"Tall nonfat caramel machiatto, with whip."

"Venti Pike's Peak- black."

"Alright, will that be all for you today?" Carrie asked the odd-looking pair in front of her. One was an extremely hot, very masculine and super-tall guy- the one who ordered the plain coffee. When she managed to tear her eyes away from him, she glanced at the man with him. He was markedly smaller and more feminine than the first guy, with blonde hair, chipping black nail polish and dark liner. Speaking of nail polish... damn it, they were holding hands. Maybe, if just the taller one...

"Nope, that will be all, thanks." he said, snapping Carrie out of her daydream and handing her a Starbucks card with a wink. As she took it from him, she noticed the smaller one was practically bouncing an the balls of his feet. What was up with him? "Alright, you have 29.82 left on your card, we'll have your drinks right out." Watching the two walk away, she thought to herself "Well, now I've really seen it all..."

!!!

"Did you see the way she was making googly eyes at you?" Tommy asked Adam as soon as they walked away from the register. "Should I go rough her up? Tell her you're mine and I'm not willing to share?" Tommy said, throwing a few fake punches in the air, still bouncing around.

"Yeah, great idea, except did you notice you were shorter than her?"

tg"What does that have to do with anything?" asked Tommy, bottom lip stuck out in an exaggerated pout.

"Dude, what is up with you? I swear, you are bouncing off the walls!"

"I dunno. High. Low. Drunk. Hung over. All of the above. None of the above."

"Maybe she hasn't started making that sugar-loaded cup of artificial flavoring-" Here, Adam coughed into his arm 'Girl's drink'- "You call coffee yet. We could switch you to decaf."

"Noooooooooooooo... my coffeeeeeeeeeeeeee..." Tommy mock-wailed, ignoring the jab at his masculinity.

"I swear, one of these days I'm going to have you tested for ADHD, mark my words."

"'Kay."

"One tall non-fat caramel machiatto for Tommy?" called the barista. Tommy practically sprinted to the counter, grabbing his drink and running back to Adam.

"See? I got it. And guess what? It's not decaf, so HA!"

"And one Venti Pike's Peak for Adam?" Adam strolled up to the counter, where the same girl, Carrie her nametag said, handed him his drink.

"Thanks, babe." said Adam with a wink. Adam turned around to find Tommy missing. His eyes frantically searched the small store and happened to glance out the window where Tommy, coffee in hand, was rapidly pulling the handle to the passenger side of Adam's car repeatedly, obviously forgetting Adam had the keys. Adam strolled out of the store, unlocking the car as he went. By the time he got to the car and climbed in the driver's seat, Tommy was blasting music and had burned his tongue on his drink. "How does he do it?" Adam wondered, driving off.

A/N: Well, my document uploading has gone all screwy on me. -dislikes-

Hope you liked it, a little Adommy for my readers, I love you all to no end! Whenever you say keep writing, I get all tingly inside and grab my notebook with the hopes I have a story finished that I can publish for you.

Sitting here with Jasperlovesme as I type and publish this. She says hi! (You should check out her work. :))

Thanks so much for reading!!! If you have sent me a PM, favorited, followed or reviewed any of my stories, I LOVE YOU. :D

I don't own Adam or Tommy. If I did, For Your Entertainment would take on a whole new meaning. ;) (I love saying that.) I don't own Starbucks, if I did, I would be in heaven. -chugs Starbucks- I do, however, own Carrie, she was made just for this story for some outside view.

So fun times and happy fanfic-ing!

Love,

Jenna

Peace, Love, Happiness and Adam Lambert. :)