Mandy's POV
I went to my bedroom, my hair wet because I've just taken a shower. Adam was at the couch, watching in my small and crappy television... on my small and crappy couch... at my small and crappy apartment. Yep.
"Are you ready, Addy?" I called out and put on my black bra and lower underwear.
"Hey, I've been ready ten years ago. I should be asking you that question." Adam answered.
"Well, I'm not ready yet." I shook my wet hair with a towel to dry it off. "I'm afraid you'll have to wait ten more years for me to finish." I joked.
"I was expecting that." Adam entered my room and jumped on my bed. Actually, I'm still in my underwear. But I didn't bother to care, even if I was fully naked. I mean, Adam's not a psychopath pervert... At least not much on the psychopath part.
"You look so hot." Adam commented and leaned on his elbows, fully observing me.
"Shut up, you perv." I joked and rolled my eyes. Then I opened my closet, searching for something to wear. It was already Peter's funeral and we were on the way to the airport to France. Man, as cheerful as I look. I'm still bummed about his death...
"What are you gonna wear?" Adam tilted his head to look at me.
"I don't know." I sighed. Ugh. Clothes. I have tons of them... but only 1% of it is wearable for the funeral.
"Your underwear's black. That's cool." Adam teased, trying to prove his point.
"Yeah. Ha-ha." I rolled my eyes.
Adam stood up and searched the closet with me.
"Oh, what about this one?" Adam gave me a black dress. It was actually a cocktail dress. But hey, it's black, isn't it?
"Yes. Thanks." I gave a wide smile and put it on.
I looked at the mirror and fixed up my brown hair, prompting it up to give it more volume.
I exhaled and faced Adam, who was lying on the bed. "How do I look?" I raised my arms, like in welcome.
"As cute as a cupcake." Adam spoke in a cute British accent.
"Thank you." I beamed with confidence.
"C'mon." he quickly stood up and handed me my small handbag which contained my phone (for twitter purposes), powder, lipstick and my money.
"Okay." I smiled and we walked out of the room. I locked the door, then we continued on out the apartment, practically sprinting.
I looked at my watch. Dang it. 8:30. The flight's at 9:05.
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Fanfiction"Then it's not your fault." he laughed. "Yeah, you ARE stupid. You're stupid cause you're taking the blame for what is clearly not your fault, I'll tell you that." he said matter of factly. "That's mean, Adam." I pouted. "Is it? You said it first."...
