Adam and I were fluent in flowers, pyjamas, and our secret passageway. It was our language. We met in 10th grade, his first year. He stuck out when I saw him moving in; His brown hair, piercing blue eyes, and a personality that caught my eye. I can’t fully explain how we got here without confusion, but I’ll try; Adam works summers job at the library, he didn’t tell me how he found our passageway he only said it went untouched for years, it became our special place. I woke in the midst of night attributable to rocks slapping my window, cliché. I looked out of the window and Adam stood below, in pyjamas. “Climb down the tree, pronto!” I never would’ve expected myself to climb down the spindling oak tree, but I’m glad I did. We raced to his car, and we wasted no time to speeding away. I hardly knew the beautiful stranger across from me, and when he stopped at the library I questioned my actions. Adam stuck the key into the lock and with a click the door opened. “I need you to follow closely.” So I did, we ran down columns of book shelves until we reached the one he was searching for. He pulls on a book about buttercup flowers, and the bookshelf slid open. Before me was a long hallway, each breath echoed throughout. Adam’s fingers wrapped around mine, and that’s where the adventures of Adam and I began.