It all happened so fast. The minute the producers set up Adam and Kris in the same room, thye knew something would happen. The music had a sort of magic for them and drew them together closer than most family members. It was amazing how much they could see. Well, except for Kris and Adam. They just believed in friendship.

"No, I think it should be more of a G chord" Adam sighed, trying to work out the bugs of his rendition of 'Ring of Fire'. Kris groaned and closed the piano.

"We've tried that! It wasn't good enough then, either!" He dropped his head on to the top of the piano. Adam rose up off the floor and joined him on the stool. He opened up the keys and Kris raised an eyebrow.

"We always work better together. Please don't get frustrated." Adam touched his hand gently, making him jump.

"I know," Kris slowly pulled his hand from underneath Adam's and inched away. He was always too close to him.

"I just don't understand why you worry so much about this. It always sounds great." Adam laughed loudly.

"It's always great, yes, but it doen't have enough..Adam in it yet" He grinned. Kris smiled slightly.

"Well, then you should just work on the piano. I got to get some sleep." Kris yawned. Adam hugged him slightly.

"I'll be there in a few," Kris got up and started to walk down the hall.

"Sweet dreams!" Adam called after him. Kris grinned back in response. However he was too far away to hear Adam whisper "I love you.".

When he woke up, Kris immediately noticed Adam's bed was untouched. His sparkly black pilows were still sitting perfectly on the bed, not on the floor. He yawned and stretched slightly. He was probably still working intensely on his arrangement. He dressed quickly in a pair of jeans and a tight, dark brown T-shirt. He checked his clock to see it was jsut passed ten. It was pop-tart time! He walked out of the room, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He noticed the other contestants sitting in the TV room, watching cartoons and flipping to the news. Adam slept quietly on the piano. A smile and slight blush rose to Kris, catching him in this vunerable position made him anxious. He walked to the kitchen and poured himself a glass of orange juice and grabbed his special box of strawberry pop-tarts. He walked back to the piano and placed a pack of pastries by his arm.

"Adam? It's time to wake up." He whispered. Adam slowly opened his intensly blue eyes to see Kris' grin. He sat up slowly, stretching, and pulling a frown.

"Morning." He sighed. His eyeliner was smudgy and his foundation and cover-up had worn off. His hair was not perfect but on him the 'just rolled out of bed' look was perfect. Kris knew this to be the real Adam.

"Morning, I bought you pop-tarts." Kris laughed. Adam grinned excitedly and tore into the package. The two Idols then walked to the TV room together.

Allison stared at the boys as they zombie-walked into the TV area. Sitting next to each other, they spoke in hushed whispers about...Who only knew what. It was strange, Allison thought, Adam was only comfortable either in his overdone costumes and singing or when he was wearing a lot of make-up. Yet he sat here in front of Danny, who was offended by his flamboyency, in smudged make-up and unclean clothes just to talking with Kris. She sighed, hoping to find someone who loved her as much as that. Danny just rolled his eyes and went back to the news.

"So I think I got the arrangement set." Adam broke off a piece of the pastry before delicately placing it on his tongue.

"Yeah? How does it sound?" Kris jsut bit into his which made Adam smile.

"You'll just have to find out tonight." He giggled. Kris chuckled slightly before catching Danny's glaring eye. He got up, making a deliberate exit after making a horrible homosexual slur. Allison was thankfully the only one to hear. However Adam still felt the cold shoulder and felt very unappreciated.

"Hey Adam," Allison smiled, trying to take his mind off of things, " Will you do my make-up tonight?"

"Of course honey! I was jsut about to start mine for rehearsal." Adam finished up his pop-tarts and left Kris to fend for himself. Not wanting to be alone, he went to the phone room to make a call home.

***

"So honey," Adam was completely dressed up in his glitter black, chains, and big, black boots. "What are you thinking?"

"Maybe a red, to match my hair?" She batted her eyelashes, making Adam laugh. Kris walked in to their room to start getting ready for the show.

"Hey Kris." Allison smiled while Adam prepared his pinky-red eyeshadow.

" Hey kids. How goes it?" He replied while taking off his shirt. Adam's gaze drifted slowly to Kris' long fingers unbuttoning his jeans and slowly pulling down the zipper. Before he knew it, Allison was pulling Adam's eyes back to her make-up.

"It's going good, and you?" Adam cleared his throat and started to paint the colour on Allison's lids.

"I'm nervous." He slid into his 'lucky' jeans.

"Why? You know you're going to win!" Allison said softly.

"Ha! Adam will."

"Phshya! We are all sure-fire winners." Adam grinned, going back to their original deal. They felt like they were going to be top three. They weren't sure how, but they were all going to win.

By the time Kris was ready, they all were. They just had to go to the performance hall now.

Kris felt uneasy about watching Adam. He had all this anxiety about performing and trying not to get voted off. For Adam to just get up on stage, acting, no...knowing he had the top spot and screw around with everyone's minds, ugh. He gyrated his hips and flashed that small bit of skin, making Kris squirm in his seat and probably made thousands of girls and guys scream at home. Who did he think he was? Making Kris question all his morals and things. It just wasn't right. Kris needed to find his inner fighter and win this competition.