2012 Adam and Eve: Part OneA Story by Sophiea short story I will post in sections
Adam and Eve. Yup, that's us, but, not really. I'm Eve, my best friend is Adam, and ever since elementary school, that's been our name, Adam and Eve, the inseparable best friends who had the luck to be named what we are. And that's how it's always been, even now in our senior year of high school, we're still Adam and Eve. Just, much older versions of the elementary school ones. The biblical story is probably mentioned to us once a day, maybe twice, and we'll roll our eyes at each other and say at the same time, “We're just friends.” We'd both hated it, to the point in seventh grade we stopped speaking, stopped hanging out, and then realized we were each other's only friend, something we hadn't needed to realize until then. We still hate it, the jokes and endless references, but now, I want it back. Now that there's no one to joke.
Adam slept over that night, our parents had begun to think it was weird in freshman year, and so Adam now sleeps in the guest room instead of in my bed, and I sleep on the couch at his house instead of in his bed. But I woke up and it was silent. Mornings are usually silent at my house, but it was just... too silent. Cliché, I know. I got up and walked down the hall to Adam's room, as I called it and opened the door. He was awake in an instant, a light sleeper. “Something's wrong.” I say. He nods. He follows me down the hall and I open my parents door. They're not there, the covers aren't thrown back but the bed isn't made either, its like they teleported out of their beds and the covers just collapsed on the empty space. Their alarm clock is going off faintly, as it does when it's been going off for too long. I shut it off. Then we race downstairs and throw open the front door, the sense of panic rapidly swelling in my chest, probably for no reason. This is a nightmare. Of course, you're only panicked for no reason in nightmares. Oh! Does that mean I'm lucid dreaming? In the case... And now Dan Florentine walks up to me and kisses me! I wait for it, nothing. “Evie, what are you doing?” Adam asks. “This... isn't a dream?” I ask, confused. “No.” He says, not joking, his face white, staring at the street in front of us. Cars are just deserted in the middle of it, some crashed together. Dogs running free, with leashes but no walker. Front doors wide open, houses on fire from stoves left on. “W-where is everyone?” I ask. We step out of the house, me still in pajamas and him still in boxers. We walk, looking for any signs of human life, when my cellphone buzzes in my clenched hand. There's no number, no sender, and I have no service. So how did I get a text? Adam looks over my should as I open it. Hello, Adam and Eve. You are alone on planet Earth, the only two. Humanity was going wrong. This is a do-over. Re-write history. Repopulate. As we read the last word, we spring away from each other. “This is some sort of cruel joke!” I yell. “Okay, you had your laugh, come on out now, your house is on fire, was a prank really worth that? And your cars are totaled, dogs lost, come one people.” Adam yells. “Adam, it's not a joke.” “Come on out, don- wait, what?” “It's not a joke.” “So your saying that we actually have to have sex and you have to give birth numerous times? To my kids? I mean, not that I haven't thought abou-” He stops. Adam has this way of talking too much but to his expense. I laugh. “You know, you're not ugly, a guy can't stop fantasies.” He says, crossing his arms. “Oh thanks for the compliment.” I roll my eyes. “But this isn't really the time for our married couple banter. No pun intended. Is that even a pun? Anyway, everyone on earth is gone, we're completely and utterly alone.” Neither of us say anything, and the only sound we hear is the crackling of the fire. And then I start to cry. “You know what I just realized? It's our eighteenth birthdays.” He says. “Happy birthday to us, happy birthday to us, happy birthday dear us, happy birthday to us.” I sing feebly. Adam wraps his arms around me and I cry into his shirt. “So what do we do?” He asks. “I'd say find people. But there's no one, just no one. So I don't know, I guess just live out of each house, raid grocery stores when we need food. Just wait it out?” My phone vibrates again. There is nothing to wait for. “Okay, first of all,” Adam yells to nothing in particular, “if we were to 'repopulate' it doesn't exactly tickle me pink that you're, whoever you are, watching us! That's just sick, get some porn or something.” I burst out laughing. “Second of all, what the crap? I mean, really, just what the crap. That will be all.” “So, who do you think it is?” “Well, God, I guess... Who else?” “For some reason that doesn't make sense to me.” “Well, yeah, you're the atheist. Of course it wouldn't make sense.” He laughs. “There's that.” I giggle, “You're agnostic, we should both be conflicted.” “Quite the pair whoever it was chose, huh?” He says. I lean my head on his shoulder, watching the smoke from the house fire rise. “We probably should have put that out, huh?” I say absentmindedly. “Probably.” Adam agrees. I shrug. We get up and go into my house and sit back down at the kitchen table. “Now what?” I ask, dropping my head onto the kitchen table. “Dunno.” “Should we grieve?” “I suppose. Wait, what did Adam and Eve do? Do you have a Bible?” He asks. I look up and raise one eyebrow. “Right, stupid question.” “They were in a completely different situation!” “Well, maybe we have to be in their shoes.” Adam shrugs. “There is no way in hell I'm living in the wilderness naked. Not gonna happen.” I say. “Right, forgot about that part...” Silence. “Evie, what are we going to do?” He asks, slumping down and resting his chin in one hand. “I don't know, but I feel like this is unnatural, and we need to find the other seven billion people of planet earth.” © 2012 SophieAuthor's Note
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10 Reviews Added on July 31, 2012 Last Updated on July 31, 2012 AuthorSophie-, MAAboutI'm 16 in my sophomore year of high school, I started on this site when i was 14, took about a year break and now i might be back, im just fixing my description because i was annoying as f**k last yea.. more..Writing
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