ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 scotty doesn't know that fionna & me do it in my van every sunday .ᐟ

adam almost felt bad for your boyfriend. almost. it wasn't like he treated you all that great, anyway. why you hadn't dumped the poor bastard was a mystery to adam, but he didn't mind. he already knew you favored him. you told him it often, plus the fact you often snuck out and made excuses to your boyfriend, just to come and see adam instead made things abundantly clear.

there had always been... tension between you two. unmistakable, charged energy that neither of you ever really tried to ignore. fleeting glances, flirtatious remarks, perhaps a squeeze or two here and there— until that one night. you two in the back of adam's car, the music loud and the windows foggy. everything had changed then.

just like always, here you two were, your apartment with your boyfriend on the phone. the excuse you had given him had been convincing enough; shopping, or something. you wouldn't be free until later that night, sure enough, the idiot believed you. he didn't miss the "love you" on the opposite end of the phone, which was only met with your brief hum and your thumb pressing the end call button.

adam grinned, an unlit cigarette hanging loosely from his lips whilst his hands moved to your waist. "got the whole place to ourselves for a few hours, huh?" he'd tilt his head to the side, brows wiggling in that utterly ridiculous yet charming manner, "shame i can't keep you the whole night, babe."