been sneaky, as you recall. I contemplated what to tell them— perhaps that nothing happened, perhaps that we’d accidentally kissed and it would never happen again, perhaps… well… certainly NOT the truth.

Plus, I wasn’t quite sure what Adam was thinking in all of this. Would he be calling me? Did he have as awful of a kissing experience as I? Did he think that this meant that we were an item? Yikes…

When I got back to Tara’s, Adam wasn’t there, but all the girls were. “So, we heard you made out with Adam!” Aha. They had already been informed. There was much squealing and giggling, though none from me. I hadn’t expected him to tell them all, and since I wasn’t sure what to make of it (besides the obvious unpleasantness) I fumbled a bit, and acknowledged that yes, there had been some kissing.

Then Monica blurts out, “he said it was AWFUL.” She announced it as though it were the best news ever, and I died laughing and acknowledged that yes, it was AWFUL. Hahaha. It was a bit embarrassing that he’d felt the same way, I confess. I’d rather hoped that he could spend a few years pining for me, the way I’d pined for him all those years. Oh well. It had been a fun run, and now it was over, which was, truly, just fine with me.

The next time I saw Adam was when my brother J was in town, several months later. J and Adam had been best friends once upon a time, so it was natural that they’d be hanging out. I knew I’d run into him at some point, and I wasn’t sure how either of us would react. But one night we all ended up at the same barbecue in the canyons that I attended with J. I saw him as soon as I got out of the car. He came towards us, with a smile on his face that made me smile and he reached to give me a hug. I hugged him back and without speaking we both started laughing—washing all the anxiety, awkwardness, flirtatiousness, past weirdness away. He kept his arm around me, and I swung my arm around him and my other arm around J on the other side of me and the three of us joined the party.

And we’ve been friends ever since.