NOTES: Hi, guys! So here's the third chapter! Thank you for following HSI and for all your reviews, they make my day! :) Also a big thank you to my amazing beta- Josie, who corrected this chapter! Thank you, honey! So yeah, enjoy! :)


Adam's POV

When the secretary disappeared into the headmaster's office, Tommy grabbed my hand and pulled me to stand up. He dragged me out to the hallway and let go of my hand.

'What the hell are you doing? You're supposed to wait for the nurse! You're bleeding!' I yelled.

'Oh, come on, don't be such a pussy. So? You're coming? We could go to my place and then maybe come back, I would show you our school. I'm starving… Are you hungry? We could eat something.'

EAT?! 'I've got a better idea. We'll go to the emergency room so they can put this bone back into your fucking arm!'

'Calm down, boy. I don't see any bones, do you? I'll take care of myself back at home.' He said with a smile on his amazing lips. I looked at him uncertainly. Well… he looked like someone who I could trust. But he still had a whole arm covered with fresh blood! 'OK… Let's go.' He smiled widely. Oh God, I'm gonna pass out. He's gorgeous.

Tommy's house was across the street far from the school. It means that also across the street from my house… Not that it actually matters, ya know, I'm just thinking to myself.

It was a small, grey house with a black, flat roof. He opened the door and let me in. It was nice there. Almost everything was brown and black.

I followed the blonde upstairs. There was just one room. A door covered with lots of stickers and signs. Band logos and names, sarcastic and funny quotes, warning signs. Everything in random places, but still forming one, artistic unity.

Inside everything was black and grey. Three guitars standing near the wall covered with some posters. Guitarist. I was right.

'Make yourself at home. I have to take care of my arm, be right back.' He smiled and stepped to the bathroom. I heard streaming water and a small hiss. I frowned. It must have hurt… My poor Tommy… ADAM! Stop it! He's not yours and he's not a little child! He can take care of himself.

I sat down on his bed, which was covered with a black, soft blanket. There was no other comforter. So he uses just this blanket to cover himself at night. I mean… I'm not saying he sleeps naked… Oooooh no, no, no, don't think about it, Adam, just don't! Dead puppies, dead puppies! Kissing a girl! Ugh… gross…

'Can you help me?' The blonde was standing in the room, holding a bandage in one hand, the second one holding close to his chest. He looked so innocent and insecure right now… He left his jacket in the bathroom, staying just in his plain black T-shirt, showing the blonde's thin frame. Oh Tommy… 'Yeah, sure.' I smiled a little. I took his hurt arm and started wrapping the bandage. Before I released his hand I softly traced his warm skin with my fingers. He shivered.

'Ehm… Hungry? I doubt that I have something special in the kitchen, but I guess we'll find something.' He smiled bashfully.

My heart was racing so fast. Why are you so adorable, Tommy? 'Yeah, sure. Let's look for something to eat.' I said with a smile.

We went downstairs to the kitchen and started to prospect cupboards after we found out the fridge was empty. We talked, laughed like we've known each other for ages. It was so natural to be around him, so easy to get along with. We understand each other, just like best friends.

'I've got it! We're saved! I found it!' He yelled holding two pockets of jelly in powder in his hand. We both started laughing. He had such a beautiful laugh.

I took two mugs and two spoons from the cupboard and Tommy started boiling water.

'So… You moved here from San Diego. Wasn't it hard for you to leave friends, start a whole new life? Were you dating someone there?' He asked staring at his shoes.

'It wasn't that hard for me. I wanted to start everything from the beginning. And I wasn't dating anyone so it wasn't an issue.' I smiled gently. 'And you? You have someone?' I asked, voice trembling slightly.

'I… No. A couple of months ago, I broke up with some girl. She thought that as soon as school is over, I'll marry her and leave my dreams in the past.' He still wasn't looking at me.

Some girl… My heart broke into million pieces. Just like in cartoons. It turned into small, sharp pieces made of china and fall onto the floor making melodic sound. I stared at my shoes.

'Oh…' We were standing like that, not looking at each other for a couple of seconds until water boiled. 'Food!' I said, trying my best to look and sound as enthusiastic as I could. Tommy looked at me and also smiled. Somewhere deep in his chocolate eyes I could still see some hidden sorrow and regret.

He took the teapot with his left hand and poured boiling water into two mugs. I was mixing it with a spoon. We sat on his bed and started to talk. We were laughing and eating jelly, which was more like a strawberry water but it didn't matter. Our knees were touching from time to time. It felt good. Really good.

'How's your arm?' I asked with concern while putting our empty mugs down on the floor. 'It's not as bad as it looks.' He shrugged with a soft smile. I lift my hand to his arm but stopped looking at him, eyes asking for permission. He smiled gently, nodding his head. I started to trace soft circles with my fingertips, on the inside of his forearm, where under the bandage was his wound. He didn't take his hand away. He sighed softly and closed his eyes. Oh, Tommy… Why can't you fall in love with me…

'How long you play?' I asked after a couple of minutes. He looked at his guitars. I was still drawing circles with my fingers on his forearm. 'Since I remember. My dad bought me a guitar when I was seven. I learned how to play on my own. I can't imagine my life without playing…' He smiled to his memories. I smiled gently at this sight. 'Can you play?' He asked looking at me with his beautiful, chocolate eyes.

'No…' I shook my head. 'What are you doing? I mean… what do you want to do… After school is over.' I sighed. 'I want to move to LA and sign a contract with some record. I want to be a singer. Actually… I want to be a rock star.' I laughed a little at how it sounded. The blonde smiled at me. 'I'm sure you can do it. And… when you'll be looking for a band… remember me. I'll come to auditions.' He smiled widely. I also smiled.

We were talking for a couple of hours, until it started to get dark outside. He promised he's gonna come to my house tomorrow morning so we can walk to school together. Then he'll show me where I'm gonna study for a year and a half.

I started to walk down the stairs of the blonde's house but I stopped and turned to the smaller boy. 'Well… See you tomorrow.' He said, smiling bashfully. I smiled gently. 'See you tomorrow, Tommy.' I said, turning on my heel and starting to walk down the street.