Prologue: Room mates

“Addy?” I asked, searching for her in the furniture store.

We had been looking for a sofa for almost three hours, with no luck. I wanted to stop for lunch, but Addy insisted on trying just one more store. I was begining to wonder if I’d made the right decision to move in with Adeline. She was my best friend in the world, and some times it was easy to forget that she was a girl. However, on a three hour shopping trip, it quickly came crashing back to me that she was, in fact, a girl.

I saw Adeline spin around on the other side of the show room floor. She frowned and walked toward me, the peppy chocolate colored curls bouncing playfully from her pony-tail as she walked toward me.

“How about this one?” I asked. I motioned to the sofa in front of me. “It’s a neutral color, like you wanted. It has that long… sit downy reclin-y thing….”  I scrambled for the proper, technical terms.

Adeline smiled. “It’s called a chaise lounge, Zac. God.” She smirked, playfully rolling her eyes. “It’s brown… although I think I can live with that. I mean, the dark color would hide all of the crap you’re probably going to spill on it…” She plopped down on the chaise lounge and put her feet up.

Adeline looked particularly pretty today. Her hair was pulled up into a sleek pony-tail, with her hair cascading around her shoulders in soft curls. She wasn’t wearing any make up, aside from the soft pink gloss she had coated her lips with in the car on the way over. It smelled sweetly, like watermelon. She was wearing a crisp black pea coat and a light green scarf that made her green eyes sparkle. She was wearing a pair of fitted jeans, which were tucked into a pair of leather boots which stretched all the way up to her knees. She’d left her matching green mittens in my car.

Adeline pursed her lips. “It’s a nice sofa.”

“But?” I prompted, plopping down next to her.

She sighed softly. “I kind of wish you would wait, Zac. I’m very grateful that you let me live with you…”

I frowned. “I’m not letting you live with me. We’re going to be roommates, remember? Everything is fifty-fifty.”

“If everything is fifty-fifty, then why are we rushing into buying furniture? Why can’t we wait until I get some more money saved up so I can pay my half of the furniture?” She asked.

“You can always pay me back.” I shrugged.

Adeline rolled her eyes. “Yeah, right. Like you would ever take money from me.”

“Hey, we’re friends, Addy. Friends help each other out.”

Adeline pursed her lips. “So far it’s been a little one sided. You got me a job as your tour manager, and assistant…” She began ticking items off on her fingers.

I shrugged. “We have to pay someone to tell Taylor he looks pretty.”

Adeline cracked a huge smile at that comment, then continued. “You offered to get an apartment with me when my room-mate fot knocked up and decided to shack up with her dead beat, douche nozzle boyfriend.”

“To be fair, I was looking for an excuse to get out of my parent’s house too. I mean, my mother was driving me insane. I couldn’t leave the house without seventeen extra pairs of underwear.”

Adeline laughed softly. She laid her head on my shoulder, looping her arm through mine. She was so comfortable at my side, it made my heart beat faster. A large part of me wanted to hold her and kiss her and never let me go. But I was nothing more than a friend to Adeline.

We had been friends since we were toddlers. Our mothers had gone to high school together. Adeline had grown up just down the street from me. It wasn’t until after I toured the world with my brothers and our band before I realized how undeniably beautiful she had suddenly become to me. Every single day I made up my mind to confess my true feelings for her, but every single day I wimped out. I couldn’t distroy our friendship. And above all, I couldn’t bear the thought of loosing her. If we had to stay friends forever in order for me to keep her in my life, I could live with it.

“Alright.” She mused. “But since you’re paying for the furniture, you really should pick it out yourself.” She pointed out.

“No way. Part of your job as tour manager and assistant is to be my interior decorator.” I pressed.

Adeline frowned. “Oh really? I don’t remember that in the job discription.” She teased. “In that case, I’m going to need a raise.”

I laughed. “Sure, thing Addy.”

Adeline reached toward the price tag on the sofa and gasped softly. “Zac!” She whispered. “It’s thirty-nine hundred dollars!”

I drew in a deep breath. “It’s not that bad.”

“Zac, are you kidding? We can find something just as nice for half this price.” She insisted.

I drew in a deep breath. “Addy, do you like this sofa?”

“Well, yes, it’s lovely.” She replied, “But-”

“If we buy this sofa that means we don’t have to do any more furniture shopping for today, right?”

“That’s kind of the point, yes.” She conceeded.

“Great. Wrap it up and let’s get the hell out of here!” I stood up from the sofa, and helped Adeline to her feet.

She laughed sweetly, shaking her head. “Alright, Zac. You win. Let’s go.”