TOMMYS POV

Okay, we're in London. Fuck Yeah! This is gonna be awesome. I walked around central London with Cam and Isaac, going into various shops. Bloody hell they're creepers are amazing. I bough 3 pairs, i may be a male, but i like my shoes...creepers to be exact!

And they're 'Breakfast bap' Oh my fuck, its amazing, heaven in a roll...i could eat them for the rest of my life if i could! "Come on. We gotta head to the...O2 i think it's called" Cam said, pulling out her phone.

"The O2 Arena, to be exact" Isaac said, imitating a very fucked up british accent. We caught a cab to the O2, And to my surprise, the cab driver was a glambert too, And she knew exactly who i was.

"Tommy Joe Ratliff! Camila Grey! Isaac Carpenter!" She squealed. We chuckled as we loaded into the cab. "O2?" She asked as soon as we closed the door. Cam nodded. "How'd ya guess?" Isaac retorted. She pulled out a ticket from her pocket and smiled.

"Hey Tommy" She said coolly, i knew exactly what would be next. "Hey" Was all i said. "How's Adam, specifically both of you?" She asked cheesily. I shook my head. "Adam's great" I said softly. "Everyone says your dating, apparently" The cab driver said. I shook my head once again. "Nah, we're not dating. Im straight" I chuckled. Yes Tommy, as straight as a fucking circle. I saw Cam out of the corner of my eye, raising her brow at me...Damn...

I sighed. We pulled up outside the O2. "Thanks for the ride" Isaac said, kissing her hand. He's such a sap!

"Hey what's your name?" I asked. "Lorraine" She replied. I nodded and smiled. "I'll remember that.. I'll give you a shoutout tonight" I said softly. British people are so cute and nosey at the same time, but i love it!


Oh great, i have to share a dressing room, With Adam. How lovely...FUCKING AWKWARD!.. Potty-mouthed mind... I was there early though, so i had time to get ready before anything got awkward. I was so bored right now... Luckily fans weren't aloud out in the arena yet... I walked onto the stage and tuned my basses, too make sure there fine for tonight. No one was out here... I wonder why Adam likes strutting his stuff so much. I looked around once more. All clear. I paced back and forth the stage, adding a little bounce to my walk, i eventually started strutting, not in an extremely feminine way, but similar to Adam's. I had my headphones in. For Your Entertainment came on. I strutted around the stage some more, mouthing the words. I was in my own world at this point, and i didn't really give a shit.I don't know how long i was doing it for. But someone stopped me. I felt a hand pull one of my headphones out. "If you're gonna strut, do it right!" The voice chuckled. Oh! It's Adam, because thats not awkward at all! "Oh seriously!" I snorted Adam started strutting around the stage, and eventually we strutted parallel. "You're finally turning over to the gay side" He laughed. That hit me like a ton of bricks. "Of course not!" I snorted.

That was fun...

Back in the dressing rooms, i finished up by adding a little more eye shadow. "Showtime in 10" Adam said coolly. I started to get nervous. Why?...

Me and the band walked onto stage into our positions. Tonight should be good. I sang along to all the songs as we went through...But as i started plucking that familiar tune, my palms got sweaty. I gripped the bass way more than i needed too. The strings we're weakly shocking me through the electricity of the amp, was i really pressing them down that hard? I started to shake, and i broke into a cold sweat, i became so nervous...My feelings we're getting the better of me. No. NO. I saw Cam eyeing me from the corner of the stage, what am i gonna do...

"There he goes my baby walks so slow.." He started the first line, walking towards me, i responded, i was shaking even more, but not violently...not yet...

"SEXUAL tic tac toe.." i got more and more nervous, i could feel the cold sweat rolling down my face. All of as sudden i started to see a little worry in Adam's eyes... He leaned in to kiss me, as he'd normally do, but this time i didn't respond. He looked a little confused, luckily he won't dwell on it...I hope. As i went back to my place, i quickly placed my bass on the rack and ran off stage.

I ran down the several corridors, looking for mine and Adams dressing room. I wonder if he'd noticed i was gone yet. Probably not... I got into the dressing room, and curled up behind the table and cried. I cried all my feelings, i shook violently, my eyeliner was everywhere... Another half hour of crying went by, and i could hear the band intro over the speakers.. "And on t-the bass...Where's Tommy?" He said over the mic, he sounded confused, very confused. Then again he probably didn't care. Its not like he loved me or anything anyway... I couldn't stop crying...

I heard a light knock at the door, but i stayed quiet, and silently sobbed, my knees tucked up to my chest, arms resting on the top, my head buried under my arms. Just crying.

"Tommy are you in there?" Adam yelled, it sounded slightly muffled through the door, but it was understandable. I heard the door click open...

"Oh fuck, God, Tommy there you are! What happened? I thought you'd got hit by a bus or something!" He exclaimed kneeling by me. But i didn't dare move, i stayed tucked up, i continued to sob... I felt his strong warm hand on my shoulder blade. "Tommy? Tommy what's wrong?" He asked softly. I shook my head.

"Tommy, i know theres something up, please tell me" He pleaded. I lifted my head. "Its n-n-nothing" I lied. He didn't look convinced. "Tommy" He said.

"I'll tell you when i-im ready Adam, i p-promised you, i promise i will tell you when i-im ready...o-ok-kay?" I managed to choke out, my voice kept cracking. I was an emotional reck...

"Tommy, im just really worried about you, ya know? That's what friends are for... Like, but if we we're a couple, it'd be different, we wouldn't be able to hide from each other long enough to know something's wrong. But we'd probably never date anyway, even if you we're gay, it'd just be awkward... Like you said, you're the straight version of me" Adam said softly, but it felt like an insult, it shattered my heart into many many tiny little shards... that hurt.

"y-yeah" I choked out. He smiled lightly, helping me up to my feet. I looked in the mirror, i looked like shit. "Fuck.." I groaned, looking at my reflection once more. I went to the bathroom and washed all my make-up off. My mind was dwelling on what he'd said to me, i just felt like dying...

Now Cam knows, im worried. I know she won't pressure me to tell anyone...but she's always right...