[color=lightgray][right][sub][b]TIMESTAMP: After [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5391455]Happy Reunion[/url] [/b][/sub][/right] [center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/220911/fcbaf9391466881ebd0765a9e4e54a1b.png[/img] [color=82A989]____________________________________________________________________[/color] [color=a95963]____________________________________________________________________[/color] [img]https://i.imgur.com/F67vEfl.png[/img] [color=a95963]____________________________________________________________________[/color] [color=82A989]____________________________________________________________________[/color] [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/users/brutalbx][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/211015/b5878257bfbd9cdd76a67a003c983966.png[/img][/url] [img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/211015/52f6860b6ef04523593be20b787cf5af.png[/img] [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/users/lovelycomplex][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/211015/450efa6a0ce5a6f0235bac836bcc1708.png[/img][/url][/center] [indent][indent]As if her mood wasn’t already sour, the rain decided now was the perfect time to downpour, soaking her burgundy tank, gray cardigan, and washed out jean shorts. Thank goodness she was wearing sneakers. Sure, her socks were all soggy now but at least she could keep up with this fucking energizer bunny. Kylee thought she had timed the luncheon to beat the rain. She calculated it so she could still seek shelter if needed but she didn’t account for Marco being late, or her losing her shit in front of everyone. Due to a series of unfortunate events, they were now caught in the beginning of what was going to be an extremely bad storm. In the past, something like this would make her laugh. Getting caught in the rain with someone she once considered a best friend. But instead, the rain coming down on her was exemplifying how she felt. Absolutely fucking miserable. She wanted to pull her hand out of Adam’s and just run away, all the while he led her and protected his camera, but his grip tightened and they were now [i]running[/i]. If he wasn’t holding onto her like he was, he could easily leave her in the dust but he made sure that wherever he went, she went. [color=a95963]“Wait, Adam…”[/color] She could see his apartment approaching in the distance and her heart was racing. She could feel the pounding in her ears. It was like her heart could fall out any moment now. Both from the adrenaline of them racing and the anxiety of their future. What was on the other side for Adam and her? She was scared. What would happen after they talked? Would he stop liking her? Was she being too insensitive? Too selfish? She shouldn’t have said what she said. He had no control over the abuse his father put him through and yet all she could think about was herself. All she ever did was think about herself. She got him back and she was already pushing him away. Why? Because she couldn’t get over the fact that they had so much lost time? Because she was mad at herself for accepting he stopped caring instead of finding him? Kylee knew she was just as much at fault in this whole situation and yet time and time again, she threw the blame all on the other person. It was her who gave up. Not him. He came back. He worked his ass off and came back. She gave up on him, on herself, on whatever they had and tried to move on, like she didn’t worry about him everyday and to this day. Even throughout all her relationships, she couldn’t help but wonder if he was happy. If he found people that would ghost hunt and solve mysteries with him. If he was thinking about her… This all came to surface because a girl, a sweet one at that, saw Adam for the past four years and she didn’t. A girl that got to see him kickass, record beautiful things, and try to keep his kite on a line after dealing with constant bull from his dad. A girl who lived so close to him and got to be there for him, when she couldn’t. A girl that wasn’t her. [color=a95963]“Adam, I said wait!”[/color] With as much force as she could muster, she ripped her hand from his and held it with her other one. Holding her hands close to her chest, she steadied her breathing from all the running and tried to get her thoughts straight, [color=a95963]“I can’t do this… I need to go home.”[/color] She stood there, in the drenching rain, looking away. She really wasn’t okay and she couldn’t put him through this. All she’d ever be was a burden and she knew nothing good came from knowing a Grimm. She needed to go home. Adam turned to look at the brunette as she stood in the pouring rain with a look he had seen before. Kylee didn’t want to go any further. In her eyes, that same fear albeit more mature, that she had when she, Adam and Roddy tried to find the bodies in Eden Lake in middle school. It was the same look she had when she refused to adventure into her fathers banned room in the west wing of Grimm Manor. Kylee was scared. Was she scared of him? He would never hurt her, never. [color=82A989]“You’re not running away from this, not this time!”[/color] Adam called out. [color=82A989]“We’re not kids anymore. We’re gonna talk about this and get through it together. If you wanna do it out here that’s fine!”[/color] His words were followed by a flash of lightning above the pair. [color=a95963]“What does this even accomplish?!”[/color] Kylee yelled defeatedly. Releasing her hands, she wiped the endless water on her face with her already soggy cardigan sleeve. [color=a95963]“You can’t just come out of nowhere and act like nothing has changed! [i]Everything[/i] has changed.”[/color] She would probably die of pneumonia before she took another step forward. Shaking her head profusely, she protested in typical Kylee manner, [color=a95963]“No. I’m not going!”[/color] While Kylee knew he wouldn’t physically hurt her, she was emotional and vulnerable. This wouldn’t end well for either of them. He’d hurt her unintentionally but he would hurt her. She really couldn’t lose another person. It all ended the same. With her being alone in the end. [color=82A989]“I know everything has changed,”[/color] Adam responded. [color=82A989]“You really think I don’t know that?”[/color] He placed his hands on his waist as the water rained heavier and heavier onto his shoulders. [color=82A989]“Kylee, I was so terrified to come home, for so many reasons. Most of all, I was scared of seeing you and not knowing how best to go about it. Why? Because all that got me through that fucking torture was seeing you.”[/color] Dropping his skateboard onto the floor, Adam reached into the back pocket of his jeans and pulled out his wallet. He tossed it to Ky. [color=82A989]“Open it up.”[/color] It was true. In all the time he had spent locked away in the Monarchy of Pinehurst, Massachusetts, Adam had one guiding light. In his wallet, there was a photo of Kylee. He had taken it a week before he was kidnapped. Whenever the beatings got too much, whenever the bullying became unbearable, he would look into her big brown eyes and weep. He just wanted to be home with her and now he was. Kylee stumbled to catch his wallet and when she did, she subconsciously inched forward, closer to him. She was confused why he just gave it to her. With a deep stare, she looked at him, puzzled, before doing what he told her to do. She opened his wallet. When she saw exactly what he wanted her to see, a picture of her, doe eyed and a wide smile, her heart sank. If she didn’t think she could get any lower, this would do the trick. She was trapped in a prison cell of despair, frustration, and guilt. This only made her realize how much she meant to him and in return, she tried to forget him. She tried to pretend he was dead so she could handle the pain better. How great of a friend she was. [color=a95963]“W-what do you want from me?”[/color] Kylee’s eyes watered and her tears started to blend in with the rain. She didn’t want to be sad, she didn’t want him to see her sad. Trying her best to turn her grief into anger, she marched to him (putting her stubbornness aside of not getting close to him, to be a brat) and shoved his wallet back at him, [color=a95963]“This can’t make all the hurt go away! And… and..”[/color] This was so hard. She really did hate him. He wasn’t supposed to come back. He wasn’t supposed to be okay. He wasn’t supposed to still care. He wasn’t supposed to look at her like that, like she meant the world to him and more. [color=a95963] [i]I can’t lose you again.[/i][/color] She couldn’t say what she really wanted to say out loud. Her teeth were jittery from nervousness. The rain and her tears were blurring her vision. And she was cold and wet. Very cold. Very wet. So instead, she glanced up at him, letting her eyes express all the things she couldn’t say. She was stuck. While Adam had a picture to motivate him, all she ever had was herself. Maybe that’s why it was so easy to befriend Clay. They were two lonely souls and he understood what it felt like to have an estranged, elite family. Lonely souls always have a way of finding each other in the end it seems. [color=a95963]“… and this isn’t going to turn back time!”[/color] She protested. Nothing but word vomit at this point. Kylee was a stubborn girl now, and then. Some things never change. Adam clenched his fists. He had to center himself. Remember Sensei’s teachings. He closed his eyes and breathed in the rain. He absorbed the thunder and lightning vibrations into his body and heart. Taking in the storm outside to temper the one within. [color=82A989]“I’m not looking to turn back time, Kylee. I just want to push forward into the future. One where you are in my life.”[/color] August 29th 2019. Adam remembered that day in infamy. Two days prior, he was competing in an exhibition match with Tommy Hartmann. It was simply meant to show new students of the Dojo what they could learn. Unfortunately, Tommy had a nasty habit of not knowing when to quit and Adam on that particular day had too much frustration poisoning his veins. He shattered Tommy’s knee into pieces. This was in front of children. Children! After the fight, Adam’s father locked him in the basement and left him there, no food, water or contact opportunities. This had always been the norm of their relationship. Then the door opened on that second day and the senior Callahan deafened the stairs, his face awash with pale. He talked of the massacre at Edenridge High that had been perpetuated that morning and that list of victims. Adam’s heart sank when Roddy and Marco’s names appeared on that list but was elated to hear they weren’t dead. Kylee’s name was also missing from that page and all he could do was thank a God he didn’t believe in for protecting her. [color=82A989]“I can’t pretend to know what you’ve gone through. I can’t pretend to understand. What I can say is that every day I could, I recorded you a video. Just a diary really, I wanted to send you them. To show you that there was never a day that I didn’t think about you. Every single tape is up there right now waiting for you,”[/color] He gestured to the nearby apartment. [color=82A989]“I never stopped.”[/color] Woof. He was taking the air she breathed right from her lungs. Kylee couldn’t believe he recorded a video of himself, every day, for her and to her. Adam wasn’t one to be on the camera. He preferred staying behind the scenes. [color=a95963]“I really don’t deserve this,”[/color] Kylee, downcast and heartbroken, glanced at the ground, fixing her gaze on his board. When he left Edenridge, she forced herself to get involved in the animal kingdom that was highschool. Or the Thunderdome. Depends on perspective. Regardless, highschool was ruthless. She went to the party that Allison died at. She dated and slept around. David O’Hara drowned in the lake from drinking too much, in hopes his sadness would go away. She started fires (not literally like the one during junior prom) and spread drama when people slighted or upset her, or when the truth was too good to keep to herself. And she watched people die and bleed out, wishing it was her instead. There was so much that happened from when they were kids to now. Amongst all that assimilation, all that tragedy, her embracing the toxic environment that was her teenage dirtbag years, she had Roddy and it was him and her versus the world. He was Francis’ little brother, she was Hailey’s little sister. He was bullied for his stature, she was bullied for being a bitch that barks too much. In time, they both found their stride. Kylee and Pierce mutually ended things, seeing how Pierce was a closet gay like Francis, and Kylee got close to Mei, while Roddy found Lanie. There were nights when she was alone, with no one to talk to or call, when all she wanted to do was look at the stars. Especially when Roddy wasn’t available, like when he was in physical therapy with Marco. She could even go back to when her dad grounded her throughout freshman year, because parties and boys were taking her focus away from her grades. All she wanted to do was look up at the stars and wonder if Adam was looking at the sky too. If he was thinking about her or someone else. If he found someone that helped him through his troubles. If he found someone that cared for him just as much as she cared for him. [color=a95963]“No matter what I do, someone gets hurt! You never stopped? Well guess what Adam? I did. I had to!”[/color] Kylee was backing away again, shaking her head, her body trembling, [color=a95963]“This might be easy for you, to come back into my life after I tried so hard to fucking forget you, but it isn’t for me, okay?”[/color] Balling her hands into fists, she cried, [color=a95963]“And I can’t be all happy when I’m scared you’re going to get shot right in front of me by some psycho that lives next door or for all I know, my dad himself. He doesn’t even have to chain me because his voice is in my head! I just, I can’t, Adam.”[/color] If she accepted his invite, this could be the biggest mistake she ever made. His father would come for her, her father would come for him. There was no way they could pretend everything was okay. Eventually his dad would find him, all the while her dad did what he could to protect his Precious. She wasn’t meant for a happily ever after and she’d be a fool if she thought she could ever have one, and have Adam too. Kylee stood there before him, shivering or shaking, he couldn’t really tell whether it was her emotions, the rain or both. He looked at her drowned visage and still even then, at her most vulnerable, she was filling his heart. For those who walk in storm, the affairs of the heart are laid bare. [color=82A989]“You think this is easy for me? I’m not some kind of fucking machine. I’m a man. A man with a heart that has always belonged with you. You want me to stand here and list off the reasons why I couldn’t come back? I can do that. You want me to count all the fucking reasons why even as we stand here like absolute idiots in a catagory whatever-the-fuck monsoon arguing that I’m still fucking in love with you then I’ll do that too!”[/color] Shit. Fuck. Did he really just say that? Did he really drop the bomb on her? Oh Callahan you idiot. Should’ve stuck to being a robot like Roddy. Gets you in trouble less. Fuck it. He said it. Can’t turn back time. Might as well go all in. [color=82A989]“Yeah,”[/color] Adam took a step closer to the Grimm girl, his heart beating with the force of a bullet train. [color=82A989]“I said it. Wanna fight about it?”[/color] He stepped toward her again, in the same motion cupping her face with both of his hands and bringing her lips to his in a kiss that he had desired for nearly ten years. Just like when riding a dangerous line, one had to commit. Her eyes widened when their lips met, locked in passion, warmth, and tenderness. Now, quite literally, he stole her breath away. Their faces dripped and through the chill, she found comfort and a mutual need. Around them, they were surrounded by rain, but on the inside she felt sunshine, hope, and excitement. Resting her hands on his chest, she closed her eyes and leaned into the kiss. Being in his embrace, together in the rush of rain, washed away all her insecurities, all her doubts, and all her pain. It seemed like the world around them ceased to exist and all that was there was him and her. How strange it all felt. To kiss someone you loved in the rain. When he pulled away, she was bewildered, but calm. Before he opened his mouth, she shook her head, signaling him to not say anything. To not ruin the moment. Instead, she grabbed his hand and kicked his board up, catching it in the air. They really should get going. Her nipples were seeping through her bra and tank. And she wanted a steamy shower and hot cocoa. [color=a95963]“Okay. You win.”[/color] [color=82A989]“I always do. Wait until you see my trophies.”[/color] Adam really didn’t know what to make of what just happened. In the span of seconds, he had admitted love, kissed her and watched her kick his board into her hand effortlessly, which might’ve been the hottest thing he had ever seen. She was soaked and still looked absolutely radiant. He was trying to do the gentlemanly thing and not look at her chest which was very visible. Holding on to her hand, Adam paused for a moment, to soak in the moment. Without a word, he led his Ky through the storm towards the apartment complex. They already went this far and where she was at emotionally, she knew that fighting her urges were a waste of time (and a lost battle). Going from Mei to Natalia kind of made Kylee a borderline nympho. When she felt it, she needed it. She needed it badly. Something Wes couldn’t keep up with, she had learned within the first week of them dating. Morally right or not. Kylee was no angel. Mei was quick to make her realize that. Her gateway drug. Natalia, on the other hand, tempted her to do bad things, constantly. A hit she didn’t want to quit. That is until her ptsd got too bad, and not even Natalia could help her with that. Then again, she never did tell her ex about her trauma. Or even about her controlling father. Natalia had enough grief from being at the shooting that day too, but also Kylee was observant and knew Natalia still had lingering feelings for Niles Sinclair. [color=a95963]“There’s only one trophy I want to see,”[/color] she teasingly admitted, burying the thoughts of her boyfriend and her exes in the back of her mind. She was young and she was horny, and there weren’t opportunities like this when your first love confesses to you in the rain. She’ll deal with the consequences later. Worry about her problems tomorrow. To add incentive, she went out of her way to look down at his package and smirk up at him. Yeah, this was one hell of a day. She didn’t know what was going on anymore but right now, she was happy and ready to be greedy for some Adam cake. [color=a95963]“I love you too, by the way. Stupidly so.”[/color] Hearing the words turned Adam’s blood to piping hot magma. What the actual fuck was happening right now? It was intense and crazy and mad but it felt right. As he guided Kylee into the apartment block and towards his ground floor home, he couldn’t help but feel like his life in that present moment was reflective of the chaos raging outside. He was on the run. Working in a coffee shop to make ends meet so that he could run away again. He literally crashed into the girl he had longed for and now he was leading her to her apartment after interviewing their childhood friends about some suspicious times going on in town. What in the blue hell was Adam Callahan’s life right now? He unlocked the door to his apartment and allowed Kylee to go in first before he closed the door behind them. [color=82A989]“Everything you were expecting?”[/color] Earlier that day, Adam had run into his apartment to drop off her bag of books and then they were off to the park. This being the first time she walked into his humble abode, she could finally look around and see the boy she adored through the things he owned. His apartment was exactly how she expected. With old skate decks for the skater boy, film reels and movie posters for the film nerd, and a large wall and case completely dedicated to trophies and medals for the killer martial artist. But none of that mattered right now as much as she loved to see it. Putting his board down in the entry room and slipping off her shoes and wet socks, she chuckled, [color=a95963]“Some things never change.”[/color] She was quick to leave his side, taking off her cardigan and tank top, revealing her black bra, [color=a95963]“Do you have a washer here? Oh and where’s your bathroom?”[/color] She turned on her heel, holding her wet clothes, practically topless. It was just her in a bra and short shorts. [color=a95963]“I could really use a shower,”[/color] she sensually invited. Adam was almost speechless at the sight before him. At this point, based on tone of voice he had two options: tell her where the shower is and then go sit on the couch like the good boy he was or he could show her where the shower was and do everything that he had dreamed about in all the years he was away. Oh the humanity and hard decisions. [color=82A989]“Washer is in the kitchen,”[/color] He motioned behind a corner wall behind the brunette as he placed his beloved camera down on a nearby table. He had to pause for a second. It was taking a minute for his brain to compute everything that was happening. Adam was no genius. He was just a dude with a camera and a skateboard. He peeled off his wet t-shirt to reveal a body that legitimately could’ve been sculpted out of stone. His abs were sharp and his arms toned and muscled. He was lean but obviously had quite a strong workout routine. [color=82A989]“The shower is in that room to your left. It’s a bit tricky to turn on.”[/color] He dropped his wet tee on the door and moved closer to Ky. [color=82A989]“I better come help.”[/color] Guess they were dealing with their clothes later. After placing her phone on the coffee table, near her backpack, and her cardigan and tank on a nearby wooden bar stool, Kylee found herself glancing at his body occasionally. Not realizing how much he [i]grew[/i], the Mayor’s daughter was quick and eager to return to him. She turned around and innocently asked, brushing her wet hair over her shoulder, [color=a95963]“Before you do that, can you help me with my bra?”[/color] Kylee was a woman on a mission. By the time they hit that bathroom, both of them would be naked. Well this was just insane but as he thought earlier, commit to the line right? Adam edged closer to her, his breath bouncing off of her neck as he began to unclasp her bra strap. Once it hung loose away from her back and dropped to the floor, he took his hands and ran them down Kylee’s shoulders and arms. Her skin was as soft as Adam had always dreamed. The thought and memory of the woman before him had really gotten him through the darkest of times and now she was here with him. Maybe they needed to walk in storms more often. He pressed a soft kiss to her neck, inhaling her scent in an act that caused his body to be struck by lightning. His kiss gave her goosebumps. It was crazy how she went from jealousy to desperateness in the course of what? Thirty minutes? She didn’t wake up expecting to come across the first man she ever felt sparks with but here she was. About to give him everything. All of her. Body, heart, and soul. Turning around, Kylee trailed her nails up his built chest, admiring his chiseled physique before putting her pointer finger under his chin and beckoning him to her lips. She wanted to taste him. He looked so good. His wet shoulders, his abs, and his face glistened under the lights of his apartment, only making him that more desirable. She wanted him. All of him. And she wanted to show him what he’s been missing. This wasn’t the virgin Kylee he knew before he moved to Pinehurst. No, this Kylee knew what she wanted and knew exactly how to show it. Glancing up at him with her sex kitten eyes, she bit her bottom lip, the storm outside only causing the tension between the two to rise. Adam placed his hand beneath Kylee’s dark hair as she grabbed onto him with fierce strength. As their lips came together, a flash of lightning signified the chaos that enveloped their union. He pushed her forward against the wall of his apartment, dominating her with his superior size. He didn’t know what the cutie held. At this point he didn’t really care. Adam Callahan was kissing Kylee Grimm. He had loved her from the moment Roddy introduced them, through their ghost hunting days and his captivity in Pinehurst. He loved her still, to this day, Adam still loved Kylee. As they ravished each other feverishly and the two became lost in each other, not too far from them, on the nearby coffee table, Kylee’s phone lit up with the Caller ID: [color=666666][b]Daddy.[/b][/color] They didn’t make it to the bathroom. [/indent][/indent][/color]