Tommy's P.O.V

It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair the way he looked at him, they way the held each other's hands. It wasn't fair the way they whispered to each other, the way they kissed. That is was him, and not me in his arms at night. He didn't love him the way that I could. Adam could do so much better than that. I'M so much better than that, and it shouldn't be the way that it is.

I sat on my bed with my knees against my chest. My legs seized with pain. I'd been sitting here for God knows how long. I scoffed at how goddamn pathetic I was

'You're so dumb Tommy' I thought 'Why did I think Adam would even care about me? He kissed me once, and he was only caught up in the song.'

"God, I'm such a fucking idiot..." I whispered to myself.

I glanced at the clock through my peripheral vision- 10:53 pm. I was sitting alone, on my bed, on the verge of tears on a Friday night, at 10 to 11. A Friday. I tried to blink back the tears forming in my eyes, but they still fell onto my hands. I wiped them away, and stared at the black smudges on my fingers from the now running eyeliner.

I wished so much that Adam would burst through the door, right on cue, like the superhero, saving the day. Roll credits. ROLL CREDITS.

Damn... Wishful thinking Tommy. Great idea. It'll never happen, he doesn't love you.
"Shut it, conscience" I said to myself angrily

I slowly unclenched myself from my makeshift fetal position on the bed. I sat up slowly, my elbows cracking from not moving for close to two hours. My feet hit the carpeted floor, and I groaned quietly in pain. Not just for my limbs, but for my heart too. I looked back at the clock- 11:07. I wasn't sure what sitting up was gonna do me, but I figured it might do something. I unwillingly got up, and walked across my bedroom to the door. I stopped before turning the handle. I looked back at the bed, somehow expecting that Adam would be there.

What're you thinking Tommy? That you were only imagining that he's in love with somebody else?

"Seriously conscience. Shut the fuck up" I said, barely loud enough for even me to hear. Maybe I did think that. Maybe I thought that I was only dreaming it, and that I would wake up sometime soon. Wake up with his arms wrapped around me like I've always wished they were. Wake up, and tell him how stupidly in love with him I am. And have him call me his Glitterbaby, like I've always wished he would call me.

"Why won't you walk through that door Adam? Don't you care?"