I could hear Bella laughing at Kara DioGuardi and "Bikini Girl" from the living room. She was enjoying her weekly dose of her favorite show, "American Idol." Of course, her favorite contestant was Adam Lambert. She was also a fan of Danny and Allison, but she despised Kris. I didn't like him all that much either; he was too . . . generic. I was in the kitchen, playing chess with Alice, but also keeping tabs on Bella.
This week's Wednesday episode was more important than the rest. It was the two-hour finale. Bella was ecstatic. She was so sure that Adam would win, but Alice and I knew better. I strongly believed that Kris didn't deserve to win, especially since the voting was rigged, but I was much more worried about Bella's reaction to Adam not winning. I secretly harbored a hunch that she had a slight crush on him, and she would be devastated when Ryan announced the results. I knew from Alice that she would first be extremely sad, and then her temper would flare up and she would become unbearably angry. I knew her so well.
But I left her alone, letting her believe that Adam would win for a while longer. I only wanted her to be happy. So she sat on the couch and watched her favorite American Idol contestant sing with Queen.
Adam was actually my favorite, too. He had an amazing voice for a human, and he was great performer. I didn't mind the makeup too much either; it was part of his identity.
Bella's POV
I sat on the couch in the living room, my eyes trained on the TV. American Idol was my favorite show. Watching it was the only thing I would give up time with Edward to do. Adam was, of course, my favorite. He was so amazing, and I was in awe of him, just like Paula was.
At the moment, I was watching Adam and Kris perform with Queen, and I almost got up and started dancing along when Adam started singing.
I knew that Edward thought I had a crush on Adam, but that wasn't true. I thought he was good-looking,of course, but I didn't "like-like" him. I just thought he was an amazingly awesome singer and performer. Adam Lambert was the only person I liked almost as much as Edward. I liked him more than Jacob, even.
I sat watching the commercials impatiently, practically bouncing in my seat. The results were only minutes away.
I heard Edward murmur something to Alice in the other room, but I ignored him. American Idol was coming back on.
I endured the next few minutes of mundane talking in silence, my hands clasped tightly together and pressed against my chest, where I could feel my heart nervously pounding.
Finally, Ryan was handed the envelope, and the moment when Adam's name would be announced was only seconds away.
'The winner of American Idol is . . ." Ryan paused for a moment that felt like an hour, while the crowd held their breath.
"Adam, Adam, Adam, Adam," I whispered fervently.
"Kris Allen!" Ryan said.
"Noooooooooooooooooooo!!!" I wailed, while tears began pouring down my cheeks. "Why?! How?!" My voice was deeply hurt as I questioned the TV. America had betrayed me, and robbed Adam. Kris had no right, no right at all, to win. He didn't deserve it. Adam was ten million times better than him!
"There she goes," Alice murmured to Edward as I began sobbing in earnest. I heard Edward quietly get up from the table and sit next to me on the couch. I pulled my knees up to my chest and leaned my head against my knees, which were quickly stained by my salty tears.
"Are you all right?" Edward asked gently.
"No," I groaned at him.
"Is there anything I can do?"
I turned my head to look at him for the very first time in two hours. "First, I want you to turn off the TV. And second, I want you to go all authentic vampire, run to Los Angeles, and drain Kris Allen of his worthless life's blood."