Hey there. So this is a High School AU with Adam and Tommy.
Just so you know, I own no one. Absolutely no one. Clear? Thought so.
Anyways, I hope you enjoy chapter one! :)

Another New Beginning

"I don't know if I can take this shit much longer."

"Aww honey, you know kids are ignorant. You only have this year left and then you don't have to deal with it anymore." Danielle was sitting in Adam's room, listening to him complain about shit from school. This was turning into a weekly occurrence, simply because he had red hair. She was sitting back against the headboard on his bed, comforting him as much as possible while he laid his head on her stomach.

"I know, I know, but there's still 5 months left of the fucking school year and I'm sick of people complaining because I'm different. Could you imagine if anyone found out I'm gay? I would probably be killed!" Adam sat up and looked at his best friend, the only real friend he had, and she didn't even go to his school. The idea tortured him and he had a concerned look on his face.

"Don't think about that ok. We already went through this. You're going to wait until you're out of high school before you come out." It was almost becoming repetitive. Danielle always told him the same things to try and comfort him. She just didn't know what else to tell him. She pulled her long brown hair into a pony-tail as she stood up from the bed. "Sweetie, I have to get going, but you'll be fine, ok? We'll hang out again on the weekend. Be sure to call me though beforehand so that we can figure out what we're going to do."

"Alright. Maybe we can see a movie or something?" Adam got up to follow her downstairs to the front door.

"Yeah, that sounds like a great idea!" She smiled at him and gave a small peck on his cheek before walking out to her car.

Adam waved as she pulled out of the drive-way then closed the door. He walked up to his room so he could relax for a bit, preparing himself for another Monday at school the next day.

"THOMAS! You get your motherfucking ass down here right now!" Tommy's step-father was screaming for no particular reason, yet again. Tommy was desperately trying to organize shit so he would be prepared for starting at a new school tomorrow.

"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT?" Tommy hated when his step-dad was like this, probably drinking again. It's a fucking Sunday and the man can't stay sober for longer than a few hours, which was while he slept.

"Don't you use that tone with me. Get down here, you little piece of shit!" Tommy rolled his eyes. He had every intention of going downstairs, but not to speak with Charles, or Chuck (the lame-ass nickname whatever friends he had called him).

Tommy made his way downstairs, dressed in skin-tight jeans and a black hoodie, wearing his usual amount of eye make-up that pissed Charles off more. Tommy enjoyed pissing the man off. It gave him satisfaction, even if it meant more verbal abuse from the man.

He got downstairs and walked right past his step-dad, who was red all over with anger, and headed for the door. He didn't make it all the way there before getting a smack upside the head.

"Where the fuck do you think you're going? And what the fuck are you wearing? What did I say about wearing that pansy ass shit on your face?" Tommy was rubbing his hand on the back of his head. It was still stinging and burned a little. He turned to face his step-dad, gave him the finger, and then threw the front door open and stormed out of the house. He walked for a while, no-particular destination in mind seeing as it was starting to get dark and Sundays weren't very eventful. He just pulled out a pack of smokes and sat down on the curb. He was starting at yet another new school tomorrow. He usually rotated every few months simply because of fights or getting caught smoking pot on the school grounds. Whatever, he didn't really care anymore.

MONDAY

Adam was sitting in his English class, listening to the teacher drone on and on about grammar and assignments. They were just getting back from the Christmas holidays and everyone was having trouble settling down because of all of the new, expensive stuff they got. Adam's family didn't have much money, and he didn't really talk to anyone unless he had to. He was looking over his book that was on his desk in front of him when he heard someone walk in.

"Hey. Yeah I'm starting new today. Here's the note from guidance or whatever." Adam's eyes shot up as he saw the petite little blond boy talking to the teacher. He was wearing skin-tight jeans and a long sleeve, black shirt. What startled Adam the most was the fact that this boy was wearing make-up, and he looked damn good with it too. His hair was different, styled in a way he never really seen before, almost like a Mohawk, but the hair flopped down and covered half of his face and was bleach blond. Adam kept his eyes on the boy as he went and took a seat at an empty desk a few people over.

"Ok class, welcome Mr. Thomas Joe Ratliff."

"Uh, ma'am. It's Tommy please. Or TommyJoe." Adam was looking over at Tommy now, and Tommy caught his gaze for a brief moment before sitting back in his desk and started texting on his phone, completely oblivious when the teacher re-introduced him then started her lesson again. Adam noticed in the brief moment he met Tommy's eyes that he had nice brown eyes, but they were all blood-shot and he looked sleepy. So his name is Tommy, and obviously he's one of those pot-heads, but damn is he pretty. Adam couldn't help glancing over at Tommy every once in a while throughout class

Tommy was utterly bored and stoned as fuck throughout his whole first day of classes. That's just the way he dealt with things though. He could tell someone's eyes were on him constantly throughout that English class, but he kept himself occupied by texting his friend Mia. He wasn't even sure what they were talking about in the class. He looked up at one point and saw a tall red-headed guy looking at him, but he quickly jerked his head back to the front of the room once he saw that Tommy noticed. Tommy grinned to himself before going back to his mini convo on his phone.

Once the bell rang, Tommy headed over to the red-headed boy and as he got closer he could see he was covered in freckles, wearing blue denim jeans and a black, loose-fit t-shirt. He looked down at the boy as he stood in-front of his desk. The boy was still packing up his books. "Did you see something you like, or do you just like staring at the new kids?"

Adam almost jumped out of his chair. He didn't even notice when Tommy had walked over to him. His face turned scarlet as he looked up at the blond standing in front of his desk. He wasn't sure what Tommy had said because he startled him and was still trying to organize his bag. "W-what?"

He saw Tommy smirk at him. "No seriously, I caught you looking at me. Or was I just seeing things?" This made Adam blush even more. How the hell was he supposed to answer a question like that? Way to put a guy on the spot, Tommy. He obviously gets a kick out of it.

"I was curious. I've never seen you before." Adam put his head back down as he stood-up, picked up his back-pack and started heading out of the classroom.

"What's your name?" Tommy went to leave the classroom after Adam. He didn't know anybody at this school, so he figured he might as well get one name. It was the least he could do.

"I-uh.. I'm Adam."

"Nice. See you around." Tommy went out of the classroom to head to whatever class he had next.

Adam watched Tommy take off down the hallway, weaving through students. All he could think was what the fuck was that? Obviously Tommy was from a whole different planet, but he couldn't help thinking just how damn cute the little fucker was.

Adam continued walking down the hallways to get to his next class, avoiding eye contact with people. That still didn't prevent assholes shoving him or talk about him behind his back. Well, it wasn't technically behind his back because they said it loud enough so he could hear random names thrown around him as he walked. He hated when people called him ginger, especially when they said it to hurt. He tried not to let it get to him, but sometimes it was too much.

"Hey, Mia. I'm coming over. … No, I'm not going home tonight. … I know, he's being a prick and-… alright well can we at least grab some food? … Alright, meet me in ten." Tommy was always trying to find somewhere else to go because he hated going home. He knew his step-dad was there and it just wasn't working. He always felt hostile about going home. He liked staying at Mia's, especially since her father was fucking Steve Tyler. He would never get over that. But he liked Mia, and they've been best friends forever. Tonight, however, she was busy so he would stay somewhere else, probably at John's. After he got off the phone with her he headed over to their usually place to eat.

Once he arrived he could see she was sitting at a booth already waiting for him. Her red hair was all over the place as she tried looking through the menu.

"I don't know why you bother looking at that thing. You always end up getting the same thing." Tommy sat down across from Mia and picked up a menu for himself. He glanced it over, but he pretty much had the thing memorized.

"Yeah well sometimes I think I might get something new!" Mia put the menu down and looked at Tommy with a roll of her eyes. "So what are you going to do? You have your dad's money and you just turned 18 a couple months ago. You realize you can move out right?"

"Yeah, I know. I've already started looking. This one place said they would call me back this week. If I get it, I can move in this weekend." Tommy had turned 18 back in October and has been trying to find somewhere to live outside of his house. His mother was never home and Charles was always home, so he knew he couldn't stay there.

"That's great! I'm sure they will call you."

"Yeah yeah. I just hope it's fucking soon. I don't know how much longer I can stay in that hell-hole." Tommy sat back on the booth with his arms crossed over his chest. He looked around the diner for some sign of a waiter. He was fucking thirsty.

"Yes I know, babe. How was your first day today?" Tommy looked back at her and rolled his eyes.

"The same as always. I was fucking stoned though, so better than normal. Some guy named Adam kept watching me in English." Tommy looked away from Mia as the waiter came over. They ordered their drinks and Mia looked over at Tommy.

"What do you mean this guy was watching you?"

"I dunno. He was sitting a few desks away from me. I could feel someone looking at me and when I looked up, I saw him. I talked to him about it after, and he said he was just curious. Ha." Tommy laughed a little as he recounted his meeting with Adam earlier.

"Sounds like you were curious. What did you think of him?" Mia was watching Tommy now. She knows his reputation, so that probably means this boy's going to get hurt.

"I dunno. Red-hair and freckles. He's really tall. Not really my type." Tommy wasn't paying attention anymore. He started playing with his drink, but when Mia said the next sentence, He looked right at her and glared.

"I don't even know whether you're straight or gay anymore Tommy. You bounce around and no one can hold you down long enough for anything to be considered an actual relationship." Mia knew that once she said that she was going to get a mouthful. But she was kind of surprised when Tommy didn't jump over the table.

"Fuck off Mia. I don't know why you have to label anything. I see something I like and I take it. What more do you need? It doesn't mean they need to be there the next morning." So he was a bit of a whore. He didn't like getting close to people, which evidently means he sure as fuck wasn't going to date anyone.

Mia just sighed. The waiter came back and they ordered their food and sat in silence. The food came and went and Mia drove Tommy to another friend's place so he could stay the night.