Call Me Crazy 19.0

Chapter Nineteen: I've Been Waiting So Long
*Tommy's POV*


I was never more excited in my life. I was even so happy that I couldn't even cry tears of joy, and me not crying is truly a spectacular in itself.

Adam leaned back just far enough so that he could look me in the eyes. They've never looked so beautiful.
"I have missed you so much," he told me, smiling sadly.
"I missed you too," I repeated, heating up as he brought his hands up to my cheeks. His shaking thumbs glided gently over my face like he was checking if I was real. I grabbed two fistfuls of his shirt and pulled his body close to me so that his parted lips were right against mine. Even before we actually kissed the chill that was freezing my heart was dissolved and melted into everlasting comfortable love. My whole body tingled as a reunited flame of pleasure lit my emotions on fire. As we split my head tilted back a bit and I took a breath of air that started me fresh again. I didn't need to search any more for what I was missing because it was all right here in front of me, but I just didn't wait long enough.

"I love you, Adam." I had longed so long to say that to him it felt like all the tension I had building up in me flowed out like a waterfall.
"I love you too, Tommy," he murmured into my ear. My mind just said over and over again This is real Adam, trying to depict truth from what my imagination had done to me before. Adam slipped his hands around my waist and hugged me, his heart hammering into mine. I closed my eyes and buried my face into his chest, soaking in his same essence that was about to start fading away on his pillow. I mumbled my words into clothes, hiccupping from excitement.
"What'd you say?" he chuckled, moving his hands up and down the length of my arms. I saw his eyes flicker back at the door and his eyebrows pushed in with delight with his grin growing as he noticed his parents.
"Happy birthday," I smiled breathlessly, wiping away straggling tears in the corner of my eyes. Adam suddenly pulled me up off the floor and spun me around once, kissing me as my feet touched the ground again.
"You make this a happy birthday," he said quietly.

He rested his forehead on mine so we could share one more moment in our own dimension before he pecked my cheek and straightened out, interlocking our fingers tightly to walk over to his mom. I reluctantly let go so he could embrace her, watching him just to rekindle what I've lost. Leila's arms wrapped all the way around his waist so that her hand held her wrist. It was just a bit further than she normally could. It appeared to me he lost some weight, but his arms felt firmer. So maybe it wasn't the same thing that happened with me with my times of willing fasting, but more of a constructive way to get his mind off things. He did always know how to handle things better than me, anyway; it wasn't a surprise. I think he took that from Eber, who also came to him and hugged Adam, patting his back. His mom kissed his head with watering eyes, everyone exchanging words of love. Adam reached his arm back and turned towards me, opening his side so I could fit right into him. I kept my hand on his hip on the opposing part I was on.

"What are you guys doing here?" Adam asked them. He was warm and his heart was strong; something more that I've missed. I tilted my head up so that I could see his still-flawless face. He watched me every few seconds and would switch between my eyes. He didn't believe this as much as I did.
"Well it's been about a month since you've been here and we had to come and see how you were doing in your classes and with your therapy," his mom explained, smiling up at him. Eber continued.
"We wanted to see you on your birthday and—"
"They allowed us to bring Tommy with us," Leila finished his sentence for him. Adam and I smiled at each other and he bent down to softly meet lips. With every touch my body just wanted more, but my mind was less selfish at the moment and was content like this, but I knew it wouldn't last long. But could anyone really blame me?

Adam one-armed hugged them again, telling them thanks with much enthusiasm. His hand tightened on my waist barely. He looked at the old lady he came with and back at his family.
"So… how's this going to work?" he asked, slightly confused. Butterflies tickled the insides of my stomach as he scrunched up his face adorably.
"Well, we'll have to have you sign some papers and see some things involving Adam's progression here," she addressed to the husband and wife in a formal matter with no emotion behind her small, wrinkled eyes. Everyone glanced around.
"Then does that mean he can come back?" I asked looking at Adam in the eyes before switching them to the lady he was brought here with. The air in the room suddenly became thin and I was having a tougher time catching up with it. Adam even tensed beside me.
"Not necessarily," the woman explained, gesturing her bony fingers to the front desk and walking towards it. "If Miss Truelez doesn't have everything that she needed to figure out and wants to keep him longer for further tests, then he must stay." I wanted to take his hand and just run away. Adam must have heard my pained sigh for he put his index finger under my chin and lifted my head, shaking his head and mouthing "It's okay," though I could tell he wasn't too thrilled about staying any longer either.

"Mr. and Mrs. Lambert, if you could just stay back and talk with us we can get you everything you need," the lady tried at smiling. It was one of the fakest things I've ever seen. Then I wondered how many crazies she has to deal with a day… Still, my Adam wasn't one of them and he should be treated better.
"What about Tommy?" Adam stepped in and asked eager yet defensive. I grinned to myself.
"Oh," she muttered, caught off guard. All attention was on her now. She held her hands together and paused in thought. "He can wear one of these"—she said something to the young secretary at the front desk and pulled out a lanyard with a little laminated pass attached to the bottom. She held it out to me and I took it, eyeing it for a second— "and accompany you to your classes and/or stay with your parents." Adam was about to say something but I cut him off.
"So I can go in the class with him or would I have to hang around outside the door?" I questioned while raising an eyebrow. The elder sighed.
"Well that pass is used for students who are touring the school to see if they would like to come, so if you'd like you could go into the classes," she explained, tapping her foot impatiently.
"Great!" Adam said cheerily, tilting his head with impatience.
"So Adam," Leila began softly, "you and Tommy continue with your day and we'll see you later, alright?" she smiled, touching both of our cheeks. We nodded and I threw the pass around my neck, turning around in start down the hall.

As soon as we rounded the corner, Adam guided me into the wall, putting both of his hands in mine on the sides of me. He kissed my lips like the touch of a feather, over and over again.
"I've…missed you… so… much," he murmured between kisses that gradually made their way into my neck, sending shivers throughout my body. He stopped until my eyes flittered open again, catching him staring at me. I was red-faced and dazed, floating like a cloud in those perfect captures of sky. It'd been too long since I had been looked at like that.
"I know," I sighed, "I know." My eyes fell to the ground sadly and he frowned.
"This period is almost over then it's lunch," he began, lifting my chin up. "We can skip and hang out in my room. 'K?" His eyes were genuine and I nodded slightly, letting him guide me to his current classroom. I decided to stay outside if it was only going to be for a few minutes. He pecked my forehead before heading inside. It gave me time to check this place out and think about it.

Lined on the walls were posters of motivational sayings and numbers to hotlines which I thought was pretty stupid considering students here weren't allowed to have phones for themselves and when they wanted to call someone they had to get permission. Anyway, besides that there wasn't any color. Anywhere. Just like how Adam described, it was bleak and lifeless. Without Adam by my side I was already depressed because of the mood this place gave off. I never realized how… inviting Little Rock appeared. Though, I guess compared to here anywhere could look like the Taj Mahal. It only got me to wonder what exactly his room was like.

Just like Adam had said, the bell rang. The sound was muffled and when I realized where it came from, I saw that the thing was surrounded by some material so that you couldn't get to it. Damn. Overprotection apparently is a much practiced thing here.
"Hey, c'mon," Adam said rushing out the door before anyone else to grab my hand and pull me along. I let my head fall back to laugh at his enthusiasm practically running with me on a leash. As he dragged me with him, he apologized to people he almost pumped into and I repeated him as I passed them. It was probably the longest and happiest hallway I ever ran down.

When we reached the end, my grip tightened and he turned left, slowing a bit to catch his breath. I had a hard time too, trying to stop laughing, after all. Adam checked on me and chuckled himself, leaving a smooch on my temple.
"Wait here—I've got to tell the supervisors where I'm going," he informed, going into the cafeteria. He went behind a corner and I peaked in the door, seeing he was really pretty close. I overheard their conversation which was basically Adam telling the middle-aged man that he was going to be spending the lunch period in his room, and the man telling him that he needed to sign his name, his dorm number, and what time he was going out on the paper. I caught Adam bending over to a table and soon he was straight up again, smiling politely as the man asked him if he "knew the circumstances of taking this responsibility." Adam nodded and nearly ran into me coming out again.
"Sorry, beautiful," he apologized, shoving more butterflies down my throat. I shook it off, clearing my tightening throat.
"So um… you're off that easy?" I asked, kind of shocked.
"Mhm," he nodded, bushing the hair from my eyes.
"Isn't this place super strict though?"I inferred, tilting my head. He scratched the back of his neck.
"Yeah, but we can go back to our rooms for lunch. Though the only thing is that they're allowed to turn on the cameras on the ceiling and monitor you," he rolled his eyes irritably, glaring at a camera mounted above me. "Good thing for them there's no audio."
"Oh…" I trailed off, thinking about how privacy was seriously taken away. "But won't we be…?" I said without realizing. Once he raised his eyebrows and smirked I knew what I had said, flushing madly.
"Gives them a show," he mocked and smiled, holding his arm out. "Are we running?"
"Lead the way," I said, hooking arms, finding it hard to care about any of that.

There was hardly anyone walking this instance, so the time it took was cut in half from what I expected. He didn't even have to check the numbers on the doors to find his, simply pushing on the metal to gain our access. He kicked it shut behind us, not breaking the lock with our eyes, before he guided me to his bed. I easily edged backwards onto the mattress, taking a fistful of his shirt as he crawled over me. By the time we were actually fully on the single bed, we were sharing air and I swore our hearts were going to explode out of our chests just so that they could be together. Our breathing was shallow and my eyes kept flittering down with the anticipation from how our mouths were just open next to each other, savoring the tension that was building up from an extensive time apart. Adam's hands fidgeted around my neck. My fingers curled against his chest, pinching fabric periodically. He kept inching closer, closing his eyes tight while blindly finding my lips. I took a deep breath through my nose as he surrounded my mouth.

I picked up the tiniest sound emitting from Adam's throat and in the pit of my stomach an aching desire churned. Everything became all tight and the outside was a blur. All my senses focused on Adam like a laser pinpointing its target. He smelled naturally sweet; there was a faint rubbing noise when his jeans slid against mine; I caught a glimpse of his fading ebony hair; he tasted like spearmint; and his skin felt electric, like it was shocking longed pleasure-waves a million times a second. When he opened his mouth I lost it. I pulled him on top of me so that nearly every inch of his body touched mine, that insanely warm and soft skin with me again. My arms wrapped around his newly muscled back, holding my finger with my other hand to lock myself there. Adam glided his hands back down to my sides, holding my waist. He let our tongues fight for what we missed, getting tangled quickly within the feeling. Sweet little moans would escape from Adam when he couldn't hold them back anymore, trying to be as quiet as he could. It made me crazy. I had no idea how much I actually loved what he did.

My leg slung over his body, slightly twisting our position. As he tilted his head to make our kiss deeper, we slowly rolled to our sides. His hand closest to the bed reached up and palmed my cheek tenderly. I kept my arm over him and traced my fingers on his neck. He pulled back just enough to take my bottom lip into his, allowing me to catch up with my breathing. My eyes opened to catch him watching me, but they soon rolled back as his palms crept under my shirt and his nails tickled my stomach. The hot strokes kept climbing higher until they stopped, fingers resting in the ridges between ribs.
"Baby, you're so thin," he hummed worriedly, not moving anymore. I looked him in the eyes, his face serious and scared. I smiled and kissed up his jaw line.
"I'm fine; you just haven't seen me," I explained, continuing my path of pecks.
"Tommy, I remember everything about you, and you weren't this skinny," he sighed, cautiously rapping on my ribcage. I was touched by what he said, but I didn't forget what he meant.
"And you weren't this buff," I retaliated, keeping my lips underneath his ear—his weak spot. I could feel the goosebumps starting to rise. "You're just bigger and I'm not really that much smaller." He droned, unsatisfied with my answer. I sighed softly, pressing my lips just a bit harder into him so he couldn't react as fast. "Honestly I had a hard time coping in the beginning and I didn't eat much. But I'm fine now. I haven't lost any more weight, and I even think I'm gaining the little bit back that I lost. Okay?" I said, diving my own hand under his shirt to lay it on the small of his back.

I hated saying that to him and not being 100 percent truthful. But it was all the truth, right? I mean, I may have left some parts out and lessen the severity, but I didn't lie at all. Still, I had to keep busy with nibbling to get rid of the guilt.
"So anyway, what about you?" I changed the subject, playing with his hair. A smirk snuck onto me as he quietly whimpered from my hand going into his butt pocket of his pants. I just realized that I couldn't keep my hands still, wanting to feel everything again.
"Hmm?" he managed to get out, trying to wiggle closer. I chuckled, kissing his lips.
"How did you get all these sexy muscles?" I whispered teasingly. He smiled and blushed, rubbing my side.
"Working out," he stated casually, stealing kisses every few seconds.
"Tell me more," I egged on, twirling a lock of hair.
"Well…" he began, shifting to pull my leg over more. He quickly moved back to his position. "I used to have this friend, and he would always be doing some sort of work out. When I asked him why, he said that it kept his mind off of things." He looked at his finger drawing hearts on my exposed hip, sadness and remembrance swimming in his irises. "I figured if I had physical pain it'd get rid of emotional pain. I had to do a lot," he finished quietly. My heart sank.

"I know how that feels," I whispered in understanding, subconsciously matching my breathing pattern with his. We were quiet for a peaceful moment, glances over each other's faces, rekindling fire. Adam looked at my hair for a while then kissed the corner of my mouth and spoke.
"Why did you dye your hair?" he asked curiously, funning his fingers through the black tips. I copied him with his.
"I wanted something to remind me of you," I told him, remembering the day. He smiled adorably, pressing his lips to mine.
"Now, I love your gorgeous blonde, blonde hair," he complimented, causing my face to heat up, "but I do think this looks great on you."
"I don't know if I'm going to keep up with it though," I mumbled, "Hopefully you'll be back before I'd need it redone so I can just play with yours all the time." I giggled, petting the silky midnight strands. He closed his eyes for a second and nearly purred.

I moved my hand lower into the collar of his shirt, feeling something familiar. I pulled it out and my heart swelled.
"You're wearing it?" I asked with slight disbelief reading my signature on a little guitar pick I got the first time I played a guitar. The old leather was taken from a necklace my dad gave me. So I guess you could say this necklace was my whole life. And to see it being worn by Adam for the first time on his own will almost brought me to tears.
"Of course I am," he said proudly. "How could I not? You gave it to me and it was my motivator this whole time." His eyes sparkled and I felt needed for once.
"A-and they let you wear it?" I hurried out, switching between his eyes.
"Most of the time yes," he laughed, "Ruby and David—two people that I've met— and my therapist have asked me about it, but other than that I don't have any problems." I could tell he didn't see how significant this was to me, which made it even more important in a way because he wanted to do it.
"I told you what it is, right?" I questioned, studying it. He nodded his head.
"Yes," he dragged out so I would get it, putting a piece of hair behind my ear. "I wear it because I don't want to lose it and I love you," he told me. I just could not get enough of him saying that with those oceanic blue eyes and that sincere and smooth voice coming from those big, light pink lips.

I moved so that my ear was right by his mouth.
"Say it again," I whispered, nearly begging. His fingers twitched.
"I"—he kissed my lips—"love"—he kissed the underside of my jaw—"you"—and he pressed his mouth to my neck, going down with butterfly kisses until I tilted my head to the side, sucking in air. Adam repeated himself over and over, each time the sentence completed pushing me deeper into the abyss of emotions. His hands wouldn't stop exploring and his lips were always busy, drowning me without a struggle. "I love you. I love you. I love you."