Starting To Fall Chapter 1, a misc. tv shows fanfic

Disclaimer - I do not own American Idol or any of the real life people on that show - boy do I wish I do.

Anyway, this is my first Kradam fanfic - I am in LOVE with these two!!! And all you Kradam weirdos for writing these things: thanks a lot for making me want to write one myself. Thanks. -.-

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Giving out a small yawn I opened my eyes to see I was face to face with my best friend and roommate, Kris Allen. I propped myself on one elbow and looked over to my bed. What am I doing in Kris' bed? I sighed, placing my head back on the pillow we shared. He was still asleep. I traced my eyes along his exposed back. He's so handsome…why did they have to pair me up with the cute one, anyway? And really, what the Hell am I doing in his bed?! When did I even get in here? Why can't I remember last night? I had so many questions, but no one to give me answers. I reached out with my index finger to stroke his cheek lightly. Kris giggled in his sleep, smiling. I stopped, but continued once he fell into his deep slumber. Rubbing my thumb against his rough skin I inched closer. With every minute that passed by I inched closer to his face – and his pouty lips. I sucked in a ragged breath, trying to control my heartbeat as to not wake the sleeping singer. He was amazing on stage - everyone loved him. I even loved him. But he's married to an amazing woman. My eyes lingered to his left hand that was poking out from under the pillow. His golden wedding ring seemed to glow in the soft light escaping through the window. I can't do this. It isn't right, but…I realized how close I had gotten to his face. My nose was touching his left cheek and my lips brushed against his rugged chin. The stubble tickled my lips. A sigh escaped Kris' lips as his brown eyes opened, locking with my blue ones. He looked over my freckled face and my hand on his cheek and moved back from me.

"Adam? What are you doing in my bed?" He was a little groggy from having just then woken up, but his eyebrows were furrowed in confusion. I didn't know what to tell him.

"I don't know. I can't even remember what happened last night…do you?" I asked, playing with the white sheets. Kris opened his mouth, but quickly closed it.

"No, I don't." He sounded shocked. "Do you think anyone else knows what happened? I'm actually scared to find out." Ouch. That hurt just a smidge. He was now sitting up. My chance was gone. I sat up as well, running a hand through my dark hair.

"I have no idea, but it couldn't hurt to ask." My voice sounded more disappointed than I wanted it to, and Kris took notice.

"What's wrong?" He scooted closer, worry lines creasing his face.

"It's nothing, Kris, really." I tried not to make eye contact with him, so I became interested in the wall clock above my bed.

"Adam,' He had his hand on my upper arm now, his eyes full of caring. 'Tell me, please."

"I just…really like you. I'm sorry." I dropped my head, feeling ashamed. My face flushed with anger and humiliation, but Kris rubbed his hand down my back, running his fingers over my smooth skin.

"Adam, you don't have to be sorry about that. You can like whoever you want. So don't apologize for being human." He smiled at me, and I had to smile back. How could you not? "Now how about we get some answers here. Let's get ready." I nodded and quickly removed myself from is bed. While Kris was taking his morning shower I got dressed: my black skinny jeans, black and white striped shirt, and a pair of white socks. As Kris stepped into the room with his towel hanging loosely around his waist, I had tugged on my left Converse sneaker. I think he noticed me gaping because he laughed, and I quickly snapped my mouth shut.

"Why you getting dressed? Don't you have to shower?" He asked, drying his tousled, brown hair.

"No, I showered last night." Kris looked at me like I was crazy.

"How did you remember you took a shower last night?" I stopped lacing my shoe. I actually had no idea how I remembered that.

"I have no idea. It just, came to me, I guess. I remembered after you said you were going to take a shower." Kris snapped his fingers.

"Weird....maybe you need a memory boost or something." He paced around the room in his baby blue towel, the water droplets glittering in the sun. They made his body glow, almost godly. I sucked in another breath when he tugged on the towel and it slipped through his fingers, dropping dangerously close to his crotch, but he caught it before he exposed too much. Kris blushed and turned away from me. I grinned, getting up from my spot on the floor.

"I'm goin' to use the bathroom now, you know, to make myself look pretty." I batted my eyelids, pursing my lips.

Kris chuckled, but his face was still red from blushing. "Go crazy."

After applying the cover-up all over my face to hide my freckles, I worked on my eyes. I made the eyeliner thick and dark, pleased with how even it came out. To finish, I repainted my nails. I looked myself over in the mirror, striking poses here and there. Kris is so tempting…how come he has to be so my type?

"I don't know Adam, why do I have to be your type?"

I whirled around to see Kris' head in the doorway; he was already dressed in his usual getup. I must've said that aloud. "Oh, Kris…I didn't mea-"

"I know,' He interrupted, putting his hand up to stop me, 'It's ok." He gave me a quick smile and disappeared to run a brush through his drying hair. I sighed and slumped against the wall. I have to watch what I say next time. Shaking my head I closed the bathroom door behind me. Kris was on the edge of the bed strumming his guitar. He smiled up at me his bottom lip protruding out a bit. I listened to him.

He stopped playing his guitar, "How come I get the feeling I wanted you to sleep with me last night?"

"You do?" I asked, raising my eyebrows. I walked over to the bed and sat down next to him. Kris placed the instrument on the floor. With his hand still on the neck of the guitar he nodded. His right hand was next to my left one – I wanted to hold it so bad. I twined my pinky with his pinky; he locked eyes with mine.

"I t-think we should go ask Danny and Allison what we did last night. It'd be great to know, right?" He stuttered, swallowing nervously. His face reddened. I watched his adam's apple bob up and down his throat. I moved my hand away from his and placed it in my lap, unable to look him in the eyes.

"Yeah, right. Let's go." I smiled my crooked smile and followed Kris out the door, closing it behind me.

These two always make me smile. :) I know the plot is weird but...Idk. Get over it. It'll make sense soon. And NO, Adam and Kris did not have sex...I think. You'll just have to wait and see.

Review please, and be kind to me!! GAH!!