I know im writing another story, but I want to write two! It is basically the Kradam journey though American Idol. No romance, just friendship. Sorry but Danny will be a jerk in this. It's not anything against him, it just fits in the story! Helps the kradam part.
(Hollywood week)
Kris emerged from the bathroom to see a man standing at the doorway of his room. He has a black fedora on and was peering around the room curiously.
"Hello," Kris said warmly, walking over to the man.
"Yo, dude!" the man exclaimed, seeing Kris, "I'm Matt Giraud. It's French. You can call me Mattie though," Kris chuckled. Matt seemed nice enough.
"So I'm guessing you're my roommate," Kris said.
"Well if this is yo room, then we be roomies!" Matt responded happily, "I am starving! How about you? Let's go get some chow!" Kris agreed and followed Matt out of the door down to the lobby.
"I think they are having a buffet thing in the dining room," Kris said, seeing the stream of contestants going into the dining room. Matt nodded and walked into the dining room. Kris and Matt got in line, and he and Kris made pleasant small chat the whole. Once at the end, Matt spotted a group of good-looking girls at a table.
"Hey, man, wanna go see some chicks?" Matt asked, winking. Kris held up his ring finger and chuckled.
"I don't think so," Kris smiled at Matt. Matt shrugged, tipped his fedora and walked briskly over to the girls. Kris sighed and looked around. He wished Katy was here. He didn't know anyone, and was probably going to end up sitting by himself. Suddenly there was a tap on his shoulder. Kris found himself looking at a chest, hugged by a tight v-neck.
"Hey man, you look lost," a voice said warmly from above the chest, "Do you want to sit with me?" Kris slowly raised his head to see a face smiling warmly at him. The man had dark black hair and the most incredible blue eyes Kris had ever seen. The eyes had dark eyeliner smudged underneath them.
"Um, sure," Kris responded, realizing he had no one else to sit with. Kris followed blue-eyes to an empty table in the back.
"I'm Adam," blue-eyes introduced, holding out his hand. Kris noticed some chipped black nail polish on his fingernails.
"I'm Kris," Kris mumbled, awkwardly biting into his hamburger, "Okay, this is disgusting." Adam chuckled.
"Here, want some of my salad? It's okay," Adam pushed the plate forward.
"Are you sure?" Kris asked cautiously.
"Yep," Adam smiled politely, "So, you're married?" Adam eyes flitted to Kris' ring. Kris nodded, his mouth full of Adam's salad.
"Yep. Very recently. September, actually." Adam's eyes widened.
"Wow, that is recent! Does she want you to be on Idol?"
"Yeah!" Kris responded quickly, "Well, I don't think it what she had planned, but she just wants me to be happy." Adam nodded understandingly, "Do you think you will ever get married?" Adam shrugged.
"Um, maybe," Adam stared at his salad, "Only a few states I could do it in though." Kris furrowed his brow in confusion, staring at Adam. Suddenly he realized.
"Oh," he mumbled, shoving more salad into his mouth. Adam sighed.
"If you want to go sit somewhere else, I get it. I'm used to that. High school wasn't fun,"
"Dude, I don't care," Kris assured Adam quickly, "I'm not homophobic or anything." Adam chuckled.
"You don't need to be homophobic to not want to sit with me. Lots of guys think that just because I'm gay I'm going to molest them or something. Idiots." Kris placed his hand lightly on Adam's shoulder.
"Adam," Kris said severely, "I know you won't molest me." Adam snorted and laughed loudly. Kris leaned against the back of his chair and laughed with him. Maybe Idol wouldn't be so bad.
