Aren't you guys proud of me? I'm such a fast updater LOL! I have only gotten like 4 reviews, though so I'm sad about that :[! If you read it, can u pleeaz review? If it you think it sucked eggs, tell me that! That way I can be aware and make it better! So…REVIEW! Haha! Hope you enjoy! BTW…you will be happy to know I am not including Dris. It just takes too much time and I don't feel like it! It is included in my heart though! Okay, hope you like it! Sorry this chapter is so suckish, if I included more it would have been too long!

"And then Simon said he could see her going all the way!" Adam exclaimed happily, receiving an eye roll from Drake.

"Mmhmm," He muttered, staring straight at his coffee.

"I wasn't sure if that would be a good song for her," Adam continued, sipping his latte, "I mean Allison can sing anything, but Hot Stuff? But she did it! Great arrangement too! I'm just so nervous; I mean two people have to go home tomorrow! I hope I don't go!" Adam's forehead wrinkled with worry.

"You won't babe! You're-" Drake was cut off quickly by Adam.

"I really hope Allie doesn't go home though!" He fretted, taking a huge gulp of latte, "I mean she deserves to makes the top 5! Heck, she deserves to win it!" Drake mumbled incoherently into his coffee.

"What's that babe?" Adam asked absently.

"It's almost curfew, let's go," Drake muttered, grabbing his bag and stomping out the door. Adam placed a twenty on the table, and followed after Drake. Drake wrenched the car door open, and jumped inside turning on the engine the second he sat down. Drake slammed the door closed and sat there fuming as Adam happily got into the passenger's seat, Drake's behavior going unnoticed by him.

"So did I tell you about the joke Allison, Kris and I played on Danny at rehearsal?" Adam asked, reaching to turn the radio on, "Oh Allie was so funny-" Drake smacked Adam's hand away from the radio and spun in his seat to face Adam.

"Just shut the fuck up!" Drake exploded, glaring daggers at Adam, "I don't wanna hear about you're fucking girlfriend anymore!"

"What?" Adam scoffed, staring at Drake, "What do you mean my girlfriend? Are you stoned or something?" Drake slammed his fist on the steering wheel.

"The whole fucking night you haven't shut up about that girl!" Drake growled, starting the engine, "She's nice and all, but I don't really give a fuck!"

"Drake, don't be an ass!" Adam muttered, "She is like my little sister. I'm allowed to talk about her." Drake rolled his eyes and pressed down harder on the gas pedal,

"Little sister my ass," he muttered, blowing past a stop sign.

"Drake slow the fuck down!" Adam instructed, "And what do you mean, 'little sister my ass'"

"You so do not love her like a little sister," Drake scoffed, whipping around a turn and nearly going onto the curb, "When you talk about her, you might as well be in one of the damn cartoons when the people get those hearts in their eyes. That what you look like," Adam stared at Drake in disbelief.

"Drake, I don't know if you missed the memo, but I'm gay," Adam said incredulously, motioning to the two of them.

"No one's 100% gay," Drake muttered, pulling into the Idol mansion, "Okay we are here. Go figure out your life then call me not. Not until you figure it out though," Adam jumped out of the car and Drake sped away before Adam could let out another word. Adam stared after him with disbelief in his eyes. Slowly, he walked into the mansion and climbed the stairs to his room. Once in his room, he collapsed on his bed and let his though overflow him.

"Hey man," Adam heard Kris say and he heard the door close, "So I was talking to Matt and – oh, shit!" Adam sat up and rubbed his eyes.

"What?" Adam looked around confused.

"You!" Kris exclaimed, plopping down his bed across from Adam, "You look like shit!" Adam chuckled quietly.

"Thanks man," Adam muttered and fell back onto his pillow.

"What's wrong? Are you worried you're gonna go home tomorrow? Because you're not! You rocked it tonight! And you're Adam freaking Lambert. They won't let you go home." Adam laughed quietly but shook his head.

"Me and Drake got into a fight," He murmured, staring at his chipping nail polish.

"Oh," Kris mumbled, standing up from his bed, "About what?" Adam felt a light blush creep into his cheeks. He never blushed.

"Nothing," Adam muttered, and rolled so he was no longer facing Kris.

"Adam, come on! It can't be that bad! Just tell me!" Kris pleaded.

"Promise you won't laugh?" Adam asked. Kris snorted.

"You sound like your 7. But okay, I won't laugh,"

"He thinks I'm in love with Allie," Adam whispered. Kris let out a whoosh of air.

"Man, he more perceptive than I thought," Kris said, taking of his plaid shirt. Adam bolted up.

"What?" Adam exclaimed, staring incredulously at Kris. Kris shrugged.

"Well, you sorta are!" Kris said as if it was an obvious answer. Adam gasped.

"Kris, what the hell? Did you miss the memo too? I'm gay! G-A-Y, gay! I like men! I like dicks," Kris chuckled.

"Adam, you can be gay and still fall in love with a girl," Adam stared even harder at Kris.

"I mean you can be attracted to men, but have that one perfect girl," Kris explained, grabbing his pajama pants out of his dresser, "The one who changes it. Just that one," Adam snorted.

"You believe in soul mates?" Adam scoffed, "Kris that's so dumb." Kris shrugged.

"Call it what you want, but I think you be better off going with that explanation. Because man, you are in love with that girl. End of story," Kris smiled quickly at Adam and disappeared into the bathroom.

"Fuck you, Kris!" Adam called into the bathroom. He heard Kris chuckle and then the shower water turned on. Adam buried his face into his pillow. This night was not going the way he thought it would.