This is a future chapter of "The Book", but due to current experiences, I wrote it now versus later. I'll insert it in when the time comes. This is by no means the end, though. Things go on and on and on…
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Goodbyes
This was it. The end of the tour. The hardest part. As if saying goodbye to everyone, especially Allison, wasn't hard enough, Adam now had to say goodbye to Kris…forever. He knew exactly how it was going to happen. He had practiced it in his head a million times…
"Bye Kris."
"Goodbye, man…"
*hug*
"Kris?"
"Yeah?"
"Before you leave, I wanna tell you something. It's really important.
"Sure. Anything."
(pause)
"Kris, I love you."
(Kris smiles.)
"Me too."
*kiss*
But of course, there was always the more realistic reaction possibility…
"Kris, I love you."
(Kris gives Adam a disgusted look. And gives a nasty response…)
"Adam…we've been through this before…You know my motto. 'I only have a heart when its worth using.' Trust me, my heart won't be used because of you."
(Adam runs away crying.)
Well, maybe it was a little too extreme for Kris, but Adam knew that he had to brace himself for the harshest of rejections. But that quote, 'I only have a heart when its worth using', was what one of Adam's old crushes told him Adam asked if his crush would miss him when he moved to Hollywood.
And the answer: "I only have a heart when its worth using."
Adam was tired of being told that he wasn't good enough. That he was 'too annoying' or 'too ugly' or whatever crushing insult that Kris could add to the list.
Then again, there was the slight chance that it would play out like the first reaction, but come on? Seriously?
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Adam decided that it was time. All the planning and debating had led up to this moment. He would give Kris the book and explain what he felt. Everything about what he felt. Adam knew that it wasn't going to be easy. It wasn't going to be hard either. This was going to be excruciating. To hold nothing back, to let every detail come out. Be spoken instead of thought. Out loud instead of on paper. It was time.