Between You Two…
Chapter 1
'What Makes A Man?'
All of which will be in Adam's P.O.V:
I sunk my face under the sheets of the bed to this hotel room I will be staying with the rest of the Idols.
My life couldn't get any more complicated. I just finished as American Idol's 2009 runner – up of the year, how I wished that it was just a beauty pageant; then I don't have to be minding the tabloids.
Then the touring is just so stressful and were not even nearing the end. Being a married guy, or in my case; a married gay man is hard.
Having my husband in Europe and I'm back here in the sub regions of America. How hilarious? Getting sleep was another thing.
Only three to four hours of limited rest and we'll have to go out and scream our vocal chords until were left ----- speechless.
Guess what? My phone's ringing in this late hour; Eastern Standard Time.
'Here we are, in the best years of our lives.
With no way of knowing, when the
whee'll stop spinning cause we don't
know where we're going...'
A man like me is left with no choice but to take the call in the most alert way I could.
"Hello?" I answered.
"Hey baby," the man who called answered my question.
"Hey hon, what's up?" I sat up straight.
"Nothing, it's been a long time since you called Adam." he told me.
"Drake, you know I'm busy." I told him.
"I understand Adam, but it seems as if you're putting your career first over our marriage." he complained.
I hated it when he accuses me over nothing. But he does have a point, we just got married five months ago and now I'm leaving him like this? It is very stressful to be in his shoes.
"I know and I'm sorry, when all this is over, I'll make it up to you; I promise." I tried to calm him down.
"Okay Adam, but I will call in a few days from now. I have put up a plan for us." Drake said.
"I'll look forward to that." I told him.
"Alright, now you need your rest. Goodnight baby, I love you." he said.
"Goodnight honey; I love you too." I said.
"Okay," he said and hangs up.
Not so surprised to hear my husband calling, it's rather a normal thing for married couples like us. Making sure that your spouse is alright.
Hearing his voice made things better, it always does. But it's not only him; there is one more thing, there is someone else… Allison.
Boy that girls amazing. Out of all the cheesy ones I've seen, she's simply like no one else. A delicate flower in the festive months of spring and an evening rose in the dark misty hours of dawn.
I've completely fallen for the lass since the day I saw her. Such a shock this girl had given me, and I don't know why but there's just something under those hazel brown eyes of hers.
When she smiles, it just melts my heart and brings a little bundle of joy. I maybe crazy for thinking of her instead of my dear husband.
Drake and I had been fighting over her. He just doesn't understand the relationship I have with her. Nothing romantic under my observation so why be jealous?
I tried to repeat myself for the countless time but he wouldn't listen. I guess that's just how it works, marriage is a little confusing and I don't have the guts to explain why.
I settled my phone near the side table and just when I was about to close my eyes, a knock was heard from the inside of my room.
"Aaahh!!!" I screamed and went on, "what do you want from me?"
I am forever tired and everyone just keeps getting in the way between me and this thing called sleep.
Standing lazily, I got to the door and undid the lock. The door was opened and in front of me was an unstoppable Allison Iraheta.
"Alli, it's late. What are you doing here?" I asked.
"Well I cant sleep and I wanted to ask you a very important question." she smiled, her eyes widening like the bosom of a robin.
"Shoot!" I said and rubbed my eyes, stepping a little backwards for her to enter my paradise.
"Can you…" she grinned before yelling, "tell me what your favorite animal is???"
"What?" I asked, "you woke me up to ask that ridiculous question????"
She rolled her eyes and bit her bottom lip, squinted those gorgeous eyes; let's say twice in a lap of seconds before giggling, "Well duh, that's what I asked. And besides, you weren't sleeping, you were talking to Drake."
"How did you know that?" I asked her with a motion of scratching my head.
"Because I heard you talking to him." she smiled at me innocently.
"You've been eave's dropping on me?" I raised my brow.
"Yeah I placed my ear to the door like this, "she showed me how, "but it's nothing bad."
I just shook my head and laughed at this lady in front of me.
"There is simply no one in the world like you." I smiled at her.
"Sure," she said; never paying attention to my unique compliments, "what's your favorite animal?"
"Let's see… hmmm.. I love the rooster." I said.
"The what? You love that, I thought it was cats?" she asked me.
"Cat's to, but cocks are awesome and big.. and they always have their head high; stuff like that."
"Yeah, awesome and big; just like yours." she smirked at me and my eyes grew wide.
"Excuse me," I managed to ask.
"Your excused," she smiled before sitting down with me.
"Why do you have to put such philosophy in everything Iraheta?" I asked.
"Because I want to be a philosopher Lambert." she had a cheeky grin on her face.
"So why exactly are you here Alli, hmm?" I asked, wrapping an arm around her.
"I just wanted to know if everything's alright, if you're alright?" she looked at me with serious dodging eyes.
"I'm fine Alli, I appreciate the concern." I kissed her hand but she pulled it away and placed it on my right cheek instead.
If there's anyone I couldn't fool, then it's her.. and Drake ofcourse.
She looked at me, I know she could tell what was hidden behind my smiles and laughter's, she knew it all and I had no idea how.
"Don't lie to me Adam, I know you." she squabbled, "you're not feeling alright, is there a problem with you and Drake?" she asked; simply seducing me with the gentle strokes she had been playing for the past one hundred twenty seconds.
I sighed and breathed what must be said, "He's just worried about me and how my career is affecting our marriage big time."
"It's gonna be okay Adam, all you have to do is convince him that against all odds, he's the first on your list." she advised; and I must say for a young girl, such great wit had been bestowed upon her. "You just have to make him feel that way."
"Thank you baby girl," I hugged her, "I'll take your advice and we'll see where this will take us."
"Goodnight Adam, sleep well." she kissed me on the cheek and with a snap of a finger, she's gone.
I closed the lights and was finally given the chance to rest in peace; but not die. Now that nobody was bothering me, another thing was.
Her voice. Echoing everywhere, around the four corners of this room, I can hear her, feel her, I could see this girl of mine.
Her silent words echoes, "All you have to do is convince him that against all odds, he's the first on your list."
That was so hard to do, especially when you feel that the love you're going to give to that certain someone doesn't fully deserve that kind of love from you?
I'm a married guy and up to now, in the age of twenty –seven I'm not yet satisfied. I love Drake but something just gets to me.
I freak myself out with myself. I feel all around crazy about everything. Losing control is one thing why I don't like to take adrenaline.
But the thing is, there's some connection between this coaster and the girl. Allison is somewhat the missing puzzle to my chapter.
And that's the problem, it cant be her; it should be Drake in the first place. Everything is going wrong and I cant hide it… not to her.
She knows my every move; I feel being followed by her lost soul. Even without permission being granted from her body.
Of all the things to worry about, it's this thing called love. And I'm caught up with different ropes, pulling me in directions when all I want is one.
With her, it feels like another chapter had opened up in my story. I feel like I could reach the ends of the world by just staying with her til eternity.
But would God abide by my rules that keep me from going on?
I try so hard to remind myself that I am but of a married man to someone I love dearly. But the other thought that I have feared for a million times keeps clashing with my reminder.
The question, 'against all odds, who's the first on your list?'
And I fear and scare myself that I have no answer but to say nothing but the truth and only the truth. And that is to answer, "She is the first; against all odds."
'I wish I could just make you turn around, turn around and see me cry
There's so much I need to say to you, so many reason's why..
You're the only one who really knew me at all.'