**Authors Note**

None of these events actually happened, and I in NO WAY own Adam Lambert, Kris Allen, Tommy Joe Ratliff (Ahaha, don't I wish…) or anyone else involved in the fanfics. So I'm going to be doing 100+ one shots bouncing from Kradam to Adommy based on songs. Feel free to request. Oh, and ALL CREDIT goes to FirstLadyJonas, who gave me the idea with 100 Kradam Oneshots.

ENJOY! XXXOOO

Peace&Love

Okay, the first few probably won't be the best, because I'm not used to writing with a song as the theme (They also won't be too long to start off with)…Anyways, hope ya like, and please review! Xxx

Kradam

Gunnin' – Hedley

Requested by: My bestie in RL – Luv ya Twin! 3

Kris nuzzled Adam's neck, cuddled lazily into his side on the bed. "I love you babe." He yawned. Adam chuckled. "You too." When nearly an hour later Adam had finally fallen asleep, Kris slipped into the bathroom. It was always so hard to keep himself as skinny as he'd like with Adam, but he loved him. He didn't even pause as he grabbed his toothbrush and shoved the end down his throat. He gagged and leaned over the toilet as he retched.

The next morning Kris skipped breakfast, despite his baby's protests. "I'm not hungry." Adam shook his head and kissed his boyfriend. Kris smiled and kissed him back, feeling the older man's hand slide up his shirt. He blushed, having a brief panic attack that Adam would think he was fat. Adam's hand stopped and he pulled away, and Kris felt his eyes burn and his throat clench. He would think out of everyone Adam wouldn't care. It didn't help when Adam looked at him with wide eyes. "Kristopher Neil Allen, what the fuck?" He sounded scared and upset. "I can count every freaking one of your damn ribs! Baby, are you sick? What's wrong?" Kris was confused, but he let Adam fuss over him, but no matter how hard Adam tried or how much he begged Kris didn't eat all day.

Kris curled up next to Adam and grabbed his Diary that Adam always teased him about playfully.

'I'm freaking 130 lbs! I'm so fat, and Adam's so perfect…Gotta lose at least 30 lbs. in a few weeks.'

He put his Diary down and snuck into the bathroom, not hearing the rustling of pages as he grabbed his toothbrush and shoved it down his throat again. He clutched it in his hand while he threw up and wiped his mouth when he was done. He heard quiet footsteps and whirled around. Adam stood there. Kris dropped his toothbrush on the floor, brown eyes going wide. Adam looked confused and even a bit hurt. "Baby…why?"