Chapter 7:

Adam and I walked through the mall aimlessly. We signed a few autographs for fans that approached. Thankfully most left us alone though. "You wanna stop for smoothies?" he asked me. I grinned. "Sure."

We walked into this cute little smoothie place in the back of the mall. It was practically empty. We walked up to the counter and ordered, then sat down on a bench to wait until they called us up. "So, are you ever going to tell me what's up with you lately? You've been acting different lately ever since the tour ended. What's going on?"

I wanted to tell him. I wanted to tell him everything: about my parents, and the physical abuse from my dad, how my mom didn't care anymore, but I couldn't. I'd have to lie. Again. I hated lying to Adam. He was the one person that was always honest with me. Always real. I wish I could be the same with him. "I'm fine Adam, really. It's probably just stress or something of having to transition from tour back to living at home. It'll all pass sooner or later. Don't worry…"

Adam seemed satisfied with this answer. He kept eyeing me though. God, he was making me feel worse.

The lady called us to the counter, and we picked up our smoothies. I tried to pay for my own, but Adam, being the gentleman he was, had to pay. Of course. He handed the lady behind the register the money, then grabbed my hand and led me back over to the bench we were sitting at before. I was grinning like an idiot. I quickly took a sip of my smoothie so Adam wouldn't see. He saw my awkwardness and started laughing. I laughed too, while I was drinking, causing my smoothie to bubble. Adam was basically in hysterics now. People were starting to stare. Adam didn't care though. He just kept laughing. That's one thing I loved about Adam. He didn't care what others thought. I on the other hand was probably as red as my hair.

"How ladylike Allie…" Adam said between laughs.

I raised an eyebrow. "Oh really? You wanna see ladylike?" I took a sip of the smoothie, holding that sip in the straw with my tongue. I took the straw out and pointed it straight at Adam. Before he could react, I blew, causing what was in the straw to squirt out on Adam. Now I was the one in hysterics.

"I wouldn't have done that if I were you!" Adam removed the top of his smoothie.

My eyes widened. "You wouldn't..." But I knew he would. I jumped up and ran. He gripped the cup and flung what was left at me. Most of it landed on the ground behind me. The rest splattered all over my jacket sleeve. I shrieked. "You are SO dead Lambert!"

I threw the top of my smoothie down on the ground and charged at Adam. He knew it was coming though. He quickly dodged what was thrown at him. But, I still had a little left. I got a sudden burst of speed, sprinting after him. I jumped on his back, tackling him to the ground. I then dumped the remnants of my smoothie right on his head.

"Iraheta, what did you do?!" he shouted, trying to sound mad. He was laughing too hard for that to take effect though. He flipped over, and I sat on his chest triumphantly.

"I win."

"Oh, do you?!" he started tickling my sides. I fell to the side and started laughing hysterically. Curse him and his tickling ways. I rolled around on the floor, trying to get away. He got up and pinned me down with one arm, tickling me with the other as he hovered over me. My smile dropped when I saw a not-too-pleased mall cop standing right next to us. Adam followed my gaze, quickly getting off of me at the sight of the tall, overweight uniformed officer. Well, it that's what you wanted to call him. Not really an 'officer.' Just some crappy mall cop.

"I'm sorry, but I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you two to come with me..."

Me and Adam both gave each other a look. We got up and bolted, hands intertwined. "Hey, get back here you rotten kids!" the man shouted after us, running to catch up. He soon stopped to catch his breath. Stupid overweight mall cop.

We ran out of the closest exit, and soon found Adam's car. We climbed in and sped away. Adam roared the engine as we did. The tires screeched as we turned out onto the road.

I started laughing again. "Oh. My. God. That was AWESOME! How often do you get chased by a mall cop out of the mall?!"

"Well, actually..."

I turned to him. "Seriously Adam?"

He laughed. "Yeah, well...mall cops sometimes, well...they don't like when you throw popcorn at them..."

"No...really?" I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes.

"Yup, that's why I'm not allowed in this one mall back in New York City. Good luck coming back here. Because of your hair, they probably have you pinned."

"What about you and all your black?"

"Yeah, they'll just pin it on some creepy goth dude. No biggy."

I laughed. Only Adam.

We headed back to the studio. The producers were just finishing up putting the finishing touches on Adam's one song he recorded earlier. When we walked in, they all gave us funny looks. I looked at Adam, and immediately started laughing. He had my smoothie on his shoulders and in his hair, which was actually starting to harden. My jacket was stained too. Oh well.

"You wanna take that jacket off Allie? There's no point in wearing it anyway" I looked down, avoiding his eyes. I couldn't take it off. I was wearing short sleeves. And, the bruises. I couldn't let Adam see. He would get suspicious. And after seeing them, he wouldn't believe my lies any longer. My secret would be out.

"Nah, I'm good..." I mumbled. "I'm...I'm cold."

"How the heck are you cold? It's like, 80 degrees in here!" He was probably right. It was really stuffy in there. That's one of the few things I hated about these places.

"I'm fine Adam, really..."

"Come on, stop being so stubborn, your shirt can't be that ugly..." he joked. He tried to grab the sleeve of it and yank it off, but I crossed my arms so he couldn't. I looked at him with pleading eyes. "Please Adam...I'm fine..."

He eyed me suspiciously again. I tried to avoid his eyes. I glanced up a little and met them. I had to look away. It hurt too much.

"Okay, fine..." he finally said. I could hear the disappointment in his voice. He knew I wasn't telling him everything. I hated lying.

"Okay Mr. Lambert, I think we're actually done for today. We finished mixing Broken Open, along with Sure Fire Winners and Aftermath. Want a copy of the tracks?" Adam nodded, and the tall, lanky producer handed him a CD. He walked over to me and grabbed my arm, pulling me towards the door.

"Now where are we going?" I asked.

"Back to my apartment to get you cleaned up since you're too stubborn to just take off your damn jacket."

"Okay..." I said quietly. I could tell he wasn't too happy with me. But, what was I supposed to do?

We arrived at a small hotel not too much later. It looked kind of old and shabby. "THIS is where you live?" I asked, turning towards him and giving him a look.

He laughed. The first halfway cheery thing he'd done since we'd gotten in the car. "No, I'm just staying here until we finish up the record. It beats driving an hour there and back to the recording studio." He parked, and got out of the car. I followed him into the hotel. We walked up a flight of stairs, and down a long hallway until we reached room 304. He stuck the key in the lock and turned it, then pulled open the door, revealing a small, shabby one-room apartment. "Okay, well, maybe it's not better then the drive, I just hate this L.A. traffic."

I smiled and rolled my eyes. "Okay, let's clean your jacket up now..." he led me to the bathroom, and then started scrubbing the sleeve of my jacket. I stood there awkwardly, trying to ignore my and Adam's close proximity. That's harder than you think. That boy was going to be the death of me.

"Okay, now what?" I asked him, once my jacket was at least somewhat cleaned. Adam looked up at the clock. "WOW, it's like, 11 already. I should probably get you home..."

Home...I shivered. That was the last place I wanted to be. I looked up at him with sad, pleading eyes. I didn't want to face my dad's angry face there, waiting for me to get home. Waiting so he could beat me for leaving without permission.

Adam must've read my expression, because he rolled his eyes. "You wanna stay here for the night?"

"YES!" I shouted, and then blushed once realizing my reaction. "I mean..."

He laughed. "It's fine by me. Don't want to get in trouble, right?"

I nodded. If only he knew...

"Okay. You can take my bed, I'll take the couch." He started to walk away to grab an extra blanket. I grabbed his arm and stopped him.

"No, you don't have to do that. This is your place. Plus I kinda invited myself. So, I'll sleep on the couch."

"Ha-ha, no. I'm not letting you sleep on the couch. It's old, dirty, and uncomfortable. And, you're a guest."

"Well, I guess there's only one solution then..." I grabbed his hand and led him to the bed. What the hell was I doing? "We can both sleep on the bed...and just, uh...you know..." I trailed off. God, this was so awkward. Why was I even suggesting this? Well, we HAD slept together a couple times in the Idol mansion, but that was just falling asleep together on the couch after watching movies. This was different. What was he going to say?

Thankfully, he smiled. "Okay. I don't mind." Oh. My. God. Sleeping with Adam Lambert. Every girl's dream. Well, it's not like we were having sex. Just...sleeping in the same bed. No big deal, right? Wrong. I was freaking out on the inside.

Adam yawned. "Okay, we should probably get to sleep now..." He climbed into bed, and patted the spot beside him. I cautiously lay down next to him, careful not to get too close. I didn't want to make things awkward. I mean, he WAS gay, but sometimes I just didn't know.

Adam set a blanket over the both of us, then reached over and shut off the light. He faced the outside of the bed, as did I. Our backs were right up against each others though, because it was only a twin sized bed. Thank God for cheap, crappy hotels.

Adam's breathing finally slowed down. He started shifting in his sleep, finally rolling over. Not being able to help myself, I rolled over too so I was facing him. He lay there peacefully, his chest heaving up and down at a slow, steady pace. Wow. He was gorgeous even when he slept. I moved slightly closer to him, and then shut my eyes. I felt his arm wrap around me. I opened my eyes. His eyes opened for a split second, and then quickly shut again. The corners of his mouth went up slightly, then quickly flattened again. That sly dog.

so you get that end part? It's saying he was akake the whole time lol:)