Here is the sequel to "Opposites Attract" :) This story is based off the song "You Found Me" by the Fray. Me and Bailey hope you enjoy. You're in for some twists ;) Bwahaa.
Adam's POV
"Allliiiii, I don't wanna go on this fucking date. It's fucking stupid, cliché, and a total risk for my love life!" I whined, crossing my arms and glaring at the redhead freaking out and throwing things around and what not. It was rather amusing to watch her shuffle back and forth, deciphering what and what I shouldn't wear. She was trying to find the "perfect" outfit for me for this godforsaken date she set me up on. Some stupid fucking blind date that I didn't even want to attend. I was done with men for now. I was Adam Lambert, and my love life wasn't the best thing simmering in the pot. It's not my fault I'm cursed when it comes to relationships, I just am! Sue me for not being the most fantastic fucker out there—okay, scratch that, I'm pretty amazing; I'm just not good with first dates and shit like that. Ain't my fucking fault! Blame my parents and past; my childhood for my messed up shit!
"Stop being a little bitch, Adam! How many of my gay guy friends are single and willing to find someone? Just you and Tommy, so I had no choice but to set you guys up! Besides, he fits your criteria! Short, elf-like, adorable…Intelligent and self-motivated. Hun, he's perfect for you…" Allison Iraheta replied, a giant smile gracing her plump lips. She was much more excited about this then I was which didn't make much sense considering I was the one going on the blind date. "Besides, you've been single ever since Drake left you and I'm sick of you moping around and retiring back into your emo shell! Remember when you never smiled?" she asked and I sighed, nodding and flashing back to that terrible duration of my life. When I just wanted everything to end and I just fucking had to slit my wrists to get rid of the pain. A smile didn't grace my lips for any reason, but that all changed, thank fucking god.
I sighed, slumping into the chair with the towel hanging loosely around my waist, my hair clinging to my face and I moaned in distress, staring at Alli as she held up a pair of zebra pants and pointed at my towel. I just got out of the shower she forced me to take so I smelt and looked nice for this little outing. I did smell fucking amazing, but I didn't want to do too much for someone I've never met before. This is ridiculous!
"Strip so I can dress you, Mr. Lambert!" she ordered and I sighed, tossing the towel to the side and slipping into a pair of boxers and grabbing the pants from her. I tugged them on (they were damned tight!) in a struggling effort, but eventually zipped them up and looked down at the slight bulge. The zipper ran right down the middle, and I thought it was a bit much, even for me and I was a performer that loved going all out and doing shit.
"Isn't this a bit…too seductive for a first date, Allison?" I asked and she laughed, grabbing a low V-neck shirt and tossing it to me. It was dark ebony with old glitter tossed carelessly on it. I didn't bother to wipe it off—you can never have too much glitter and that's a known fact.
"No way, boo! Tommy loves his men big. He may be small, but he likes being dominate, it's weird," she said, grinning wide as I slipped the shirt on a put on a gray, sparkly vest over that. I felt pretty sexy for staying in my house and not doing shit the last couple of days. After the tour and Idol, I didn't feel motivated to do much. My album is still being worked on, but I needed to find a band and shit like that. I just didn't feel like being stressed out again over the music. Don't get me wrong, music is my life ever since I started singing, but I needed some me time. Not saying I want to get emo again, but I still had that tortured part of me that needed to be left alone so I can reflect on things.
"So, how did you meet Tommy?" I asked, looking at her as she began to apply my make-up. Eyeliner, foundation, glitter, eye shadow and some lip-gloss were tossed on my bed and she picked each color carefully, making sure it all matched and accented one another.
"Oh, I've been friends with him since high school! Then he had to move away to like…Los Angeles or San Diego or something…We kind of lost contact, but then a mutual friend of ours, Mia Tyler, got us back together. She saw me on Idol and then she told Tommy, but this was all after the tour and everything so he couldn't see us on the show, but anyway," she dabbed some black eye shadow on my upper lid, "we got together…" With a smile, she pulled back, fixing my black, short and choppy hair. "We met up a couple months ago and he wasn't gay when he left high school, but he explained to me that he fell head over heels for this one guy, but then the prick totally bailed on him!" Allison said, finishing fixing up my hair and grabbing my favorite pair of boots from under my bed.
"Wait, this guy just left him? How, like…Did Tommy do something bad?" I asked, intrigued by this story as Alli wiped off the dust from my black and glistening pointy boots. I grabbed them from her, tugging them on and pushing my pants into them, making them look even tighter and slicker then they already were.
"No…It's weird; Tommy doesn't want to talk about it, but he'll give the overview, but not the vivid details, ya know? Like…all I know is that he moved from Burbank, fell for this guy in high school who had a dirty little secret—which he also won't tell me, and then, when him and his boy toy were about to get it on or something, the kid bailed on him because his mom walked in or something, I don't know…" Allison said and I gasped, feeling completely sympathy for Tommy. That sounded terrible! I knew I would never do something like that, but the story sounded vaguely familiar. I'm not sure why; maybe I saw it in a movie or something, but hearing all that kind of made me want to meet the badass that experienced that.
"Well, I'm not gonna pester him about that…But I didn't even want to go on this date, you know. I just wanted to stay home, eat mint ice cream, and watch Velvet Goldmine—"
Allison screamed, "THAT'S TOMMY'S FAVORITE MOVIE TOO! YOU GUYS ARE SO FUCKING PERFECT FOR EACH OTHER!" she exclaimed and I jumped, putting on a couple rings and a necklace. She came up and gave me a hug, grabbing my hand and walking out of my apartment that I locked up as we made our way to the elevator. She snuggled into me with a huge ass smile. "You both have so much common…Neither of you will tell me about you past!" she whined and I chuckled, rolling my eyes. Yea, as if I was gonna tell her about my abusive parents and my little fling in high school. Fat—fucking—chance, Allison! I love you, baby, but I don't want you to be sucked up in all this shit.
"Nothing special, I promise!" I said, smiling and walking off the elevator with her, towards the glass doors that excited out of the complex that held my apartment. I smiled, opening it up for her and walking over to the black Ford that I had gotten from David Cook during American Idol. That's initially how I met Allison and my world was turned upside down. In a good way of course, I would never want to go back to my youth years.
When I was younger, I had fucking abusive parents and I just wanted to kill myself because it all fucking sucked and I hated every minute of it. Nothing went right for me and I was picked on in school. Then, like fucking luck, I met this angel in high school; I'm not entirely sure of his name, I forgot it (listen, I was like…eighteen, or seventeen, it was like ten years ago, okay?) and then I had to leave. Everything that was happening was just too overwhelming and I couldn't handle it anymore. So I dropped out of high school and made a living doing theatre, then I auditioned for American Idol, and now here I am. In addition, I'm happier than ever! I use to never smile, now look at me! Fucking as happy as can be. Sure, there are always bumps in the road, but nothing compared to what I use to have to go through.
I got into the driver's side with Alli in the passenger's seat. "Where we going?" I asked and Allison grinned.
"To the movie theaters. He wanted to see a new movie…I think…Like…Halloween or something, I don't know. He loves fucking gore. His arm is tattooed with nothing but horror movies and John—fucking—Wayne."
I gulped, putting the image of this man in my head. Mean-looking, burly, fat and—no, Alli said he was short and elf-like. I can't make an assumption already, that's rude.
She kept talking about him and I just smiled as we drove to the movies. When we finally arrived, I got out of the car, and Alli said he would be by the front gates. I nodded and she took my car, leaving me to go meet this mystery man, but I trusted her judgment.
I began to walk towards the doors, my boots clicking when a small figure came into view. From what I could tell, he was wearing big sunglasses, his lips were pushed out into a pout, and his arms were crossed. He was wearing a short, navy-blue shirt and sure enough, his muscly arms were coated in tattoos. But he was short nonetheless. He turned his head and must have spotted me, and a small smile crossed his lips. After removing his sunglasses, I noticed that his eyes and his face seemed somewhat familiar, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Whatever. I smiled, holding my hand out which he took in a strong grasp as we shook.
"Hi, Tommy. I'm Adam Lambert."