Months and weeks have passed by and nothing out of the ordinary happened. Maybe I did become more conscious in his presence, but he never noticed it. No, I haven't made a move and he hasn't made a move. More importantly, I want to know if he even remotely likes me that way.

"Guess what!" Julia exclaimed, her iPad clutched in her hand when she squealed from her bed in excitement. I looked up from the paper that I was trying to finish for my class and only quirked a brow because I had no time to dillydally.

She grinned, flipping the device around to show me a poster of Heart Valentine, her perfect face smiling upon me with a bunch of dates and location at the bottom, "She just announced the dates for the European leg of her tour and she's stopping by the nearby city."

As if this was a sitcom, the pencil I was holding dropped at the same time my jaw did. Julia was completely oblivious to my less than enthusiastic reaction as she went on about all three of us should go buy tickets and such. It was only a three-hour drive so she then started to gush about what a ride it would be and all that.

Heart coming here equals Adam seeing her again in person. While I do not delusion myself by saying that they don't talk often, they do, but it's always different when you're face to face with the girl you used to love so much.

There goes my miniscule chance.

And to add to that, I have no idea where he was in the whole 'moving on' spectrum.

"Tickets go on sale soon, what do you say?" she asked, her eyes shining with hope as well as pleading me to say yes. I still don't see why they have to sell it so early when I read that the concert wasn't until next year.

Naturally, I agreed but in the end, I didn't have to because when I met with Adam, he announced with the same amount of glee during one of our breakfast dates, "Soph got us both VIP tickets plus backstage passes."

Watch the guy I like fall for his best friend all over again? No thank you.

"I promised Julia that I will go with her and Meg," it was the truth but I was using it more as an excuse.

"Then I'll ask her if we could let them come with us," he attempted again, raising his white coffee mug, "Please, I really want you to meet each other."

Nah. The last time she and I were even remotely involved, a huge fight ensued. Three's a crowd, Adam Nicholas. You, of all people, should know that.

"I'll think about it," I said, pushing my food around the plate with my fork.

Don't let the green-eyed monster go loose again because although it had been proven effective in the past, I highly doubt I want to use that tactic again. We finished breakfast, paid the bill, and we headed separate ways with me going to my next class.

As you could guess, I could barely concentrate and if that wasn't enough, the girl in front of me was watching some movie on her laptop instead of listening to our professor. I do admit the lecture was rather boring so I couldn't really blame her.

Craning my neck so I could see a better view of what she was watching, I almost chucked my textbook towards the laptop when I saw Heart on the screen. Once again, she was a vision of beauty and grace while placed in a movie depicting the Victorian Era. Her mouth pressed stiffly, almost arrogantly as she danced with a male partner, her hands doing intricate movements. What got you were her eyes, the intensity in her stare at the camera got left you breathless.

Didn't somebody mention that she had a movie coming up? One wherein she starred with Axel Brooks?

Now if that's what she can portray to a person she didn't love, I can only imagine her expression when she was acting with her boyfriend.

What more, I wonder what she looks like up close.

My self-esteem is going to get a good beating when I do see her in person. Look at those blue eyes and blonde hair, it screams vibrancy, which is a contrast to my dull brown eyes and brunette hair. Aside from that, she knows how to play with a person's heartstrings, that's a talent and skill that she's rumored to possess.

An hour and a half of sleep-inducing speeches from our professor, she finally dismissed us and I was actually about to doze off ever since I saw the credits roll from the girl's screen about fifteen minutes ago.

"I saw you watching," she turned in her seat, "Could have told me earlier so that I could scoot a little bit, you like the movie too?"

"Oh no, I was just intrigued by the actress," I said and her eyebrows shot up when I spoke and I already mentally rolled my eyes to what I knew she was thinking – lookie, we have an American in the class.

"I think Heart Valentine is super overrated, but I do like the plot," she snorted, closing her laptop and slipping it into her bag, "Plus she's a total corporate scam. I have a betting pool to see how long she and Axel Brooks lasts, I'm saying three months after their movie premieres."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing; I know that not everybody will like a celebrity but because of Adam, that girl that was just somebody I watched in movies or hear sing on the radio was humanized in my eyes. I talked to her, I heard her speak when her walls were down, there was sincerity and realness in her that some people forget when talking about stars.

And I also found out how rude the thought that she and Axel's relationship was just a publicity stunt. Just from the stories Adam told, they had their own struggles in order to become a couple and how they're completely head over heels for each other now. We may never know what happens behind the camera but one thing's for sure is that they're a hundred percent real.

It was not even an opinion, it was a fact.

"I'm pretty sure she's just as plastic as any other celebrity out there, she's obviously faking it," she ranted on while we exited the classroom, "She actually disgusting and her face is full of surgery, nobody that attractive can be natural."

She was natural because I saw the pictures she and Adam had when they were younger. She looked exactly the same except for the majority of her features have matured. If I was already down from listening to somebody talking her down, how much more does Adam deal with?

He was her best friend and although I know he's dying to protect her integrity and defend her always, he has boundaries and he can't just reveal to the world that he's Hollywood's Princess' best friend.

"I think she's beautiful," I stated firmly, stopping in the middle of the hallway, "However, your cynicism is not."

With a tightlipped smile, I headed out towards the main door of the building. When I did get a slap of fresh air, I didn't know whether I should applaud myself or give my own cheek a good smack. Honestly, which side was I on?

Just a few steps away and I knew which one. It was the side where I could see Adam smiling with genuine happiness and if it's Heart that could give him that then I'm onboard. I grabbed my phone and pressed his number, hoping that he wasn't in class.

Sometimes, I truly think that I'm an idiot when it comes to romance and relationships. So much for having a job that relies heavily on narrating what it was like to be in love.

Thankfully, he was able to pick up and the moment he said his greeting, I spoke, "It would be an honor to meet your best friend."

The day fell faster because I think with every hour and every second, I was pulling myself deeper and deeper into a hole I had no idea how far it would go. Might as well reach the end of this ditch.

That evening when I came back to the dorm, I immediately said to Julia, "How much do you want VIP tickets to Heart Valentine?"

I can't even remember if I had gotten any sleep last night because she was so jumpy and hyper. Adam said that he can promise the tickets but he doesn't know if he can pull the strings on the backstage passes.

And if that wasn't enough, the stress of my lessons was weighing me down heavily. I barely got the time to catch any rest, even the usual Monday breakfast with Adam turned into revising sessions. Both Julia and I had all the lights in our room open throughout the night because we were both studying until our heads started throbbing or when we felt our eyes burning.

We applied for different programs so it wasn't like we can quiz each other, but Meg does thankfully pop in at some days and that's when we try to study together. My book has taken a backseat, even Uncle Levi looked worse for wear during lectures and I know the reason to that was because he's been trying to juggle his newest novel along with his teaching job.

When my mother called to once again chastise me about not contacting her often enough, it took every will power in me not to scream. I was exhausted beyond belief and her scolding wasn't helping the least bit.

I slowly watched the transition of the environment around us – how nature was preparing itself for winter. Compared to when I first came here when summer was just on its way out, the temperature was dropping at a fast rate.

I'm from New York, cold weathers were not a foreign thing but still comparing it to what I grew up with, it was relatively colder here. I was thanking Julia for recommending me to buy the thicker coats during our last shopping trip.

"You do know that when I asked you to visit, I meant it as a way for the both of us to take break," Adam mentioned while he sat across from me on his floor. I glanced up from my textbook and sent him a silent apology, using a piece of scratch paper to remind me where I stopped as I capped back my highlighter.

Pulling my hair out of the bun I placed it, I ran my fingers through it while I shook it out a little bit for it to regain its shape. Since I had it in such a hairstyle for almost the whole day, I noticed that it curled up softly. I laughed when I saw my reflection of my phone and when I looked back up at Adam, I caught him staring.

I bit my lip nervously and perhaps it was both the greatest and worst idea because his gaze went from my overall face into a zoom towards my mouth.

With every moment like this, my heart was yearning more and more. I was literally hoping and praying by this point.

And of course, the moment was ruined by my phone blasting loudly in between us, causing him to snap out of his trance and for me to jolt up so quickly that my knee banged on the coffee table, "Shit!"

If that wasn't bad enough, the vibrations caused the mug to tip over, letting the coffee spill out. I scrambled around to get all of my things off of the table while Adam hurriedly stood up to get a dish towel to wipe it all off, "Answer the call, I'll take care of this."

It was my best friend asking for a video chat and a pang of jealousy hit me – they were all on their Thanksgiving break right now while I was stuck here sticking my nose into books so that I could memorize words I can barely understand.

Tapping to accept it, her face popped up and judging from her flushed skin and barely there gaze, I could conclude one thing – she was drunk, "Hey Sienna!"

Fortunately, Adam got up and went back to the kitchen so it spared me from the embarrassment of letting him hear my friends' slurred states. She spun the camera around, showing the various other people in the room she was with. I did remember that somebody from our high school friend group was hosting a small gathering.

"Is that Sienna the banana?" I heard a male voice yell from the background and my annoyance dwindled down into amusement at the sound of my old nickname. His face came into view and I waved almost sarcastically, "It is her! Justin, it's Sienna."

I could only roll my eyes; back then, they always teased me and Justin, even more than the girls and that was saying something. Somebody said to pass the phone and they sloppily did so, going as far as dropping the device. I heard a yelp, watching as the image on my screen tumbled around before it stopped and the harsh glare of the ceiling light was all I could see. Finally, it went into the safe hands of Justin who, I could say, looked trashed as well, "Look at how pretty my Sienna looks, did you do something with your hair?"

When we were dating, I would get mad at him whenever he drank alcohol because no matter how much he tried to deny it, he was a lightweight. And I tried my best to hide it but I found his actions and speech when he was under influence cute.

Even now.

"She's our Sienna too!" someone piped in and I grinned. My friends were adorable, I'll give them that; they make me feel as if I never left.

"What are you guys even doing over there?" I laughed, leaning back against the couch, "You're all shattered."

"No we're not!" he said louder than what was appropriate, "We miss you, I haven't talked to you in ages!"

I haven't talked to anyone in ages, not just him. Compared to his other friends though, our last conversation wasn't that long ago, "Have you already forgotten our chat?"

"Oh yeah!" he exclaimed, his eyes widening at the memory, "I asked you if you wanted to get back together and you rejected me."

I heard a loud crash coming from the kitchen and a cuss coming from Adam's mouth. I was ready to stand and investigate but he waved it off, saying it was just an accident.

Several coos were traded among the group and although his words should have been a stab, the way he was smiling goofily said that he had no ill will, "Come on Justin, grab a pillow and go to sleep. I'm no longer there to take care of you."

"I want you to be here," he pouted, "But the others are ready to take care of me."

I was quite afraid there wasn't a single sober body over there so I was crossing my fingers somebody had the sense to lock the front door so none of them could leave in their state, "I'm praying that you all make it alive."

"Where are you by the way?" he squinted his eyes, pulling the phone closer to his face as if it would decipher my whereabouts. All it resulted in was giving me a very large close-up of his nose.

"I'm at my friend's apartment," I informed and that was when one of the girls shoved him away. He was still the one holding the device though so I could still see the top of his head from the corner of the screen.

"Is it that hot British boy you were talking about?" she questioned and I gasped, placing a finger on my lips to hush her, stealing a glance towards Adam's way and relief coursed through me when I saw he was busy pouring coffee into a new mug.

"You never mentioned anything about that! Let's go out together when you get back and have a friendly catch up," Justin yelled happily. He really hasn't changed and now I'm thanking myself for having the courage to talk to him a few months ago. If not, we would still be awkward even if he was drunk.

Now we could say that we were amicable exes.

But before I could answer him with a teasing remark, a hand grabbed my phone and turned off the call. I gasped when I looked up, Adam handed me back the phone and placed down a fresh mug of coffee on the table in front of me. He was not pleased, it was written all over his face, but I was quite annoyed as well, "That was really uncalled for."

He didn't speak, only lowering himself back down onto his original spot on the floor. I shook my head and unlocked my phone again, making a move to call them back, "I rarely get to talk to them and now you canceled it, I don't know why but that was quite rude."

It was a little strange to give him a telling off, especially since we were both immature in our own ways. However, before I managed to tap on my friend's name and send another call, he finally said something, "But I didn't like that you were talking with him like that. Especially since we haven't properly seen each other in weeks."

My finger paused midway, just centimeters from the screen. The underlying bitterness in his tone was enough for my stomach to do a dramatic flip flop and my heart rate started to speed up. I didn't know what he was thinking but if he was not feeling that same way I was, then I wanted him to stop because right now, he was making me hope more than ever.

I placed my phone on the table, gently placing my hands on my lap as I cleared my throat, "Okay."

"Okay," he mimicked, softer and gentler.

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Jealous Adam is my favorite Adam, just saying.

To be honest, this wasm't an amazing day for me and I've been on a constant balance between angry and iust bawling my eyes out but hey, I'm in med school so that's pretty normal.

{Old A/N: I freaking hate my internship right now and I want to rant and all but that's a bit too much because of the miniscule chance that people from the company might see this. But really, I want nothing more for this to end because it's damn frustrating and I sincerely think that none of this is worth it ugh.}

But I hope this chapter gave a bit of sunshine to your week and please leave a vote, comment, and follow to deliver some sunshine into mine because it was bleak af. Love you guys and I shall see you all next chapter.