Thanks for the response guys! Planning to do more Adam and Maeve stories!

"Can I nick a Pork ball?"

"No, you lanky, greedy pig" Maeve shooed him away.

They were watching the film "Thelma" while eating chinese. Maeve hushed Adam when they first noticed that Thelma's mother was in a wheel-chair.

"Shit! Shame that's she's a cripple, she's really fit!" Adam notes.

"Shut up" Maeve sighed attempting to use chop-sticks instead of a regular fork. "So what you rustling up for Eric tomorrow?" She asks. Friday was only hours away. Adam and Eric had a Friday night dinner tradition, where they'd try and cook a meal from scratch.

"Thought you wanted me to shut up?" He smirks.

"You're never gonna top Eric's five layer LGBTQ Lasagne!" She teased.

"I'm gonna shit all over it, you know his dad helped him. Lying git!" He sulks stuffing his mouth with Beef Chow Mein. "Dinner's mini hot dogs with mash and beans"

Maeve sharply turned to face him and burst out laughing. He stares in shock, trying to remembered the last time that she laughed.

"What?"

"I'm sure that came from my little sister's menu!" Maeve croaks.

"Piss off! Eric likes little hot dogs. I fancied mash tomorrow, so I thought...two birds and all that" He shrugs, wiping curry from his chin. They eat as they watch Thelma make friends with Anya, a kind, tall mixed race brunette in her University.

"Do you think they're gonna fuck?" Adam asks.

"Just because you fucked your crush on a music room floor, it doesn't mean she's going to!"

"Number one, I never fucked him, just blew him. I couldn't go to town on anyone on that floor. It's like a hundred years old"

"When you, you know...with Eric...was it romantic? Being alone with someone that you've ached for, for so long?" She questions.

"Calm down Shakespeare, ache is abit much"

"When you kissed him, did it feel right?" Maeve asks surprising herself for really needing to know. She'd heard bits and pieces from Otis. After hanging out with Eric, and gaining his trust he happily told her about the music detention blow. That it was good, that the unexpectedness of it was thrilling, and that both of them had been totally confused. But she'd never heard Adam's side of their story.

"I uhh...Just remembered being worried that Tromboner would tell the whole school. I was already the big-dick freakshow. I was always on the outs with me dad. I just remembered getting tense"

"Worried?"

"Hmm" He shrugs, then nods. "After, he pulled his clothes on and scoots to the wall. I walked over and..."

"Kissed him?

"Nah I threatened him" Adam twists away from her gaze, clearly ashamed. "Word for word I'd said I'd end him. I'm a prick"

"Yeah, but you're our prick now" Maeve gently squeezed his shoulder in support, and dumps two fried pork balls on his plate.