Chapter Two: He Left Me

Tommy POV:

I was singing along to Enter Sandman by Metallica (listening to the mix cd Adam made me for Christmas) head banging, making my hair fly everywhere, as Adam pulled into the Spot parking lot.

"It's just the beast under your bed. In your closet in your head. Exit light. Enter night. Grain of sand!" I sang\screamed at the top of my lungs. Adam turned the music down until it faded to silence.

"Tommy… I just want to thank you for coming. With me. Here. I know how much you hate gay bars, so I just want to thank you."

"Oh, Adam, you are so welcome! I'd do anything for you whether its gay bars or robbing a bank. I love you, Adam Lambert."

He smirked at me. "Rob a bank?"

"Don't make fun of me when I'm trying to be romantic!" I whined, stepping out of the silver Camaro.

He just laughed and took my hand, leading me into the bar.

The pumping music and strobe lights were intoxicating. The swaying bodies, smell of sex and alcohol, I hated it… but Adam seemed aroused with it all… and that bothered me… the doorway was crowded with people smoking, the purple looking smoke hazed around me, evilly. A guy from across the dance floor gave me an approving nod, causing me to cower closer to Adam's side. He stood for a few minutes, taking in the scene before him, while all I wanted to do was go home and cuddle, (yes, I'm a cuddler, now shush!) maybe watch a horror movie or two… but I sure as hell did not wanna be here…

A small group huddled around one corner of the bar, smoking a strange blue smoke out of a bong. The blue seemed to mesh with the gray smoke coming from the overhead smoke machines. Smoke, smoke, smoke. I hate it all… but I'm willing to try it for Adam. Yep… I love him. No doubt about it.

"Hey, come on." Adam screamed over the music and led me to the bar. "Get us two shots of tequila and three vodka."

"Three vodka? Who's joining us?"

"That's for me, baby." he winked. "It's gonna get rowdy tonight. I can't feel it in the air…" he said.

"I don't think that's rowdiness that's in the air." I muttered, eyeing the odd colored smoke.

He just laughed and clinked his shot glass with mine. "Let's drink!" and he downed the tequila. I, not in the mood to drink, just sipped my shot before setting it down. "You gonna drink that?" Adam gestured to my half-empty shot glass.

"I'm not really in the mood too-" he swiped it from the bar counter and downed it before I could utter another word. He polished off the other three vodka shots, then lit a cigarette.

A blond guy sauntered over. "Heya, you, uh… you Adam Lambert, correcto?"

Adam laughed. "Correcto!"

"Would the pretty man like a dance?" he asked, gesturing to the dance floor. "You don't mind, do you shorty?" he rubbed my head.

Adam giggled. (Yeah, ok? He giggles, now shut up!) "S-sure!" he said without a second thought.

"Well, then…" he took Adam's hand.

"But, I-"

"Maybe next time, kid." the guy winked at me.

"O-one dance?" Adam clasped his hands together and pleaded with me.

I sighed. "One dance." I agreed, knowing that I wouldn't give him one.

Adam squealed with excitement and took off toward the throbbing dance floor.

"Not bad, kiddo." the guy said, leaning down and kissing me before laughing and running after Adam. Ugh! Violation…! Manipulation…! Fornication… ok, I couldn't help but think of that last word as I watched Adam, fore head against fore head, dance with this miserable excuse for a man.

I scoffed to myself as I was tapped from behind. "Hey," said the bartender. "That guy there bought you a drink." he informed me, handing me a margarita. I looked in the direction he was pointing and saw the guy who nodded at me when I walked in. Oh god. He's cute… he's really cute… he made his was over to me.

"Hey."

"Hey…" I replied, awkwardly.

"You're, uh… you're Tommy Ratliff, right?"

"Correcto." I replied… what the hell, Tommy?

"That's cool. My name is Blake." he removed his leather jacket and I couldn't help but gasp.

"You-… you like Metallica?" I asked, staring at his black, tight fitted Metallica t-shirt.

"Heck yeah I do! Wait… do you?"

"Yeah! I freaking love them! I love Enter Sandman! I listened to it on my way here actually!" I said, quickly, thankful to God that we had something to talk about.

"Well, I'm more of a Fade to Black guy, myself, but, hey, Sandman's a good one, I gotta say!" I was also glad that we were hitting it off.

"Yeah… so, uh… wanna dance?"

"Oh… oh, you think…? No, I'm not coming onto you at all…"

"Oh.." disappointment… resentment… abandonment, I eyed Adam again. One dance, my ass.

"No, no, no, I don't mean it like that! See, I'm straight."

"What? A straight man in a gay bar? Somethin ain't right."

He laughed. Good. "Well, I'm here because of my roommate. You see, he'll do a lot of crazy stuff, but he will never drink and drive. Ever! So I'm the chaperone, I guess… he drinks all he wants, and I sit here and bide my time until it's time to go."

Call me crazy, but it was comforting to know I was talking to a strait man… cause he won't want anything in return for the drink… comforting… reassuring… deserting… I looked to Adam again… Tommy! Stop it! "Well, drinking and driving is never good…" lame, I know… shut up.

He laughed. "No it is not!"

"Well… do you still wanna dance?"

He looked around the room. "Well… I do like this song." we laughed and made our way over to the dance floor.

There's a place downtown where the freaks all come around, it's a hole in the wall, it's a dirty free-for-all.

The spotlights swirled around our feet as we danced. One thing I like about Blake, you can have fun with him without bringing sexual stuff in. I mean, sure, that stuff's… important, but… sometimes you need a break from it… especially if your dating a sex god. I looked over at Adam, again. He was getting dry humped from behind by that guy. His hands reached back, grabbing the guys hips, grinding his dick harder against his ass.

I sighed to myself. Let it go, Tommy… just let it go…

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"H-hey, Blake! Dr-drive me-e h-home." Blake's roommate interrupted.

"Oh, alright. Hey, Tommy, I gotta go… thanks for hangin out with me tonight, I had fun."

"Yeah, sure, anytime. And you have my number if you wanna hang out again."

"And we will hang out again! I like you, Tommy… I like you a lot." he hugged me… a friendly goodbye hug, ok? Shut up! He's straight!

I began to look for Adam. I haven't seen him for a little while… come to think of it… I haven't seen him all night! "Adam!" I called, merging into the pounding crowd. "Adam!" I searched everywhere! Where is he? "Adam!" my throat became hoarse and I was coughing and sputtering because of all the smoke. I had to get out.

I stumbled out the door like a drunk man, tripping on a man making out with his partner. Happy to be out of that awful place, I decided to call Adam. I'd left my phone in his car and he usually keeps it unlocked.

When I got to the parking place, I stifled a gasp. There, crammed into the small space, was a Ford pickup truck. What? I swear this is where Adam parked! I looked everywhere, but the silver Camaro was nowhere to be found…

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No One POV:

*Ring Ring!* "Hello?"

"M-Monte? Pl-please help m-me!"

Monte frowned at his cell phone. "Tommy? Tommy, where are you?" must be a bad connection… Tommy doesn't cry! Tommy never cries!

"Th-the Sp-Spot!"

"What's wrong? Where's Adam?"

"Please deposit thirty five cents to continue your call."

"Tommy? Tommy! Tommy if you can hear me, I'm on my way!" he snapped his phone shut, cursing under his breath, and ran out of the hotel room and into the elevator.

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Tommy POV:

"Monte! Monte! Damn it!" I slammed the phone back on it's cradle. Fuckin payphone. More tears stung my eyes. Are you kidding me? Stop crying, you big baby!

A red Sedan pulled up next to me.

"Get in."

"M-Monte!" I hopped in.

"Why are you crying?"

"A-Adam, help me, Monte, I don't know where he is!" I blubbered.

He took a deep breath and rubbed his eyes. "Did you check the private rooms in the back?"

"Y-yes! I l-looked everywhere, Monte! Everywhere!" I sniffed. "H-his car is gone! He l-left me, Monte… he left me!" and I burst into tears again.

"Now, now, Tommy, you're overreacting! He wouldn't just leave! You just didn't look hard enough."

"His car was p-parked there… right there, Monte!"

"Tommy… come on. Let's go back to the hotel, you can have a relaxing swim and get some sleep. I guarantee Adam will be back… he probably went to fill up on gas or something!"

I sighed and leaned back into the seat, crossing my arms. "A-alright." I said, quietly. "Take me back to the-the hotel…"

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"Monte! Stop the car!"

Monte slammed on his brakes. "What? What's wrong?" he asked, frantically.

"Th-that's Adam's c-car…"