#mayo writes

And despite the changes, it was still so painfully and lovingly your Adam. Back from the sky with the hopes of bringing you back with him.

You turned to look around the apartment that you two had shared. It had been a huge stressor on you to maintain the rent, but you had waited, hoping, praying he’d come back. You’d left all of his things exactly where he’d left them: a blanket strewn over the couch, a drawing he’d left on the fridge as a joke, everything. Of course you wanted to live where he lived, you had just gotten so used to that place being here. You turned back to him slowly. He was looking at you apprehensively, clearly anxious that you’d say no.

“You mean permanently?” You asked.

Adam started fidgeting with his fingers, glancing down at his hands and then back at you, “Whatever you’d want- you could just come and visit or you could stay a while or whatever you’d like I just…” Adam looked back down at his hands, “I just want you to be there with me.”

You smiled at his earnestness. You couldn’t lie and say that you didn’t want to go with, but to leave so suddenly…

“What would you like, Adam?” You tilted your head as you tried to meet his eye.

“We could be…” his eyes found yours through his eyelashes, head still low, “space roommates?”

—-

It was move in day for your new apartment and you were feeling apprehensive. Moving was always a lot of work and now you were moving into the unknown.

You didn’t even know this guy who you were rooming with. Your friend just knew him from work and knew that he was looking for a place to live, and you were just desperate enough to say yes.

“His name is Adam Glenn” she had told you, “and he works in HR.”

You were so nervous that this guy was going to be some stuck up loser. Be real- human resources? That was one of the least fun sounding jobs you had heard of. But if he worked a boring grown-up sounding job… at least maybe he’d be tidy. Maybe he’d just stay late at work every night and you’d never have to talk to him. Maybe he’d be able to be civil with you as he is with all of the irritated people at his desk every day.

You were struggling to get a box out of your car, wondering what you possibly could have owned that would make it so heavy. You had managed to shift it out of your car but it served too great of a challenge as it slipped from your hands and hit the ground with a sidewalk shaking thud. You cussed at the box.

“Would you… like some help with that?”

You whipped your head to the source of the voice, “what?”

He put his hands up in front of him, eyebrows going up. It was a man you’d never seen before. Despite how tall he was and how wide his shoulders were, he had managed to shrink himself under your stern gaze. His blonde hair framed his face, lying flat against his head. He glanced down at the box and back at you.

You sighed, trying to calm yourself down. You mirrored him and glanced down at the box, “Yeah… sorry. Its just a pain in the ass.”

Turns out that he was no better at lifting it than you as he struggled to even get a grip on it from the ground. It was almost endearing, especially when he stood back up, put his hands on his hips, and looked over at you looking troubled.

“It is a bit tough… isn’t it?” he sighed.

Eventually the two of you had decided on maneuvering it up the stairs together, which was far easier said than done. And on top of that, teamwork with a complete stranger is more difficult than it looks. Multiple times you (in the front) had nearly dropped the box down the stairs onto him and multiple times he (in the back) had gone a bit too fast and nearly

pushed you over backwards. But the stranger stayed positive the entire way, murmuring encouragement to you. 

His eyes widened in surprise at the number on the door when you stopped in front of your apartment.

“You’re moving in here? Or are you taking a break or are you helping a friend-?”

You shouldered the door open, still holding the box, “I’m moving in, what makes you ask?”

The two of you waddled the box into the apartment, moving towards the middle of the room.

“It’s just- I’m moving in here too.”

You dropped the box on Adam Glenn’s toes. 

—-

Whatever you had expected space travel to look like, this hadn’t been it. There were no stars or space suits, but there was knock-back so strong that it felt like you were on a roller coaster as you flew through a cosmos of color towards Eternia.

Adam looked over at you from his seat, grinning from ear to ear, a sparkle in his eye that you don’t know if you’ve ever seen in all your time living with him.

As the ship slowed down to a normal pace you allowed yourself to take a big breath.

“Its exhilarating, right?” Adam asked as he piloted the ship towards a beautifully green planet.

You tried to laugh but it sounded more like a cough, “That’s one word for it.” Still, you couldn’t help the smile growing on your face as the foreign world grew in your vision.

“I wanted to bring you here sooner,” Adam said, “but I got so wrapped up with repairs and restoration and I thought maybe I’d wait to show you the best of it instead of the worst.”

The ship descended first over a vast expanse of lava fields, geysers of the boiling liquid erupting as you flew past.

—-

“Would you want to do something tonight? Like- maybe a movie or we like… make dinner for the two of us or something?” Adam called to you from his open bedroom door. 

He was emerging from his room, gently closing the door behind himself as you looked over at him. You and Adam had been roommates for a little over a month now, and you were learning a lot about him. Many nights he’d get home from work and beeline straight to his room, but despite that pattern, he was still making a very good effort to talk to you and get to know you. This was just a new attempt to spend time with you as well.

He was always very secretive about his room, but then again, you didn’t know him that well and you were sure he hadn’t seen much of your room either. But he was always mindful about keeping it closed. He wouldn’t even leave it open when he was running out to grab something. You assumed that he was maybe just a slob, or maybe some kind of nerd with a bunch of action figures or something. Not your business.

“Food would sound fun.” You mused from the couch.

The two of you set off checking your ingredients, which turned into an afternoon grocery run. You couldn’t help but smile at such a tall wide man pushing such a dinky shopping cart with a squeaky wheel.

Every adventure led you back to the apartment, with a homemade pizza sitting out in front of you, and Adam specifically covered in flour. You had no clue how he had managed it considering that you only had a little bit of the powder on yourself, but nonetheless, he stepped away to change his shirt.

And for the first time ever, Adam left his door open. He himself disappeared around the corner to get a shirt from his closet, but looking through the doorway you noticed that his walls were plastered in drawings.

You couldn’t help yourself, you slowly drifted towards his room until you were standing in the doorway, marveling at the fantastical drawings that Adam had plastered everywhere. Was he a writer? Were these concepts from a story? Was he just an artist?

As you pondered you failed to notice Adam rounding the corner and the only thing you could process was him catching you by the waist after he had toppled you over. His grip was firm and he looked spooked by the fact that he had nearly trampled you.

“I am so sorry, I didn’t think you’d be standing there-“ He stuttered out, still holding you.

It was you who righted yourself, “no, that’s my bad. You just left your door open and I saw your drawings and they’re really cool and I was trying to get a closer look.”

Adam quickly looked back at the drawings at his wall, and then back at you, “You… think they’re cool?” He said slowly, measured.

“Of course I do! Where’d you even come up with stuff like that.”

“Well,” he said sheepishly, bringing a hand to rub at the back of his neck, “It’s a bit of a long story…”

—-

Adam showed you all sorts of wonderful things as you flew above his home planet. You saw sprawling mountains and forests, dragons, griffons, floating islands. At the end of the grand tour he turned the ship towards his home city of Eternos.

His face glowed as he told you about all the repair work that has gone into it, how it almost looked like it did in his childhood, with shining pillars of regal golden and red. Adam’s eyes kept coming back to you, warm and gentle.

“I think you’re going to love it.” He said as the ship was coming over a large hill.

You smiled over at him, relishing in being with him again, “If its anything like your drawings, I know it will.”

At your words, the hill cleared beneath you and the city was revealed. Your jaw went slack and your eyes wide with wonder as you looked upon the most beautiful place you had ever seen. It was like the drawings, but impossibly more beautiful as the sunset cast a pink glow over the golden city.

As you flew closer you could see the people at their daily routines, lights beginning to pop up in the street and in the houses with the dying light. You could see soldiers, perhaps even the figures of Adam’s childhood, patrolling through the city. You could see a group of kids kicking around the ball in a clearing, playing some game that you’ve never seen. You saw Cringer, the tiger from the drawings- lounging in the sunlight. You saw artisans on the bridge over the river, carving out great pieces of stone into the figures of kings. Finally in the distance you glimpsed castle Grayskull, with a dull glow emitting from one eye.

You couldn’t help but glance over at Adam to voice your amazement, but the words died in your throat as you found him already looking, face illuminated by the orange glow. His emotions were betrayed by his eyes, oozing with poorly contained affection. He had kissed you only days before he left. He had kissed you and then stuttered an apology and then stumbled off the couch claiming he had to go to bed. You remembered how his lips felt; soft, gentle, hesitant. And now as he stared at you, you could see the emotion that had driven the decision. You could see why he had flown all the way back to Earth for his “roommate”. 

The moment passed as quickly as it had dawned, and Adam focused his eyes back to the front as he went to land the ship. You felt a pang in your soul, missing him as he sat right there, as if he was still galaxies away.

—- 

“Ok but I need to know if this shirt looks too… uh… bad on me” Adam appeared from his room wearing a coral pink dress shirt. He looked at you, as if your answer determined the fate of the shirt.

You allowed yourself to look a little longer than you maybe should have. You hummed in approval, “I like that color on you”.

Adam looked down as if to observe the shirt himself, tugging at the hem and sleeves a little as he looked. After a moment he looked up and nodded, as if satisfied with your opinion before disappearing back into his room.

—-

It was a sweeping tour of the city, Adam took you to all of the places from his drawing, and in turn he let you drag him to every nook and cranny that even vaguely interested you. The sun finally set and the streets were illuminated with lamp lighting that was straight out of some cheesy romance flick, the streetlights all neat in a row casting a warm yellow glow.

The whole afternoon had been the happiest you had ever seen Adam. When you looked at him it always seemed like he had been looking at you, as if his eyes had never strayed. He had changed before exiting the ship into some of his Eternian dayclothes, with a vest the same shade of red as the dress shirt that you so adored. 

All of his friends were ecstatic to meet you. It was a nearly overwhelming amount of people to meet, but then again, Adam was a prince and a hero, of course he’d be universally adored.

One thing that you couldn’t get out of your head was how many of them already knew you so well. Teela and Cringer both mentioned to you how Adam hadn’t stopped talking about you since arriving, and you couldn’t tell if they were being sarcastic. Sarcastic or not, their insinuations had Adam getting flustered, asserting that he had “just been filling them in on his Earth life”

“Yes! But aren’t they the center of your life on Earth? You lived together!” Teela laughed, amused at Adam’s defensiveness.

You couldn’t help but imagine a life here. It was the most wonderful place you had ever seen. But one issue persisted. You would not live here if Adam was not by your side, and it wasn’t fair to expect him- a prince- to prioritize you over his duties or over his friends.

—-

You and Adam had been watching a movie on the couch. You had been closer to each other than you needed to be, not making contact but sharing a footrest and a popcorn bowl.

You couldn’t remember what you had been talking about through the haze of time. All that you could remember that he looked down, only for a second, but for long enough to be caught.

Whatever argument you had been making died on your lips as you noticed, and you couldn’t help but look at his mouth in response, knowing that he was thinking about kissing you, knowing that you wanted him to. 

His lips brushed against yours, featherlight but soft. You could taste his chapstick and his hand came up nervously as he did it, fingers gently holding your cheek. It had been three seconds of bliss before Adam seemed to realize what he had done and pulled away.

You two just looked at each other for a moment, breathless and blinking before the worry set in on his face. He said your name so quietly that you nearly didn’t catch it.

“I’m so so sorry I didn’t- I should’ve asked- I…” he whispered. You furrowed your eyebrows at him but you didn’t have time to formulate a response before he was pushing himself off the couch, spilling the popcorn all over the floor.

He didn’t look at you, “It’s late and I have work tomorrow… I should- I should sleep.” and he vanished back into his room, leaving you sitting on the couch still trying to catch up with the moment, still remembering the feeling of his lips against yours.

—-

Adam was leading you through the palace, showing you the final part of Eternos, and the place he held the closest. 

He showed you everything, his parents quarters, the dining hall and kitchen, the library (which was still accumulating a new not-burned collection), and a million more rooms with a million more uses. Each one he let you wander as much as you’d like. You wondered if he’d let you say in any given room forever if it meant you staying on Eternia.

You could feel the tour drawing to a close as you came to his quarters. Adam’s childhood bedroom had been destroyed, but he had fully furnished his new room to include so many trinkets and books, a couple of cushy couches, and the biggest bed you had ever seen. His unreadable eyes followed you as you picked your way around the room.

You smiled over at him, “It’s so… you.” You laughed lightly to yourself out of endearment. 

“So you like it?” Looking across the room, Adam looked so small.

“It doesn’t matter if I like it. It matters if you like it Adam.”

“No- I mean…. I mean do you like all of it?” Adam reiterated. He looked so at ease but you could see the worry held in his tense shoulder.

You turned away from him, imagining the comforting warmth of your apartment on Earth. You could see the warm lighting and the dishes strewn across the kitchen. You could see the trinkets that you and Adam had together filled the space with, a Star Wars poster on the wall above the TV, his drawings hung on the fridge. You imagined coming home from work, Adam emerging from

his room to greet you, a smile on his face at the sight of you. You wondered if you could let that go.

“I do like it.” You muttered.

Adam somehow caught it across the room, “Enough to stay?”

You sighed mournfully, slowly sinking onto Adam’s bed, “Adam, I want to say yes but-“

“-then say yes” Adam began to approach you across the room, “if you want to say yes than do. Please.” He pleaded.

“…but this is your world Adam. Not mine. It’s all so charming and beautiful and every bit as wonderful as it was in your stories,” you felt. a lump in your throat that tasted like sorrow, Adam’s pace had slowed but he still approached, step by step. “but if I came here, you’d be the only thing that I have. And you have your planet, your duties, your friends. I will not hold you from that, but I cannot sit around waiting for you to have a moment for me.”

Adam stopped in front of you, looking down at you as if you had just ripped his soul out, “What do I have if not you?”

You laughed dryly, “What does that even mean?”

“I mean- living with you has been the best thing to ever happen to me.” Adam crouched down to be on your eye level, “heck, you have been the best thing to ever happen to me. You believed me when no one else did, you had patience when I needed it most, and you filled my life with your laughter. I don’t want to live anywhere if it’s not with you.” He tentatively rested on hand on your knee.

You smiled, not satisfied, “Why’d you kiss me that night?” You could hear how small your voice sounded.

Adam paused for a moment, searching your eyes, debating if the answer was going to break everything, “because you’re beautiful.”

“Just that?”

Adam’s hand moved from your knew to clutch your own hand, “because maybe I wanted to ask you out and I just didn’t know how. Because maybe I wanted to live with you forever. Because maybe I wanted to wake up to you in the morning. I kissed you because there is no one I want in my life more than you. Please.” His other hand snaked so the two of you were now fully holding hands. Adam looked up at you reverently, the same look from the ship.

You couldn’t help but break into a wide grin at his confession.

Adam swallowed thickly, adam’s apple bobbing as he did. He said your name as if it was the prettiest word on his lips.

“Stay.”

And you were his. You leaned in and captured his lips in a kiss. This time there was no hesitance, no quiver to his lips as he met you surely and lovingly. You stooped your head to meet him where he kneeled between your knees, one hand still holding his, the other snaking to play with the hair at the nape of his neck.

It was exactly what you had been dreaming of for six months. It was something, you thought, that you wouldn’t mind coming home to every day for the rest of your life.

Because it was never the apartment, it was always him. And it was always him with you.

Finally you two broke to simply breathe. You leaned your forehead against his, “I’ll stay as long as you want me to.”

————————————————————————-

Which is why you despised-

Miracle No. 3

You were deeply smitten – in love even – with your best friend.

You had debated for a long time if this was a miracle or a curse; wanting someone you could never fully have. Yes, he was your best friend, and therefore you had him. You had him at your apartment multiple times a week. You had him to go on adventures with. You had him to listen when you needed an ear. But he wasn’t yours.

But he was just too wonderful to be a curse. So this lovely and horrid feeling in your chest that made you want to hold his hand had to be a miracle.

It hadn’t crept up on you like that initial puppy crush had. The two of you had dinner together. It wasn’t a fancy date or anything, it was an afternoon run to Taco Bell after work, but while you had eaten it had started raining outside.

The two of you stood in the doorway debating if you should just run for it or wait it out. It had been a blur really. You couldn’t remember who ran first but you did remember that he ended up ahead of you, running in the rain, turning back to make sure that you were still with him, laughing all the way. You didn’t even think about how your shoes were soaked through or how freezing cold you were.

The only thing you could remember clearly was reaching his apartment building, out of breath, dripping water all over the floor in the entry way. He had stooped over, hands on knees, head hanging as he tried to catch his breath. And then he looked up at you, his eyes glowing. They were crinkled in the corner as Adam beamed up at you for that one moment before dramatically dropping it back down, but that moment was enough.

It had felt as though you had been struck in the chest with how strongly the feeling dawned on you. Adam was pretty. And standing in that cruddy apartment building, frozen to the bone, you realized that you were too far gone.

That night he offered to let you stay. After all it was raining, and even if he had a car, neither of you mentioned it. As you made your way up the stairs you mumbled a little word of repelling, to dry you guys off only slightly. The two of you took turns showering, and once you got out you realized that your clothes were still soaked. Adam ended up lending you what must have been his baggiest Star Wars shirt and a pair of plaid pants, handing them through the door while awkwardly making a point to let you know that he was not looking. It was an overwhelming amount of fabric. You didn’t know that Adam even needed this sized clothing.

When you came out, Adam’s eyes locked onto you, and you watched as his cheeks turned red. You almost would’ve believed it was a blush as his eyes scanned how swamped you looked in his clothes, had he not started laughing  a split second later at how silly you looked.

Later, the two of you sat on his couch, a cheesy action movie in the background. You could feel Adam look over at you.

“Why did you believe me?” He asked softly.

You looked back at him, and you knew you’d never seen Adam look so vulnerable.

“Why wouldn’t I?”

Adam shrugged, “No one else has.” He looked back at the movie, trying to act like he didn’t care. But you knew he cared. You’d never known Adam to talk about something that didn’t matter to him, whether it was his sword or his home or the people he helped at his job. He was so earnest and you knew that he couldn’t be any other way if he tried. You didn’t want him to try.

You swallowed the nervous butterflies in your stomach and scooted closer to him on the couch. You gently placed a hand on his shoulder, rubbing your thumb in circles to ease his mind.

“I think people try too hard to make the world make sense. I believe you because the world is a weird place, where strangle little miracles happen every day.”

Adam gave you a lopsided grin, “Is that a new way to tell me I’m crazy?”

You shook your head slightly, “I’m being serious Adam,” you allowed yourself to settle into the couch next to him, shoulders brushing, “it’s crazy what people will ignore simply because they can’t allow themselves to believe it.”

And when you fell asleep on his shoulder during the movie, he didn’t mention it. And if he gently wrapped his arm around you as you dozed off, you didn’t mention it.

Miracle No. 4

There is a spaceship in the park.

You’ve lost the plot to be frank. You thought your minor superpowers was an oddity but now your best-friend-and-crush has a magical sword that he stole and there is a spaceship here to pick him up and take him home.

Adam had his hand on your shoulder and was looking between the ship and you, “I have to go. And I can’t go unless you come with me.”

The idea terrified and excited you. When you first discovered that Adam was a space prince you had entertained the idea of going to his home planet. You had imagined him showing you all of the places you had only heard about through his drawings and his stories. You had not imagined this decision needing to be made as an alien creature crashed its way through the city behind you.

Before you had even fully made up your mind, Adam was tugging you by the wrist towards the ship and it dawned on you that the beast was crashing through the city specifically towards you. Upon that realization you found yourself stumbling after Adam onto the steely ship and into the great unknown.

The seats were in rows of two, so Teela (if you had heard that name correctly) and Adam settled in the front while you ended up in the seat behind Teela. Adam glanced back at you, as if to make sure that you were still there, giving you a small smile before turning back to the front to ask Teela as many questions as he could.

You watched the two of them. They interacted so easily, even with fifteen years of distance between them. You looked at how he smiled at her, how they reminisced about old memories, how comfortable he seemed. You couldn’t remember him ever looking at you like that. But then again, it was unreasonable to expect him to.

You wished you had a spell to remove the lump in your throat.

Miracle No. 5

Magic on Eternia was way more potent than magic on Earth.

The ship entered the atmosphere, and you suddenly felt as though someone had touched a live wire to your veins. You felt as though there was a new energy coursing through your veins. If you tried to keep your coffee warm now, you’d surely explode the cup. If you tried to keep your plants healthy, you’d surely grow a whole new forest.

On the outside you just shifted in your seat a little, feeling jittery. Adam’s eyes drifted from his battered homeland back to you. He gave a look that asked, ‘are you ok?’ and you nodded in response, allowing him to turn back to the planet he’d spent so long away from.

The energy followed you underground, into a room with all of his childhood heroes, into a cell with a robot and drunkard, all the way to the landing dock where the spacecraft had been sat. The energy building in your soul didn’t truly come to fruition until the ship was engaged in air combat, with a newly powered Adam fighting with them outside of the ship, and Drunk-an trying to hold his gun straight.

It all came to a peak when you saw a blast coming for the ship that Adam didn’t see and that Duncan was incapable at stopping, and in your panic and your adrenaline you threw out your hands and the ship crumpled as if hitting an invisible wall. And your world went black.

When you came to, the ship had landed. No, it had crashed. You were stranded in a forest the same color as a burning flame in the setting sun. It was almost beautiful enough to distract you from the fact that you were in space on a strange planet. On the fact that, for the first time in your life, you had used your gift in front of another human being. Adam would reasonably be mad at you for lying.

Next to you sat Duncan, shaving and drinking out of a cannister that he definitely didn’t have before.

“You’ve decided to wake up, have you?”

You tried to sit up, but your whole body screamed in protest, “Where’s Adam?”

Duncan scoffed, “Usually you start with ‘hello’ or ‘thank you for saving my butt’” He didn’t make eye contact as he continued to scrape his face.

You furrowed your eyebrows, “You didn’t start with that either.”

“Well, I know who you are. That boy hasn’t shut up about you since he came back.” That boy… meaning Adam. You couldn’t believe your ears. Adam had “shut up” about you plenty considering that he had just received literal superpowers and returned to his homeland for the first time in fifteen years. This guy had to be nuts to think that you were at all a priority here.

You tried again to sit up, this time being able to rest on your elbows, “How much have you had to drink?”

“Not nearly as much as I normally do, now lie back down.”

You refused to comply even though there was a steadily increasing pain in your head at this position, “You couldn’t be more wrong. Adam couldn’t shut up about Eternia or his sword on Earth. Now that he’s back he wouldn’t spend all of his time focused on me.”

Duncan side eyed you, but continued shaving, “That might have been true before you crushed a ship in midair with your mind and then nearly fell out of the ship unconscious. If lover boy hadn’t caught you, you wouldn’t be alive. Now lay back down.”

You still refused to lay back down, “We’re just friends.” Duncan full out laughed this time, “Do YOU want to be just friends?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“If you don’t lay back down, I’m going to knock you back out myself. You’re looking sicker by the minute.”

You groaned, finally letting your elbows out from under you and laying back down. You couldn’t figure out what Duncan was going at with all of this lover boy crap. Adam was just your friend and he treated you as such. Any friend would ask their best friend to go to their home planet. And any friend would catch that best friend when they nearly fall out of the sky. And it was also a friend thing when you knew how it felt when he ghosted his lips over your forehead that night that it rained, almost a kiss, but not quite. And how you felt him hesitantly pull back… it was all just best friend stuff.

“No, now sit back up I can hear you thinking about him over there.” Duncan said, finishing up his shave job.

“Why do you care so much about what I’m thinking about?” You snapped at him, sitting up far too fast. You’re forced to take a moment to steady yourself.

Duncan sighed, “Look. I’m not a feelings guy, ok?” He looked over at you, “You’re starry eyed for this boy and he’s completely crazy for you and if you can’t admit it sooner or later, I’m setting of one of my bombs before Skeletor can even get his hands on us.” Duncan’s eyes flicked to a spot over your shoulder, then back at you.

“It’s not that simple.”

“Yes, it is.” His eyes flicked over your shoulder again. “Ducan, I’ve been his friend since college, and I never told him about my magic. And then when he does find out I have it, I almost die. Everything else aside, that’s enough for me to not deserve him.”  

Duncan raised an eyebrow, “And what is everything else?”

“Ok maybe I do like him!” You threw one hand up in exasperation, the other keeping you upright. “Maybe I like him and I want to be close to him, and I want to hear him laugh. Maybe I want to be the girl he comes home to and maybe I want him to feel the same way!”

Duncan looked over your shoulder one more time before shifting to his feet, “That’s disgustingly mushy. But at least you finally told him.” With that, Duncan turned and started walking away.

“That doesn’t even make sense, what do you even mean?” You squinted after him, head throbbing through the pain. Duncan tossed a hand over his shoulder, thumb pointed behind him, and behind you.

Your heart dropped in your chest. You turned your head slowly, no choice with the pain you were in, and lo and behold, your best friend in the whole wide world was standing there, a witness to your confession.

His face was beet red, his eyes wide open with the pupils blown. He held his mouth agape as if he simply couldn’t believe what he had heard. He was still in his powered form, and for the first time since he had obtained it, you had time to truly observe. His hair had fanned out, looking nearly golden in the setting sun. Heck, all of him looked golden. His shoulders had widened and his arms- dear God his arms. Adam had gone from being your super handsome best friend to a nearly ethereal being. But then again, he did now possess the power of the gods, it was fitting that he looked the part too.

The only thing you could think of doing was to turn back around, wishing for the ground to swallow you whole.

“I’m sorry Adam, you weren’t meant to hear that.” You couldn’t look at him. You wanted to lay down and sleep, your eyes turned to the ground.

Adam didn’t respond, however. You didn’t even hear him moving. You sat there debating if he had simply walked away, but when you turned around to check, he was still there. His expression had changed; the shock was gone. Instead, he looked both bewildered and relieved.

Much to your surprise, the first thing that he said, after a minute or two of silence, was, “I’m so glad you’re awake.”

You placed your open hand on the ground, playing with the dirt, “You’re allowed to be mad at me.”

“Why would I be mad?” Adam’s smile dropped at the insinuation that he’d be mad at you.

You shrugged, “I didn’t tell you about my magic. I didn’t tell you about my feelings. I nearly fell out of the spaceship.”

“Well- I mean, why didn’t you tell me about your magic?” Adam slowly began stepping his way towards you.

“It wasn’t nearly this strong on Earth. There I could only really do small tricks, warming drinks and all that.”

Adam’s eyebrows went up, and you could see his amused expression as he came to stand above you, “Is that why my coffee was always the perfect temperature?” Adam lowered himself so that he was sat right next to you.

You nodded, keeping eye contact with him, “Yeah. You deserved the perfect coffee.”

 Now at the same level as you, Adam’s shoulder brushed yours. His face was still ruby red, and his eyes flicked back and forth across your face as if he was nervous.

“I thought I lost you there for a moment.” He whispered, “I- I thought I’d never get to tell you, when you passed out, I mean.” He briefly turned his face away from yours as he tried to piece his words together. When he looked back at you, for the first time ever, you noticed Adam’s eyes flick down towards your lips for a moment, only a moment. You wondered if he had ever done that before and you just hadn’t noticed.

Adam’s eyes were a deep hazel, and in them you could see years of love and adoration that you’d ignored out of fear. You could see it clearly now. His red cheeks when he saw you in his clothes, the forehead kiss, begging you to come to his home with him, all of it pointed towards the truth behind it all-

Miracle No. 6

Your best friend was in love with you.

Before you had a moment to figure out what to do next, Adam’s hand had found its way to your jaw, stroking it gently. His eyes moved down to your lips again, but he didn’t lean in any further, stuttering out the start of a sentence that sounded like ‘I’ll only do it If you want me to-‘the rest of it getting lost as you closed the gap.

This was a miracle that you were going to respond well to.

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