Hey, Little Songbird

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"I met him...when the sun was down," she said with a softly smile. "The bar was closed...we both had had no sleep." She whispered.

He watched her closely.

"And he sang a soft song to me, and I fell in love."

Adrian bit his lip.

"Ma'am," the speaker crackled, "This is a McDonald's drive thru. Are you gonna order?"

Adrain cleared his throat. "We'll...we'll take two orders of Nuggets, thanks."

"Next window,"

Adrian sighed. She was wasted. Beyond drunk.

"Eric doesn't like," she slurred.

He sighed in irritation.

"Eric doesn't like," she started again, "when I get drunk around other people?"

"And why is that?" Adrain asked gently, paying the woman at the window. He took his card and receipt, rolling up to the next window.

"Cause when I get drunk, I get sexual," she whispered, tugging at her shirt. "Can't help it."

He slammed on the brakes. The car behind him beeped the horn aggressively.

"Then...we'd better get you home quickly," He said quietly, grabbing the bag and thanking the man at the next window.

"You're so pretty," she whispered, putting her hand on his thigh. "When I saw you, I wanted you."

He swallowed roughly, keeping his eyes on the road. His heart beat so loudly in his ears he could barely hear anything else.

"Why don't you nap. So you don't say anything else you might regret?"

"I thought you wanted to hear everything I had to say," she quipped, pushing closer to him.

"Don't cut your hair. Keep it long. I like it that way." She informed him, tucking a strand behind his ear.

"Ah...alright." He gently pushed her over, focusing on the road.

"You're not as gentle as your pretending to be either, Adrian. I don't think you're a bad person. But I don't think this person is you. So who are you then?"

He glanced over at her, his lips tilting up. "I don't know. What do you think?"

"Hm..." she looked over him for a long time. "I think, this side of you exist. And another side too."

He said nothing in reply, letting the silence filter in.

"I want to touch you," she murmured. "Is that wrong, Adrian?"

He shook his head. "It's not wrong. You can't help who you're attracted to."

"Do you...want to touch me?"

He licked his lips. He debated. She could very well remember this. But then again...

Did it matter?

"Yes. I would like to touch you," Adrian said quietly, "But it's not appropriate in our current situation."

She glanced at him. "Do you want to have an inappropriate relationship, Mr. Hades?"

He stopped the car at the red light, turning to her.

"Aren't you in love with your poet?" He asked lowly.

"Didn't you tell me it was alright for me to do what made me happy?"

His lips quirked up. "Little songbirds shouldn't sing songs they can't finish. Roll the window down,"

She smiled. "Mr. Hades?"

He glanced at her from the side of his eye.

"Are you jealous, Mr. Hades? Whenever I mention Eric you tense up."

Adrian sighed, combing his hands through his hair. He should cut it. It wasn't getting a little too long.

"Won't you answer me, Mr. Hades?" She called lowly. "What do you want?"

"There's nothing more I want, except to be alone," he responded. "With you, if possible."

She smirked. "That's awfully vague, Mr. Hades."

He sighed. "So this is you with confidence."

Her smirked died. "Whats you and confidence?"

He looked ahead. "Confidence is important. And it's a protection. Now enough about that. We're here."


His lips quirked up.

"My house."

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