IMAGINE: Getting to spend a day with Adam

     You walk towards the building where you’re to collect your prize. A month ago you gave a large sum of money to one of your favorite charities—an non-for-profit organization that helps orphans around the world. At the time of when you donated money, you had no idea that they were holding a grand prize for one lucky person. And that lucky person happened to be you. You received a call last week from the president of the organization telling you to come and receive your prize. You open the door to the building, nervous yet excited butterflies bouncing off the walls of your stomach. The secretary looks up at you. You smile at him. “Hi, I’m Y/N L/N.” Before you can say anything more, a bright grin upturns his lips. He jumps to his feet. “Yes, yes, of course. Right this way!” He exclaims. He leads you down a hall. “I bet you’re excited.” “I am very excited. Truth be told, I had no idea there was a grand prize. So I’m even more excited because it was a surprise to me.” You laugh softly. He throws a smile at you over his shoulder. “A surprise indeed. You just wait, miss. It gets even better.” He leads you into an office to meet the organization’s president. The president and you exchange greetings. “Thank you so, so much for your generous donation. You have no idea how much it means to us. We don’t take it lightly, which is one of the reasons why we were holding this grand prize for one random person who donated to our cause.” She explains. “Thank you for everything you’re doing for the orphans. I love this organization. I’ve been giving money to it for years.” You smile. “Then you deserve this prize.” The president grins. She looks at the secretary. “You may bring the prize in now.” When Adam Driver walks into the office, your jaw hits the floor. “Wait, what?” You sputter, looking at everyone in confusion. “Congratulations, Y/N. You won a spend-a-day with an actor! Adam kindly volunteered to do this as an incentive for the grand prize.” The president explains. “Wow, I had no idea! I thought...I don’t know. I thought you were going to give me a t-shirt or something. Maybe a goodie bag.” You stammer. “But spending a day with an actor? Wow.” You breathe. “And here I didn’t even know there was going to be a prize when I donated the money.” You laugh. Everyone chuckles and you run a hand through your hair. “Wow. Well, it’s so nice to meet you.” You say, reaching your hand out to Adam. He smiles at you and shakes your hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Y/N.” ——— Adam and you sit on a swing in the park, eating SnoCones. “So, Y/N, tell me about yourself.” He says, watching you. “Well, I grew up around here with my mother. My father really wasn’t in the picture. I’d see him on holidays and stuff, but otherwise it was just my mom and me.” “Any siblings?” He questions curiously. You shake your head. “No. I’m an only child. I had an older brother that died before I was born. My mom doesn’t talk about him, so I don’t even know him. I don’t even know his name.” You frown. “Wow, that’s really sad.” Adam murmurs, eyebrows furrowed. “Yeah, I know it is. Anyway, after I was born, my mother didn’t want to take any more chances. So I just hung out with a lot of friends to make up for the loss of not having any siblings.” You shrug. “I was kind of an only child.” Adam states. Your eyebrows raise. “Kind of? How can you be kind of an only child?” “When I was a baby my parents put me up for adoption. I lived in an orphanage for a while and then I was in a foster home for a few years. Eventually my foster parents adopted me when I was 11. They had two children of their own, but we weren’t ever that close.” “Oh, I’m sorry, Adam. That’s terrible. May I ask why your parents gave you up for adoption?” You whisper. “The orphanage told me it was because they couldn’t provide for me at the time. They were a young couple and had barely any money to their name. They wanted to give me a life I deserved.” “Do you sometimes wish that they would’ve kept you instead of giving you up for adoption?” He nods. “A lot of the time. Then the rational part of me tells me that I wouldn’t have had a good life. They wanted to give me my best chance at a good life. If they knew it wasn’t going to be with them, I have to trust them, right?” You nod. “Would you ever want to reach out to your parents?” “I’ve thought about it. The orphanage knows who my parents are, so all I’d have to do is contact the orphanage. But...I don’t know. A part of me is scared. I don’t want to find out...” He trails off. “Because things might be different? The idea you built around your family might not be all you imagined it’d be?” He smiles at you and nods. “You get me, Y/N.” He laughs softly. You reach over and put a hand on his shoulder. “I don’t want to push you, but I think you should at least see who your parents are. Sometimes fear holds us back from the things that can propel us through life.” You say softly. Adam stares at you, thinking. “Would-would you want to come with me?” Your eyebrows furrow. “Come with you where?” To the orphanage. Right now.” “What?!” “Please, Y/N. I finally have the courage to go and it’s already slipping away. If I don’t do it now, I won’t do it ever.” You swallow. “Um, okay. Yeah. Yeah. I’ll go with you.” Adam and you grab an Über and then head to Adam’s orphanage a half an hour away. You stand outside the building with him. “Ready?” You ask, looking at him. He looks pale. “Ready.” He breathes, reaching for your hand. You squeeze his hand and you both walk into the building. When Adam enters, an old white-haired woman looks up. “Adam! My goodness, look at you!” She exclaims, hobbling over to him and hugging him. She pulls back and puts her hands on his arms, tears in her eyes. “Look how you’ve grown. Look at the man you’ve become.” She chokes out. Adam smiles. “It’s good to see you, Mary.” “What are you doing here?” She asks curiously. He swallows. “I’d like to know who my parents are. I want to find them.” Mary’s breath leaves her in a rush and she nods. “Follow me then.” ——— Mary flips through some files as Adam and you wait for her. She lands on Adam’s file and pulls it out. She takes a deep breath and looks at him. “Are you ready?” She asks. Adam grabs your hand and nods. “As I’ll ever be.” He mutters. She clears her throat. “Your mother is Elizabeth L/N and your father is Michael L/N. They were living in a suburb of the city a few miles away when they gave you up for adoption.” You drop Adam’s hand like it’s hot and your stomach falls. “Wait. Wait. Wait. Excuse me, but did you say Elizabeth and Michael L/N?” You ask, your heart pounding wildly. Mary looks at you over her glasses. “Yes, why?” She asks. You start breathing hard, feeling like you’re going to pass out. Adam looks at you. “What is it?” You turn to look at him. “They’re my parents.” You whisper. “What?!” Adam and Mary practically shout. “Those are my parents! Adam, you must be my older brother. You must be the son my mother would tell me about that died. That’s why she never talked about you. Never gave you a name. They gave you up for adoption right after you were born.” You whisper, tears in your eyes. “Oh dear.” Mary breathes. Adam and you stare at each other, tears streaming down your faces. “Y/N.” He says, his voice garbled, as he pulls you into his arms. You wrap your arms around him and cry. “All these years. All these years I was missing a brother I didn’t even know. All these years you and I were alone when we could have had each other.” You weep. Adam cradles the back of your head. “All these years wasted. Never again, Y/N. Never again will we be parted from each other.” He whispers. “This is the best prize I could ever ask for.” You say, pulling your head back to look at him. He wipes your tears away, giving you a watery smile. “It is like our souls knew, Y/N. They knew that we would find each other one day. And here we are.” “I love you, Adam.” You choke out. “I love you too, Y/N.” He cries out softly, before pulling you into his arms again tightly. Mary sniffs and fans her face, tears trailing down her cheeks. “Goodness, I’ll leave you two alone.” She says, before bustling out of the room as quick as she can. [THE END] I hope you liked it!