Ok, here's Part Four.. It's about 8:30, and I'm tired… but, anyway, listening to Beyond the Sky by the Citizen Vein. (which, incase you didn't know, is a song by the band with Monte Pittman and Adam Lambert.)
Alright, here we go…
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Chapter Four: Explosive Actions
Adam POV: (if its italicized, it means its not Adam's POV, I wanted to do a POV but there were parts I wanted to keep, but didn't know what to do with, so bear with me!)
Tommy sat against the wall in his bunk of the tour bus, not concentrating at all on his book.
"Tommy!" I called. Tommy's head snapped up so quickly in surprise that he smacked it against the wall, hard.
"Ow!" he reached back to rub his head, but I beat him too it. My fingers expertly massaging the lump that rose slightly.
Tommy felt the need to resist him, after all, he hasn't talked to him in a week unless necessary, but… he let him, closing his eyes, just enjoying the feel of Adam's hand against the throbbing lump on his head.
'You like that, Glitterbaby?' He thought with a smirk as he watched Tommy's eyes close in pleasure.
"You should be more careful, Glitterbaby!" Adam muttered with a chuckle.
Tommy just sighed. Adam's fingers disappeared from his head quicker than he had wanted.
"Do you want to go somewhere with me? Just to talk?" I asked as Tommy looked into his blue eyes.
'He looks sincere enough. Should I play along?' Tommy thought.
"I don't know, are you going to actually talk to me? Or ignore me like you have for the past week? Cause if so, I don't know if I want to, Lambert."
"Tommy.." I reached toward the blonde bassist and hugged him tightly.
Tommy pulled away. "Did you feel sorry for me? Did you know how I felt and just… decide to play with my emotions? Did you use me to get what you want? Is this some kind of game? Because if it is, I don't want to play!" Tommy's eyes stung, but he wouldn't stop. "Were you pretending? You told me you love me, were you lying? Adam, please, I want the truth… I just want the truth." a slow tear rolled down his cheek, followed by another, then another. He reached up to wipe them away, but more came.
Tommy was surprised that he could cry after all those nights of sitting alone in his one room apartment, bawling his eyes out, thinking of the beautiful male singer, and how he used him. "D-did you.." Tommy sniffed. "Did y-you-" he couldn't talk anymore, all he could do was cry. Cry and tremble and blush. He was so embarrassed that he was crying like a baby in front of Adam.
Speaking of Adam, all he did was sit there and look away. He couldn't bear seeing his love sobbing uncontrollably. "Tommy, you have no idea why I did that."
Tommy looked up at me, I met his eyes. "W-why then, A-Adam?"
I sighed and closed my eyes, trying to figure out how I should word this.
"O-ok, I see how it is. Quick, A-Adam! Th-think of an excuse!" He said sarcastically, suddenly getting all bold and daring. Even though his eyes were all red and puffy, he looked at me, accusingly.
"Thomas Joseph Ratliff! How could you think I would make something up to justify myself? You know I would not do that! God Tommy, why do you always have to fuck with my life? It started with the band auditions, then the AMA's was the worst. I realized that I wanted you Tommy… I wanted you so badly! I love you! Well, Monday I got you.. I finally got you and you know what? Do you remember what you said to me? 'I'm just… still pondering us… that's all. You understand.' No Tommy, I don't understand! Please enlighten me because I. Don't. Get It." I was so riled up, I was practically screaming at him.
The serious, yet guarded look in his eyes pierced right through me. "I-I didn't mean… Adam I swear I wasn't… Please understand… just…" Then I realized what the guarded look was… he was scared… he was scared… of me! His hands were slightly shaking, I noticed. When he became aware that I was staring at his shaking hands, his eyes widened and he slipped them under the blanket and out of sight. It was then I realized how small and fragile he was… I had always known he was smaller than me, but I've also always known him to be independent… not a frightened little child! His widened eyes had a certain child-like glow that I couldn't explain… he opened his quivering mouth. "Look, I never… I didn't-"
"Shh, Tommy, shh!" I held him and he burst into tears. He cried into my shoulder for hours. I stroked his blonde soft hair. "I do love you, Tommy."
He sniffed and looked up at me with bloodshot eyes. "I know Adam… I know…"
Well, there it is^ Thank you for reveiwing and please continue to do so:) dont be afraid to pitch your own ideas! Do i portray the charactors properly? keep reading this will get interesting! (or will it?)
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