NOTES: Hi guys! So… Some of you asked me to translate my FanFic- High School Intricacies (which I was writing in Polish), into English so you could read it too. Well… here is first chapter! If you liked it, tell me. Cause I'm gonna continue writing this in Polish, but translating it is hard so I need your backup to continue this translation. Hope you'll enjoy it! :)

Adam's POV

When we finally arrived it was already dark. The street seemed to be asleep in a deep, calm, summer rest. Subdued streetlights lightening roadside trees, blinking, colorful lights from TV screens, here and there in some houses in the neighborhood. The night air was stuffy and humid. From time to time I could hear a bat flying by or some grasshoppers. Everything was in a sweet, quiet lethargy. This city has his own spell around.

I took two random suitcases out from the boot and once again took a deep breath of my new home. I looked at white house with a 'sold' sign in front of it. Burbank seems to be a friendly and calm city. Maybe it's just a pretence but I wanted to keep this first view for those times when I'll start to doubt that moving out was good idea.

We moved here from San Diego. My mom got a new job here. She didn't want to move out at first, but I really wanted to. It wasn't a big issue for me. I wanted to meet new people, see new places… Maybe even start a whole new life. It make sense, right? Cause… why not? So after a few months of making decisions, looking for a new house and convincing family that we're gonna be all right… We moved to California.

I grinned like an idiot. I'm in fuckin' CALIFORNIA!

I took those suitcases and moved my ass into the house. Whole hallway was encumber with luggage. My parents and my little brother, Neil, were sitting in living room talking about how beautiful our new house is. I went upstairs to look for the best room. Almost everything was made of some dark brown wood. At the end of the hallway there was a bathroom and a big, spacious room. But I was looking for something else. Mom told me, there is one room with own bathroom. I had to find it. Growing up boys needed own bathrooms! Can you imagine sharing one bathroom with younger brother? What if he'd start to play with my hair straightener? And, oh my God, my makeup stuff! What, if he'd use all my eyeliner or hair spray? I can't let this situations happen!

I opened the door to the room on the other side of the corridor. It was a quite big room with a big bed with a canopy, two huge windows and another door. I opened them slowly. Bathroom!

I heard someone's breath. I turned around and saw my little brother with wide opened eyes.

'I take it! It's mine!' I said before he could say anything.

'It's not fair! You can't just take it. It has a bathroom!' He huffed.

'I can. I'm older than you, I have more needs and…' 'Yeah, yeah, you need a bigger mirror to put your makeup.' He said poking his tongue at me.

I started laughing.

'Yeah? This is what you want? You better run, cause when I catch you…' I grabbed him and went downstairs with a laughing and screaming boy on my shoulder.

'I bet it's yours.' I said looking at my laughing parents. 'I kindly ask you to control him when I'm gonna use my own beautiful bathroom.'

Neil grimaced when mom pet his hair. He always do.

'So boys, how do you like our new house?' Dad asked.

'It would be better if I had my own bathroom.' Mumbled Neil.

'In a couple years Adam's gonna move out and you'll be able to took his room.' Mom said. Something bright showed up in boy's eyes. He smiled happily.

'Well… I think it's time to record a voice mail message! Who wants to be the one? Neil?'

Boy pushed the button and waited till he heard a ring. 'Lambert's house here. Please, leave a message after the ring.'

We heard another ring and the message was played back. Lambert's house here. Please, leave a message after the ring. Beeep.

'Great! I think it's time to sleep now. Take your luggage to your rooms. Goodnight, boys. And… thank you. For moving out with me. I know it was hard to leave everything behind you and start new life from the beginning in another city.' Mom smiled slightly.

'Stop it, mom. It's gonna be fun here!' Said Neil as he went upstairs to his room.

'Everything's gonna be all right, mom. We're gonna be all right. Don't worry. Tomorrow I'm gonna go to school, maybe even I'll join theatre club of this place. Goodnight, mom.' I kissed her on her cheek and she pet my hair.

I like when she do this. It's a nice feeling, when someone's lightly rubbing your head with their fingertips, playing with strands of your hair.

I said goodbye to my dad and took my luggage upstairs. I removed my makeup, changed into a pair of grey sweatpants and a white undershirt. I jumped onto my new bed. I fell asleep right in the moment when my head touched a soft mattress. But just a second before I thought… What if it's not gonna be that easy to find new friends among people who know each other for so long?

NOTES: I do not own Adam Lambert or Tommy Joe Ratliff. None of this situations ever happened in real life, the whole story is just an effect of my imagination.