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truth time | behadam

who: adam levine & behati prinsloo

location: adam’s residence

date: march 19, 2018

summary: after adam’s birthday last night, he reveals that more than just hanging out with his friends had occurred while he was away.

triggers: n/a

note: more than a year later, comes an insight of what happened the day behati and adam broke up. aka peer pressure from jojo.

tagged: @alcvinehf

Adam: After seeing Anna last night, Adam’s head was left spinning and he had to tell Behati. He had to stop doing this—because he was only making himself look like an asshole on top of feeling like one. With Dusty still at his parents from the remainder of his night with Behati last night, he ran his hand through his hair as he waited for her to return. As he looked up and he noticed the door handle turning, he knew it was Bee making her way in, the “Come whenever you want” meaning becoming useful again. “Sit,” He says with a sigh.

Behati: Behati hadn’t been home that long when Adam texted her and wanted her back. She didn’t assume anything was wrong, maybe he just wanted to spend more time with her. Which she never would complain about. She headed back over to Adam’s turning the door handle and walking inside. Making sure to close the door behind her. “Well hello to you too.” She snickered, setting her purse on the ground before sitting next to him. “What’s up, babe?”

Adam: He stays quiet for a few moments, looking down at his lap before letting out a heavy sigh. He was such an asshole and he knew it. She had planned so much for him the previous night and he took it for granted, which had ultimately been another thing killing him too. “I...when you sent me out yesterday. Before dinner...with James and Jesse.” He says, with a sigh.

Behati: The second she looked at him, she could tell something was wrong. She could read him like an open book and for some reason, she felt like she wasn’t going to like what he was about to say. She sat back, giving him time to talk to her and think it through. “Yeah..?”

Adam: “I...I didn’t...” He begins to frown. “I didn’t see them.” He starts, guilt overriding his face and in his eyes, still avoiding the fact that he had yet to look at her since she sat down. “I went to Anna’s...”

Behati: “Why?” She frowned. They were practically family to Adam, it made her wonder what else he could’ve done in those hours he was gone. Her brows raising slightly at his confession. “Huh?” She bit her lip, trying to keep her cool. “Okay.. And..?” He had promised her he wouldn’t do anything and she was going to trust him with that.

Adam: He could tell that by the tone of her voice that she was trying to keep her cool with him considering what he confessed to her. Finally, with a sigh, his head lifts and he looks at her. “We...tried to bake. Turned into a mess...” He says. “She wanted to bake a cake for me or something.”

Behati: She was waiting for something horrible to come out of his mouth, something that would make her sad. Though what he said took her by surprise, in a different way. “Oh.” She finally let out a breath that she didn’t know she was holding in. “Well did you at least get some cake to eat?”

Adam: “No,” He says with a sigh. “No, the...the whole thing turned into a mess. We...threw it everywhere, at each other...I had to...” He looks back down, shaking his head. “Shower after...she got in with me, and I just...”

Behati: “Oh..” She bit her lip, watching him as he looked back down. His words making her stomach twist in complete shock. “You just what?” She whispered, her eyes never leaving him, even if he wasn’t looking at her.

Adam: “We didn’t have sex,” All too familiar words. Ones that still made him feel like a complete asshole, especially when they were pertaining to the same woman in question. “We were just...flirting a lot. She has feelings for me, and...” The frown across his lips deepens. “We kissed. More than once, made out...whatever you want to call it.”

Behati: She rolled her eyes, starting to feel more angry with every word he was saying. “No, that didn’t happen. And I don’t give a fuck if she has feelings for you. Doesn’t mean you kiss her.” Her tone getting louder with each word. “Look at me and tell me that didn’t happen.” She frowned too. “Do you have feelings for her?”

Adam: “I know that.” He says, frown deepening over his lips as he could sense her anger. While he did look up at her, he sighs because he can’t get out the words that she wants to hear. They’d be a lie if he said them to her and that was something that he didn’t want to do. “I...” He says, with a sigh as he runs a hand over his face.

Behati: “Do you?” She waited for him to say something, something to ease her mind that this was all a joke, but it didn’t seem like it was. “You didn’t.” She bit her bottom lip, feeling tears sting her eyes. “And you came home to me, after everything I did for you yesterday? Why would you do that to me?” She hid her face in her hands, bringing her knees closer to her chest. “You promised.”

Adam: He couldn’t stand it when anyone he cared about cried in front of him. Suddenly his expression softened as he listened to her, knowing that if he’d move closer to her that she wouldn’t do anything but push him away. “Bee...” He says, quietly, shaky tone in his voice. “I...I can’t sit here and tell you that I’m sorry because I know it’s not enough.” He frowns, “I...I love you so much, and...I’m an asshole. I don’t deserve anything you did for me yesterday. I don’t deserve anything period.”

Behati: “No.” She shook her head. “Behati” She corrected him, hearing him call her by her nickname was only making things worse. And she didn’t want that. “No, no you don’t. Someone who loves another person wouldn’t do that to them.” She didn’t want him to see her cry, but there was no point in hiding it now. She moved her hands away from her face, eyes red as tears rolled down her cheeks. “You knew I hate her and yet you still did it. You still came home to me like nothing happened. And slept with me too..” Her voice was sad, looking down at her lap. “You don’t love me.” She repeated softer this time.

Adam: His heart ultimately broke when she corrected him from using her nickname. That’s when his expression completely fell and hurt once again filled up in his eyes. “Of course I love you! Don’t ever tell me I don’t love you!” He snaps, looking back up at her, watching her for a few moments. “I did, and I’m telling you because I know that it was fucking wrong.” He stops, his voice lowering to match her own. “You know I love you.”

Behati: She wiped the tears from under her eyes, running her hands through her hair as she tried to calm herself. Normally Adam would help her with that, but she couldn’t bare the thought of him even touching her right now. “You didn’t answer me.” She ignored his last comment. “Do you have feelings for her?” She looked him in the eyes, hoping he’d say no.

Adam: “What does it matter? You’re gonna leave me either way.” He says, shaking his head in return. He was fighting the fact that he didn’t want to answer that question, not now anyway. “Right? You’re gonna get up and walk out without hearing me out.”

Behati: “It matters a lot.” She crossed her arms over her chest, staring at him. “No, I don’t want to leave you. But you’re not really giving me another choice. You made me a promise, and you broke it. So answer the fucking question. Do you have feelings for her or not?”

Adam: “I don’t fucking know.” He says, his hands shooting up in defense as he scoots further down into the couch, his eyes squeezing closed for a moment before sighing. “Alright? I don’t know. I don’t fucking know.”

Behati: She nodded, watching him move farther away from her. She pushed the blonde hair that fell in front of her face to behind her ear. "I think I should go, let you figure out whatever you need to."

Adam: He’s quiet for what feels like a long time. However, lost in his thoughts, something breaks in him as he looks down at his lap and tears begin to fill up and well in his eyes. “You can leave me all you want,” He says, his voice suddenly cracking with emotion. “Do whatever you want. Just...Just don’t take Dusty from me.”

Behati: It hurt that he didn’t seem to care that she was leaving let alone leaving him, but she wasn’t going to bring it up. “If you think I’d take her from you, you obviously don’t know me at all.” She shook her head, bringing her hand up to unhook the necklace from around her neck. Holding it out to him. It had her engagement ring on it. “I think you need to keep this for now.” She muttered.

Adam: "How am I supposed to know?" Adam asked, not bothering to remedy the fact that tears were now sliding down his cheeks, down his face as his voice cracked a second time. As she began to unhook the necklace containing her wedding ring from her neck, the frown across his lips became lower, became wider. He didn't take it from her more than he instead just let it fall into his hands instead. "I don't want this," He said through a choked sob, "It's not mine. It's yours."

Behati: “Because you just should.” She shrugged, letting the necklace fall from between her fingers into his hand. She was trying not to cry again, but she couldn’t stop it when she saw him crying. “I know. I just want you to keep it until you make a decision. Okay?” She pulled out her phone, checking the time. “I’ve gotta go now. I’ll see you later.” She still sat there though, not really wanting to leave anytime soon.

Adam: He doesn't do anything with the fact that the necklace is lingering in his hand. It clenches around his fist though, and tears continued to fall down his face before he puts it down on the couch, leans forward and clasps his hands over his lap. "Fine," He says, no emotion in the word, just saying it to simply say it as he sat there where he was, head slung down to his hands.

Behati: She looked down at the necklace just laying on the couch, forcing herself to get up. She stood there for a minute, debating on if she should just leave him alone and not say a word, but she couldn’t. She leaned down, kissing the side of his head before saying goodbye and turning to head out the door.

Adam: There's nothing for him to say and he doesn't move when she kisses the side of his head. He made decisions on his own and now this was the consequence that came with it. He couldn't even bare to turn his head and watch her walk out the door. Picking up the necklace from the couch, Adam places it on the table with a clear intention of leaving it there, letting it sit there, before getting up from the couch to climb the stairs.

#p: truth time #well shit

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