The life of Tommy Joe Ratliff
Chapter 1: No where fast
Disclaimer: Decided to make a lot of changes that are different from my other writings. Something that no one (I think) has really done before, Sorry it has taken for ever for any update period. It was pretty hard with school wrapping up, and my laptop breaking.
But I finally convinced my dad (by not telling him at all) that I can download this open office thing so I can update while my laptop is getting fixed, and as always; review and tell me what you think... and I DO NOT OWN Adam Lambert or Tommy Joe Ratliff, or any other person who happens to pop up in this story... No matter how much I wish I can own Adommy I do not... (:
Rated M, for language and later chapters
Life is full of ups and downs and turn around but my life is on a straight plummeting trip to no where fast; and no one is around to hear my screams.
My name is Thomas Joe Ratliff and welcome to this shit hole I call my life. Sunny California where all is good, happy, and oh give me a fucking break. If I can pack my shit up and move I would if I could...take the clothes that are on my back, my bass guitar, and freaking six pack that's all I need to survive.
But here I am in this same fucking bar, on this same fucking bar stool, in this same fucking shit ass state; drinking my pain away..for the moment. It has been four months since she dumped me...left me cold, alone, on an empty street. She said there was someone better, someone who wasn't afraid to get tied down.. Someone who I would knock the living daylights out of the second I seen them... Someone who wasn't me and it fucking hurt.
That night was the last time I seen her... It was like she never existed. Why did she walk into my life, just to walk straight back out? My mind grimaced at the flash back as I put the bottle to my lips... The room was blurry; I have no idea how long I've been sitting here... But judging by the spinning of the walls I'd say a pretty long time. I set the bottle back on the bar, and awaited for the next drink.
"Tommy... Tommy..." The gray haired man said from behind the bar, his eyes full of concerns he took the empty bottle and got rid of it.
"Tommy... don't you think you've had enough. I'm worried about you.
"I'll be...I'll..I...I'll be done whwwhen I say I'm done."
My voice came out in a slur and I extended my hand out for another drink... The gray haired man sighed and handed over another Corona.
Just then the bar door swung open and an odd group of people came in; there was three I think... or four...no wait... focus Tommy, there is three. I tried to make my eyes focus more as I took another swig of my beer... two of the members of the group sat in bar stools next to mine; as the other man walked over to the jukebox to choose a song...That one was tall...wore skin tight black pants, and lots and lots of leather; with dark raven hair, and a blue streak that shined even in the dim light. I don't have to be sober to know that he was a total flamer. All of a sudden he turned around and smiled...Shit, I thought. I got caught staring but dammn does that man look beautiful, beautiful? Seriously Ratliff what are you thinking! Maybe dear old Jesse here was right; enough, is enough.
"Well..Upseedaisys then..." I tried getting up, the whole room rushed between my eyes...then DARK...
"Oh my god..." The man by the jukebox ran over to me.
"Is he okay!" The man continued looking at the gray haired bartender.
The bartender looked at him amused then looked down at my body...
"Obviously he had to much to drink, and hit his head on the floor... He is out."
The raven haired one scoffed. "Well aren't you just a ball of sunshine and fucking rainbows." he spat.
"There is a person passed out cold on your floor and your okay with it!"
"Well, what do you want me to do about it.!" The bartender yelled getting fed up with the cocky raven haired person in front of him.
"Nothing...Monte...Longineu, help me" The raven haired called to his friends, for help.
"But Adam we don't even know where he lives..." Monte replied.
"Just help me..." Adam sighed.
"Tommy" the voice giggled.
"I've missed you... I..I am sooo sorry."
"Savannah?" My voice came out as a plea, my arms wrapping around her in a warm embrace...my whole body was warm and I felt complete with her arms around me...But wait they don't feel like her arms... my eyes shot open, and my head fucking hurt...
"Where am I" I still feel arms around me, and brisk walking..
"You had to much to drink" a voice answered. "You tried getting up and you hit your head on the floor... I didn't know where you lived, so my friends brought you to my place..." My eyes focused on the surroundings around me, then up at the person carrying me...It was the man from the jukebox at the bar... damn it...
"Um, thanks" I stammered " You really didn't need to do that."
"The bartender was fucking rude, I wasn't just going to let you lay there."
"Thanks," I said again as Adam opened another door this time I laughed.
"You know I can probably walk now?"
The raven haired man laughed too, his laugh was adorable...
"You could of mentioned that sooner, but to late here we are." he continued sitting down on an oversized bed. My eyes skimmed around the room. The walls were black as well as the floor; glitter was plastered everywhere...cute fluffy pillows...and feathers...
"What the fuck."
Adam laughed again. "Don't you like it?"
"I never seen anything like it before" and it was the truth, Adam smiled like he received the greatest compliment in the world and left.
"Hey wait" I called out in a daze. "Where are you going to sleep.!"
"On the couch, don't worry about it...see you in the morning... goodnight." Adam smiled turning off the light.
"Night." I replied taking off my creepers laying down. Who the hell is this guy? I don't even know his name, but he treats me like he's known me for years; I sort of feel bad for that flamer remark I thought about earlier. He really is a sweetheart, and fucking beautiful; damn Tommy... Seriously what is wrong with you! FUCK. What am I going to do!
